Amelie was as confident as they come, proud of her beauty, of her sexuality. Like every normal person, there were some things she was shy about, such as her intelligence in certain areas, but for the most part she was proud of herself. Some called her vain, as well as other choice words, but Amelie didn't let it get to her. Looking up, she noticed someone was awkwardly standing just a few feet from her. At first, Amelie smiled at the woman in front of her just like every other customer. It took a few moments and a reminder of the drink voucher for her to remember who this woman was. From that bridal shower that Connor was entertaining for the night. Clearly Connor wasn't entertaining<i>all </i>of the bridal party. Amelie knew when someone was trying nervously to flirt with her, or at least make small talk. The way the girl bit her lower lip, the small confused tilt of her head. A customer who only wanted a drink wouldn't introduce themselves.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"Of course sweet heart. Let's go to the bar. I'll get a drink too."</span></b>Though unlike this lucky lady, she couldn't have alcohol, not while working anyways. Amelie lead her to the bar, brushing off other customers with a friendly hello or a blown kiss.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc"><b>"I recommend the Emi."</b></span>She said, pointing down at the menu which was fixed under the glass top of the bar. They were well away from the bridal party now, so Amelie decided to flirt some more.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc"><b>"It's my favorite drink."</b></span>Which was why it was named after her.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"With mango and passion fruit."</span></b>The bartender, an older female, came over with a bright smile and greeted both Emi and Meghan.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"So love, Connor not doing it for ya...?"</span></b>Oh she couldn't wait to gloat to Connor! Amelie took the time to look Meghan over, from her blond hair down to her black heels. Compared to many that approached her, this one was quite the catch. If she could manage it, Meghan would be the one to go back to her dressing room. Not all of the dancers were lucky to have a dressing room, but she had both seniority and brought in the most money. Not only that, but she was in charge of training.<br/><br/>The bartender brought over their drinks and Amelie held up her non-alcoholic fruit juice for a toast.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"Cheers, love."</span></b>She kept her eyes on Meghan, then put her lips to her straw for a sip.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"So, Meghan, are you enjoying yourself? See anything you like?"</span></b>Amelie teasingly giggled, implying herself. She raised her glass to take another sip from her drink, but the cold condensation dripped onto her crop top and her skin, making her gasp lightly.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"I guess I don't need this shirt anyways."</span></b><br/><br/>As Amelie casually lifted the crop top off, several heads turned and some whistled or hollered at her.<i>"Take the rest off!"</i>Came a shout, followed by similar ones.<br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"I don't know. What do you think Meghan?"</span></b>Amelie asked, staring into her smoky eyes with her own lusty gaze.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"Perhaps I should just get another shirt from my dressing room."<br/>
</span></b><br/>((Edited: Smoking --> Smokey))