I think I will go and see what this Irving Hall place is all about…
Well, she is, but it’s just to say that I need to stop sneaking down to the cafe to bother her when we’re both supposed to be working. And that I should get back to work before Lito or anyone notices. I don’t know why it matters, it’s not like people usually ask for me for private dances. I just need to look “exotic”…
*leans against the bar in Arabia, gnawing on her lip as she thinks*
*spots Ali leaning against the bar as he’s wiping it down* *walks over to her* Is everything alright?
This darn new area. It means new outfits and new designs and we have nothing that can possibly be refurbished to look like the “Wild West”. Lito, dear, you had better appreciate all the time I’m putting into this.
I was going to put the bartenders in sombreros and ponchos, but I’d rather not make Ignacio any more sullen than he already is. It’s not good for business. Dearie, when you have a moment, do come upstairs for a fitting? I promise, it’s not a sombrero.
*shrugs* I certainly hope not. *heads upstairs to the costume area*
Could someone -please- tell me what this “Wild West” nonsense is all about? I am from Puerto Rico…-not- Mexico. *shakes his head, muttering in Spanish*
*chuckles, pats his arm, shaking her head* Unfortunately most don’t know the difference, like Sicilian from Italian…
*shakes his head* As long as the white folks do not expect me to wear a sombrero.