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“Trust me, it won’t be an issue,” Avery chuckled as she watched the disgruntled man storm off. She could tell he didn’t have money, not like the others. She knew money when she saw it. There was a carelessness in a young man’s stride who had more money than he knew what to do with, and no amount of arrogance could imitate that carelessness. But still, it didn’t stop some men from pretending and expecting her to follow along. The audacity of them.
“What do you do?” She asked with a gentle and inviting smile and turned her attention back to the woman seated a few stools down. “Honestly, you could tell me you bagged groceries for a living, and I’d still believe men bothered you. Men are…ya know,” She shrugged a little. Absentmindedly, she toyed at the little black straw rested in her glass and twirled it until the ice clinked against the sides.
Corinna nodded, glad that was the case. The last thing she wanted to do was step on someone’s toes. “Good. Hopefully he doesn’t bother you anymore.” Though considering what men were like, it wasn’t like this could be the last annoying guy to approach unwelcomed.
“I work at The Venetian, so the clientele can sometimes feel overly entitled to our time. But the security is good, so it doesn’t happen very often.” She wasn’t ashamed of her job, but after saying it, she wondered if it was a good idea to say she worked at a Costello establishment while in a Sinclair one. Maybe if she just moved past it, it wouldn’t be focused on. “But you’re right. Men are just...” she said, rolling her eyes once more knowingly.