Candy took note of the mech battle unfolding on the viewscreen. “It is quite an impressive display—I’ll have to go over the match in detail tomorrow morning if I want to play talking head on the sportscasts.” She frowned. “Guess I’d better stop drinking for now or I’ll be too hung over.” She sighed. “Ah, the sacrifices I have to make to remain a functioning alcoholic.” She took one more large sip of her scotch before reluctantly pushing it aside and adding a very generous tip.<br/><br/>“You know, it’s no fun here if you can’t tell me anything about yourself.” She smiled mischievously. “Maybe I could take you out to dinner after your shift ends, put this customer / bartender phase behind us.” Candy twirled a strand of her long blonde hair with one finger. She was glad the dress she wearing at the moment did such a good job of showing off her large breasts and cleavage. And the look in her eyes left no doubt that her intentions toward Jillian were far from innocuous.