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[berryberryraz]

Raz is at the bar, with her usual glass of water and come-talk-to-me-if-you're-a-hot-man look. The difference today is that she's also in an incredibly good mood, courtesy her new job with the Delicate Flowers. Come flirt with her! It's highly probable that if you're cute enough she won't ask you for money should said flirting bear... ahah... fruit

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[slasherofprices]

Skinner is hot!* And Raspberry...is made of goo! Poor Skinner is yet again conflicted: he's not sure whether he should hit on her (because she is very attractive for goo), or stare at her (she's made of goo). Last night has taught him that staring at people is bad, so he...stares at her a bit more, then looks ahead, approaches the area of the bar that is next to her, then turns to her and acts surprised to see another person there, particularly an attractive goo woman, and says, brightly, "Good afternoon!"

He's a slick one, our Skinner is. He totally wasn't approaching the bar to see if he could tap that.

* The mun thinking his PB actually is hot has no bearing on Raspberry's personal tastes.

[berryberryraz]

Raspberry's personal tastes do not, generally speaking, run to mustaches or large knobbly chins. But hey, she's getting hit on. She'll run with it for a bit.

"Afternoon. What's up?"

[slasherofprices]

That's just too bad! Skinner will have to change her mind in that regard, won't he? (Unfortunately, Skinner's methods of mind control tend to ensure that the brain is never used again.)

That aside, Skinner has a brief moment of hesitation, because he's up there in age and thus can't talk hip like the kids do these days. He tries, but his work staff usually stares blankly back at him. His work staff tends to stare back blankly at him no matter what he says, though. Maybe that's just a new form of expression among the kiddies.

"Er--not much," he tries. "What's...up...with you?"

[berryberryraz]

Raz isn't laughing at you. Really she's not! She just- er- has something caught in her throat. Never mind you can see right through her throat and thus know perfectly well there's nothing in there. MAYBE IT'S INVISIBLE. Aheh.

"New job," she says cheerfully around her (nonexistent!) smirk.

[slasherofprices]

People have laughed at Skinner all his life! Possibly this has to do with studying ballet as a teenager.

"Really?" he asks tightly. These damn kids and their highly impersonal nature!

[berryberryraz]

"Yep! I'm a whore," she says, still cheerfully. Being a whore is possibly the best thing that has ever happened to Raz, ever. She's proud! Delighted and proud!

[slasherofprices]

...

"Really."

[berryberryraz]

"What, you got a problem with that?" This is accompanied by the kind of dangerous smirk that clearly indicates that while she, Raz, is as happy as can be with her new form of employment, she recognizes that others might not be, and is perfectly prepared to deal with those others by kicking their asses.

[slasherofprices]

"No." Of course not! Whores, in the derogatory denotation of the word, give out sex easily and for free. They are some of Skinner's most favorite people! "I just don't think that's what one would consider a legitimate job. Are you paid for it?"

[berryberryraz]

"...well, duh, that's what bein' a whore is. Gettin' paid to have sex." She grins unrepentantly. "Best job in the damn world, in my opinion."

[slasherofprices]

Skinner was about to argue that "whore" is a derogatory term thrown at women who have too much sex, then he remembers Le Chiffre's tantalizing bit of information about there being a brothel here. His whole expression brightens, then.

Maybe he still has a chance with her!

"Ah--you work for the brothel upstairs, then?"

[berryberryraz]

"Yep! I'm officially a Delicate Flower." Pity she doesn't have a raspberry flower on hand to prove it.

[slasherofprices]

"Good for you. How much do you charge?"

Mun headdesks madly.

[berryberryraz]

Raz names a sum off the top of her head. It may bear some relation to something she saw in her contract. It may not. We'll never know. Regardless, it is steep but affordable. And look at her. She's delicious, this one.

[slasherofprices]

Skinner calculates how much money he has, then asks: "Do you take credit?"

[berryberryraz]

"I'm sure there's a credit thingy up at the whorehouse." Sweet! First client! Raz grins lewdly, then nods to the stairs. "'S that way. You comin'?"

[ooc: and fade for indecent goings-on?]