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There's an Endless in the bar.
It's shocking.
Desire. In the bar. Who would have guessed?
... Well. Perhaps anyone even vaguely familiar with this particular Endless, but that's neither here nor there.

Desire seems to be without intent this evening, just staying at the usual table, smoking the usual cigarette, and a simple glass of champagne in hand.

An undirected Desire is a bored Desire.
Bad news for anyone who wasn't looking to become Desire's evening entertainment...

[OOC: I've had to slowtime because I'm out of practice -- I'll get back to this!]

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Desire tch's quietly, but offers her a small wink.
"If it helps, I've drunk your boss under the table with tequila -- and I'm not convinced he was off-duty."

Valerie laughs. "I guess policy's looser around here."

"There's really only a few rules -- and Bernard knows I'm prone to stretching them a little."

Desire offers her a playful little grin.

"Care to stretch another and take a load off?"

She bites her lip, and then returns the grin.

"Just for a few minutes." Sitting, she offers a hand. "I'm Valerie, as you apparently already gathered."

The hand that takes Valerie's is fever-warm, giving a gentle squeeze along with the introduction. "Desire. A pleasure, Valerie, and I admire your dedication to the job."

It's all said humorously, and perhaps with even a small amount of affection: Desire means every word.

She blinks. No one's told her about the Endless, but she's heard mention of the gods that frequent the bar -- enough that a name like Desire makes her wonder.

Rueful -- "I started off the evening an hour late for my shift; tends to make one especially conscientious."

What's an hour in the grand scheme of things, the Endless wants to know? Still, best not to worry the uninitated... More so than she already is, anyway.

"Tch. Well, I promise not to keep you long, then -- unless you want to let me know when you get off work."

It's innocent. Really.
Well, Desire's tone isn't as smarmy as that sounds, anyway.

"Not until late." And she sounds genuinely regretful.

She rests her chin on her hand. "It's the problem with gainful employment."

"Tch. Nothing like being self employed, Valerie."

Desire starts up a fresh cigarette, still grinning cheekily at Valerie.

"Means I get to pick and keep my own hours."

She laughs.

"And what do you do, Desire?"

Desire flashes Valerie a wide, bright grin.

"Whatever I want. -- Usually, I seem to be a professional troublemaker."

"Good work, if you can get it."

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