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“Huh. I guess I could do that.” It’d depend on how often Danny came in to check on them, but he could pretend to keep busy for a couple minutes a week. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had to feign interest during a job - not that he’d let any of his housemates know that. “I think I’ll just go with the Paris method, you know? ‘If someone ever asks you to do something for them, do it really bad so you never have to do it again.’ I’ll just like… keep fucking up, but do it cute, so he can’t stay mad at me and then just lets me walk around and flirt with the hot customers.” Once again, in times of trouble, the words of Ms. Paris Hilton had gotten him out of a jam. “I’m Damian, by the way.”
“See? Problem solved.” She clapped her hands together, thinking that she did something there. They were housemates now so she wanted to be nice and help out to the best of her abilities. And fake it til you make it had always worked. “Oh that’s my life motto!” She grinned when he quoted the Paris Hilton quote she loved. I have it tattooed on the inside of my arm look!” She showed him the tattoo, it was done in a minimalistic font, small and in all caps. It was her third or fourth tattoo, she didn’t quite remember when she got it. She hadn’t even been drunk getting that one. “I love flirting with the hot customers.” She felt like they had a lot in common already. “Lucia. You can call me Barbie, everyone does.”















