‘Don’t everybody know about you already? Don’t everybody know about everyone already?’ She gestures the waitress to get her some coffee, then turns to Barris questioning glare rising an eyebrow and leaning forth a little, countering his slight invasion. ‘All three, I’d say. I’m from the East Coast, I believe; and I don’t go out that often… weather here sucks. It’s not even natural.’ Her fingers start tapping the table, a little anxious for her coffee. ‘Do you know everyone here? Are you CIA? DEA?’.
“… Not everyone. Most, but not all. And those that do know me, believe that I don’t keep the drugs anymore.” Which was a bull-faced lie, but it kept people from confronting him about it. For the most part. Some weren’t in the loop, and he usually caved and gave them what they wanted. “Most people don’t leave for fear of being watched; though staying at home tends to lead to more suspicion than none.” With one finger, Barris pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Do I know everyone? No, not exactly. I know some by face, but I couldn’t even begin to tell you what their first name is.”
‘A good way to keep them off your tail. Smart, after all.’ She didn’t know whether or not to believe him, given that it’d been so easy for her to just get to him like that. For a moment she stared into the cup of coffee and saw he was still talking, not sure wether she lost or possibly mixed any content and certainly not recalling the waitress leaving that on the table. Shit was getting worse. ‘You really think we don’t get watched in our houses? I swear even in these very drinks, in the air, there are nano-cameras, little micro things we even get to digest all the way. Live feed. Haven’t you heard?’ she said crossing her arms.
"Oh, for definite people get watched in their own houses. I've just heard they only watch the houses they suspect people are... well, being 'suspicious,' as per usual." Of course, now his attention was caught with the mention of microscopic cameras bringing live feed to where ever those assholes waited and watched for anything that would tip them off. "... In the air? In your drink? That might be pushing it. But, honestly, I wouldn't push it past them to pull a fucking stunt like that."














