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"It's fine." Jettie responded dismissively, giving him a pass. "My name is weird. My mom was obsessed with Joan Jett in the 80's..." she confessed shaking her head causing the bouncy waves to flounce around her face, "When she found out she was pregnant there was no escaping it. Boy or girl, Jett was going to be incorporated somehow. It's kinda embarrassing. And you are right, we yanks do tend to come up with some strange ones. Cars, fruit, directions..."

Grinning, she gripped the bottle again, pouring him another drink to replace what he'd already nearly downed, all the while wondering if Irishmen really did like to drink as much as they are stereo typed. As she done so, she tried to sneak a better look at him. There was still that small ping of familiarity about him that was nipping at her memory yet nothing was sticking. She would chalk it up to him just having one of those common, but honestly he did not have one of the every day Joe type. Though scruffy at first glance there was also a hint of danger and mystery about him. It only drove her intrigue further to find out just who this man was.

Turning her wrist, she straightened the bottle just before it hit the too-full mark of the glass. "I have a degree in fashion design. Not that that helps much here. You have to know someone to even get your foot in the door to the more high profile shows but I'm working on," As sat the bottle back down she lifted her eyes back to meet his, "... Getting to know people."

Breaking their stare, she glanced down the bar to ensure her coworkers were keeping up without her before continuing on the conversation, "It keeps the lights on and pays the rent in the mean time. Gamblers can be generous tippers. More so when they're winning. Or drunk..." She glanced towards his drink pointedly, bearing a smirk, "It's not a bad gig."

His jesting about casino's state of class bought him a genuine laugh from the blonde. She reached up and tucked away a sunny curl behind one ear as she gave him a smile to follow up the soft laughter. "You have my sincere apologies, Sir. At least you have a personal tender...", she jokingly responded. "Next time I'll make sure you receive only the finest Lucy's has to offer... If there is a next time that is..."

Jettie cast her gaze downward to avoid his eyes in hopes to hide another blush that threatened to grace her cheeks at any moment. She had basically just hinted that she hoped there would in fact be a next time. In attempts to redirection his thoughts from her words, she quickly asked, "So what about you? What embarrassing name did you mom give you and what horrible job have you been stuck with?"