No need to be sarcastic, hon.
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No need to be sarcastic, hon.
Evan, having recovered from deadtime might be noticed by Trissy or Aiden as he sits over at one of the tables.
Trissy does! She waves him over, smiling warmly. Hey, you! Blondie!
Evan flashes a charming smile at Trissy.
Hey.
Is Trissy's description in the character archive by any chance? :smallsmile:
Argh, no. I just deleted the old one. It was really outdated. I'll PM you when the new one is posted.
Right now she's a drow lady with a semi-pregnant stomach. :smallsmile:
Are you working here, too?
"No need to be vague," Aiden says before tending to other NPC's who need a drink.
Apparently. Whenever the owner gets back I'll probably get the job. Think of me as a bouncer who isn't getting paid.
You'll mostly get to chat with me, then. She smiles. Not a lot of people need bouncing, 'cept my brother. One of them anyways.
Sounds pretty good to me.
Evan says as he absentmindedly takes apart the rifle on his lap.
Trissy eeps slightly. Uh, y'might want to keep that unloaded...
Sorry to scare you there.
Evan says as he places the weapon back in it's case. In an attempt to get away from the subject of his previous work he gestures toward Trissy.
Who's the extremely lucky guy?
Oh, you mean this? She places a hand on her belly and grins. My husband, Marty. He owns this place.
Like I said, very lucky.
Evan says, nodding.
She sighs happily. Thanks... D'you have someone? She looks at him teasingly.
It's obviously a sensitive area for Evan as his happy expression drops right off his face.
No.
Trissy frowns. Other peoples' emotions often rub off on her. I'm sorry... bad memories?
Nah. She just left the Nexus out of nowhere.
Awww, poor baby. She'll try to give him a hug.
Evan accepts the hug gratefully.
Gotta stop being a baby over it.
Don't worry. Same thing happened to my brother. A different one. She drinks her glass of milk thoughtfully
Welp, someone'll come along.
I know some girls, if you want to meet someone.
Fee free. Might wanna warn em against the former mercenary thing. It tends to be a deal killer.
Evan says, grinning.
Be quiet, you. She gives him a playful shove. Don't be so hard on yourself. You're a real charmer.
Ah!
Evan allows himself to fall out of his chair. :smalltongue:
Get up, you big baby. She grins. I'd help you up, but that'd strain my back.
Yes, Ma'am.
Evan says as he gets to his feet and puts his chair back.
Anyways, uh... What's your name?
Evan. What's yours?
Depends. The long one, r the short one? SHe smiles.