( Not one of the girlies, then, the lasses hired for the night's sport. Didn't think it right when he first started, but it's the way now. Men expect it. You ask them to bleed for you, they expect a fair deal more.
This job, any job, is about gritting your teeth and managing expectations.
He does not offer his hand, for he is a host and a man, and she's a girl by any other name. But he sets down the emptied glass on a window's sill, ill balanced, and minds the half-filled one, twirls it, takes a sip. )
Must be some two hundred people'ere. We don't count. ( But he'd heard from the kitchens the order to cut the meats thinner, and he recalls all too well what that means: guests aplenty. )
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This job, any job, is about gritting your teeth and managing expectations.
He does not offer his hand, for he is a host and a man, and she's a girl by any other name. But he sets down the emptied glass on a window's sill, ill balanced, and minds the half-filled one, twirls it, takes a sip. )
Must be some two hundred people'ere. We don't count. ( But he'd heard from the kitchens the order to cut the meats thinner, and he recalls all too well what that means: guests aplenty. )