11-13-2013, 12:52 PM
Tony was way too nice. Claire's gaze narrowed suspiciously as he produced a business card. She had no problems accepting either it or the money, but it didn't make her trust Tony any more or less than she already did. Maybe it was a russian thing. Its just, who knew russian guys were so chivalrous?
She studied the name and title on the card curiously. How in the world could some doctor be of use to her? Maybe he was some sort of psychotherapist or something? Someone like that would probably call her out for half her tricks. If only she could force the actual fortunetelling to coalesce at will.
Tony's offer was the final nail in the coffin, though. An escort home was code just like asking if a guy 'wanted to come up for coffee' when both people knew nobody drank coffee at midnight.
She shook her head. "I'm going to get back on my interview circuit. That first place, no offense, was a dive. I don't mind dumps, but I don't work with assholes."
She smiled a crooked smile, and gestured at the hole that led underground: a metro stairwell.
"I'll hop back on the train,"
she said, half turning to go.
She didn't have a card to offer in return, but rather than hopping straight home, she wouldn't mind offering a phone number.
She studied the name and title on the card curiously. How in the world could some doctor be of use to her? Maybe he was some sort of psychotherapist or something? Someone like that would probably call her out for half her tricks. If only she could force the actual fortunetelling to coalesce at will.
Tony's offer was the final nail in the coffin, though. An escort home was code just like asking if a guy 'wanted to come up for coffee' when both people knew nobody drank coffee at midnight.
She shook her head. "I'm going to get back on my interview circuit. That first place, no offense, was a dive. I don't mind dumps, but I don't work with assholes."
She smiled a crooked smile, and gestured at the hole that led underground: a metro stairwell.
"I'll hop back on the train,"
she said, half turning to go.
She didn't have a card to offer in return, but rather than hopping straight home, she wouldn't mind offering a phone number.