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located in Lucy's Lair - Hotel & Casino, a part of Path to Transgression, one of the many universes on RPG.

Lucy's Lair - Hotel & Casino

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Character Portrait: Jettie Greene Character Portrait: Damien O'Dwyer
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"I don't usually a' ramble so much..." That was a bit of a lie, but she had to at least try and defend herself from this man's jests. Were they jests? Jettie wasn't exactly sure. He was hard to read and there was something about him that threw her way of her game. She chalked it up to being tired after a long shift. That was it, surely. Handsome faces smiled at her every night, why was this one any different? She didn't know the answer but she was certainly not going to make a fool of herself again.

Mustering up the charm that she showcased for every other patron, she gave the stranger a smile before turning her back on him. Irish whiskey... Irish whiskey... Jettie wasn't much of a whiskey drinker but she did serve it frequently enough to know of a few imports. Though never a specific request for a strong Irish from an actual man from Ireland. Perhaps if she chose the perfect drink for him then she might somehow redeem herself.

Green eyes scanned over the wall of glass bottled liquors that sparkled before her. Under the red hues emitting their soft glow from the track lighting they all took on a crimson appearance. A particular one caught her attention. A top shelf whiskey that she couldn't even ever recall pouring for anyone else in her entire employment at Lucy's.

Standing on the tips of her toes, she reached up and gingerly brought down the heavy bottle. The label read 'Tullamore Dew - The Legendary Irish Whiskey'. Hmm... Perhaps that would do. Turning she removed a fresh low ball tumbler and filled it with a hearty amount. As she twisted her wrist to finish the pour and set the bottle beside the glass, an overwhelming desire to taste it washed over her.

However she tried to steer clear of drinking on the job. Not that it was frowned upon, plenty of the other bartenders done so and even had little competitions to see who could get the most free drinks in a night. It's just that Jettie was not the biggest drinker. One or two drinks of even just a fruity cocktail could send her flying into that happy buzzed state. Too many and she was certain that she would not even be able to hold a liquor bottle, much less pour, serve and actually do it correctly. It would be a mess.

Thus she lifted the glass and placed it before him with another signature charming smile to accompany it. She then rested her palms on the bar, slightly leaning on the edge to watch his reaction. She found herself really wanting to him to approve of her selection. When he didn't give an immediate response, she lifted one brow, her grin spreading in a bit of nervous anxiety, "Well?"