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Layne
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Maggie knew that she was flying high in what she was saying, but there wasn't a word of it that she didn't believe with all her heart. Her memory was extraordinary and she hadn't written down an order in years, no matter how many she had to recall. Plus, she was usually successful in talking people into following her, and she had no doubt that this place could be filled fairly easily. It was nice and remote, which meant no neighbors would complain if it got too noisy with music or rowdy drunks. She was confused as to why it was so empty, but then again it was only early evening. Perhaps he served only drinks and no meals, which would explain the lack of customers. Or maybe nobody realized this place was here. After all, it was pretty far out here.
She considered all of that as she waited for him to respond, and when he hired her without further question, she blinked in surprise. Well, that was easy. She smiled and took his hand, shaking it once before releasing you. "A pleasure to meet you, Fang," she said easily, reminded of the young vampires back home who had given themselves 'tough' names just to prove they were fearsome. He didn't seem to be like them, though, so she didn't judge. "I'm Maggie, yes that's short for something, and no I don't want to explain it," she said, laughing a bit. "So, when do I start?"
She considered all of that as she waited for him to respond, and when he hired her without further question, she blinked in surprise. Well, that was easy. She smiled and took his hand, shaking it once before releasing you. "A pleasure to meet you, Fang," she said easily, reminded of the young vampires back home who had given themselves 'tough' names just to prove they were fearsome. He didn't seem to be like them, though, so she didn't judge. "I'm Maggie, yes that's short for something, and no I don't want to explain it," she said, laughing a bit. "So, when do I start?"