"Eh. You're a seven. A soft seven. And I have it on good authority that I'm a nine." That's probably wishful thinking, projecting her hopes for herself into the statements of dudes she's banged, but she's going to stick to it. If the only power she has in this world is from using-abusing-losing guys throughout the city, she's going to milk it.
"Get real, boner." She takes a slug of her gin just to be spiteful, but she does get the bar hose and pour him water. "It comes out clear, so it's probably fine."
And if it's not, well, how long are they going to live out here anyway? If it's not botulism it's going to be monsters, and if it's not monsters it's going to be starvation, and if it's not starvation it's probably going to be the worst fate of them all: boredom.
"Running out on the tab, that's a classic move. Do you grab other people's bills on the way out? Because you can grab two or three credit cards if you move fast and pretend you're the waitress taking it out back to charge it." She looks deeply pleased with herself. "I call it a Sweet Dee Swipe."
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"Get real, boner." She takes a slug of her gin just to be spiteful, but she does get the bar hose and pour him water. "It comes out clear, so it's probably fine."
And if it's not, well, how long are they going to live out here anyway? If it's not botulism it's going to be monsters, and if it's not monsters it's going to be starvation, and if it's not starvation it's probably going to be the worst fate of them all: boredom.
"Running out on the tab, that's a classic move. Do you grab other people's bills on the way out? Because you can grab two or three credit cards if you move fast and pretend you're the waitress taking it out back to charge it." She looks deeply pleased with herself. "I call it a Sweet Dee Swipe."