The reporter pouted a bit, but took Jillian’s response in stride—it had been a long shot to begin with. “I must be losing my touch,” she said jokingly. For once she decided not to pry. “Well, anyway, do you guys serve any food here? Oh, and a soda water with lemon would be nice.”<br/><br/>Candy watched the match for a little while before continuing. “So, how busy does this place usually get? Because I figure you could do a lot more business here if you got the word out about having an MBF pilot as bartender. I could do a fluff piece on this place that would generate a lot of attention—although admittedly my non-malicious services don’t come cheap. Being nice is just so...icky.” She laughed slightly. “Although I might be willing to give you a discount—I have a weakness for redheads.” She winked to show she was only teasing—well, half teasing, half flirting.