*folds her hands demurely* Lily. Lily Masterton.
Right, yer real name?
*arches a light eyebrow* That is my real name. Lily is short for Lillian. Would you like to see my birth certificate? *asked innocently, sincerely, but with the tiniest edge evident in her tone*
Shoa . . . age?
18 years old.
Appearance? *gives you a once over and smirks
*doesn't react to the smirk* Reddish hair. Blue eyes. Tall for a girl. Are you quite finished? *is, as she said, quite tall, about 5'8 or 5'9, and very willowy, with thick, straight strawberry blonde hair that she wears in a single braid, and blue eyes framed with light lashes* *her skin is very pale, but with a vague rosy colour around her cheeks* *a network of healing scars are evident on her left hand and arm, but she makes no pains to hide them*
What's yer story?
*calmly* Same as most people's. Born in a small town. Parents died. I came to the city. *pauses, hoping this next bit of information won't lose her the job* I worked at the Lion's Den for about four months, and then I quit. *fingers twitch towards the scars, but she catches herself before she can fidget too much* *shrugs* That's it.
Dat da one yer tellin' da bulls?
*tilts her head* I don't associate with bulls. *means this as she'd never been arrested and never intends to*
Single tanight, or datin'?
Single tonight and always.
Any weapons? Ya drop 'em on da table.
*places a small switchblade on the table* *quirks a half smile* You can never be too careful.
What's yer game?
*wry grin* You name it, I play it. Daddy was a gambling man. Hence the reason Mama died a pauper. But I learned it all. I can deal any game you like, and cheat with the best. *pauses* Not that I would, of course. *flashes a sweet smile that shows off a dimple in her right cheek* Right now, I'm just a waitress.
Anythin' else we should know?
*considers this* *shakes her head* Oh, well - *glances briefly at a little boy sitting at a corner table, head bent over what looks like math homework* That's Owen. *smiles proudly* I've sort of adopted him. *was asked to take care of him by a friend, and is now something of a surrogate mom* *adores Owen, and is fiercely protective of him* *smiles*