<strong>Selena Yttrium -- watching the world go by</strong><br/><br/>Selena stretched out lazily, humming along to Kissinger's next song. It was one that she knew well, because she had heard the piano man play it many times, until his usual drink was offered to him. And sure enough, EJ poured out a glass of bourbon with his usual impressive showiness for Kissinger.<br/><br/>Her eyes met Jenna's again as sound of the girl's silky voice. "I sure do, dear! My, you're hardworking one, aren't you?" She glanced appreciatively at Jenna's posterior as the girl turned leisurely to speak to EJ, resisting the urge to give it a little squeeze. No, she needed to conduct herself properly in the presence of these clients.<br/><br/>As Jenna left to give Kissinger his drink, Selena smiled coyly at EJ. This man didn't hold so much of a mystery as Donovan did, but he was just as charming, and his skill at the bar -- and elsewhere, as the rumours held -- was unmatched. "Good evening, Mister Johnson..." she said to him as she played with a lock of her hair. "I trust that you're doing well this evening?"