<strong> Kissinger, flirting with Jenna </strong><br/><br/>“<em>Hard</em>-ly.” He said, taking one of her words out of context as he quickly shifted his eyes to his crotch and then back at Jenna.  A look intended to divert Jenna’s gaze to where he was looking, as he put emphasis on the word ‘hard’-ly.  “I suppose there’s a satisfaction that could be found elsewhere.”  He said as he began to play a light tune.  “But then again, polite customers would be something I would complain about.”  He smiled, “but that’s me.”<br/><br/>“Thank you, Doll.” He said when Jenna brought his drink.  He took a sip, cracked his fingers and began to warm up the piano for the evening.<br/>