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So you want to "voicetest" me? Go ahead. You know, you should probably acknowledge that you won't do well, but I can admire the ambition. I'll give you this: you have a type. I'm not sure if that says something good or something bad about me, but either way, you're consistent.

Not to be cynical, but I doubt this'll last. You'll move on. You're sure as hell not sticking me into some kind of game, and the novelty'll wear off sooner or later.

[A raised glass in mock cheers.]

Enjoy me for now. I have work to pretend to do.

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Aw, games aren't so bad, sugar. And you never know. Tell 'em it's just novelty and half the time, they'll get stubborn as a mule and hang onto ya for five years.

[Everything about this -- swingy Southern accent, easy country girl demeanor, lazy smile -- is entirely artifice. Is he sober enough to know when someone's playing him?]

[He recognizes artifice when he sees it, but that doesn't necessarily mean he feels the need to call anyone out on it. Sometimes it's more interesting not to.]

I can see her doing something like that. Sounds like you might have some experience with it.

Oh, let's see now...comin' up on three years count as experience? No, two. Feels like three. And I ain't hardly the oldest, either.

[Mind you, it's flawlessly constructed. A trained dialect coach might be able to find something wrong with that accent, but not the untrained ear of a New Yorker. She knows how to lie, although at this level it's not even lying so much as acting.]

Jesus, two years? What's there to do around here for two years?

[She laughs, a warm little giggle.] Oh, boy like you 'll find plenty. Trust me.

Why don't you humor me and give me some examples.

Why don't you be a gentleman first and give me your name?

It's Roger Sterling. What's yours?

You can call me Miss Jay. [Which is not anywhere close to her name. But she honestly spends more time responding to "Jezebel" these days than "Sariah."]

Nice to meet you, Miss Jay. Have a drink.

[There's always a bottle of some kind of alcohol close by, after all. Today it's vodka.]

Well, don't mind if I do. [She stands, ever ladylike despite the short skirt, and pours herself a healthy measure with a few ice cubes.]

So what do you do for a livin', Mr. Sterling? [Her back is still to him as she asks, finishing her pour and putting the vodka back. Feel free to stare at her ass and legs until she turns around.]

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[Of course he's staring; some things never change.]

I'm in advertising. It's about as interesting as you think it is, which is to say, it seems fascinating until you actually start doing it.

[A pause to adjust his gaze away from quite so blatant of a stare, and then:]

And what do you do?

[Heh, he hasn't even noticed she didn't answer the question, has he? Ot if he has, he's letting it slide and he's more to contend with than he looks. Of course, she turns around smoothly just as he adjusts his gaze, with a smirk that suggests she knows.]

What would you say if I said jewel thief? [She tilts her head and has a curious tone, making it seem a lot less like "thinly-veiled admission" and more like "young woman whimsy."]

[He's noticed, but there are some things you just let slide. No sense in interrogating anyone too closely on the first meeting, right?]

I'd ask you how that was going for you, and if you'd stolen anything particularly nice lately.

[She grins, noticing that his drink is empty, so she plucks it from his desk and turns around again to refill it.] If only life could be that excitin', huh?

[He nods his thanks at the refill. More alcohol is always welcome.]

Who says it can't be? I wonder if jewel thievery is an easy career to break into?

Probably. [Leaning over to lower her voice as she sets his drink back down in front of him:] But the consequences if you don't get it right are a lot worse.

I can imagine. So what do you really do?

Advertising. [An angelic smile. Is that genuine or more fucking with him?] Of a kind, anyway.

Oh? What kind?

[He just goes on the assumption nothing is genuine. That's a lot easier.]

[Probably safer. She considers trying to spin something about corporate marketing, but that doesn't fit this persona.] Me and my momma own a little shop. Town like ours, we're really sellin' ourselves as much as our stuff.

That's the first lesson of business right there: you're always selling yourself.

[Literally or figuratively. Either way.]

Sounds like you've got it figured out.

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