Ellie Glass

*smiles sweetly* Ellie Glass. *holds out her hand and smirks slightly* Pleased to meet you.

Right, yer real name?

*smiles* Now why would I lie about my name? *ignores the fact that not only didn't she answer the question, but that she has several reasons to lie about her name*

Shoa . . . age?

*bats her eyelashes playfully* Don't you know you aren't supposed to ask a woman that? *smiles brightly* I'm 22. *is 26*

Appearance? *gives you a once over and smirks

*smirks right back* Can't you see for yourself? *smiles flirtatiously and wiggles her hips* *she's pretty and knows it, with long red hair, wide blue eyes, fair skin, and lots of curves in all the right places*

What's yer story?

*waves a hand* Oh, let's not talk about me. *prefers not to talk about her past*

Dat da one yer tellin' da bulls?

*raises an eyebrow* And why would I be talking to them?

Single tanight, or datin'?

*laughs* Oh, I always manage to find someone lonely when I get off work. *usually shows them a good time, too*

Any weapons? Ya drop 'em on da table.

*eyes widen* Weapons? *looks offended that he would suggest that she carried weapons . . . like the knife tucked into her boot*

What's yer game?

*the smile goes from flirtatious to businesslike* Card games, any type but mostly blackjack. I'm good, too. *is being modest*

Anythin' else we should know?

*smirks again* Depends on what you consider necessary information . . . *trails off suggestively*