Arya sighs as she pours the man another drink. 'Haven't been called a bitch in awhile, mans got some balls,' she thought to herself.<br/><br/>"Sadly death is quiet common here. Someone dies at least once every two days," she states. She studies his indifferent face with a small pout, 'Can't tell if it's just an act or not. I'd love to know if he was interested...'<br/><br/>"Arya! Sweetness! I need another drink babe!" A man a few seats down from the blond called. He had deep brown hair and shit colored eyes.<br/><br/>Arya grimaced before giving the blond a small smile, "Be right back handsome. I have a job I have to do. Gotta make money." She moved down the bar and smiled at the regular who was obsessed with her. She flirted with, distrust in her eyes. The guy gave her the creeps, she'd rather be flirting with the cute blond.<br/><br/>"Thanks babe. Say, you get off in a few, don't chya?" the man asked her with a sick grin. Arya giggled at the man flirtatiously.<br/><br/>"Yes I do, there a reason you're asking, hun?" she asks, her voice overly sweet.<br/><br/>The man smirks, "Just thought I might take you out."<br/><br/>She smiles, "You know I can't, so stop asking." She turns away move back down the bar, in front of the blond. She pulls the whickey out again and refills his glass, "Well, have you found anything interesting in the city?"