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Ale shrugged, making a face at the suggestion. “That takes sipping and time and blah blah blah. Just give me something strong in a shot glass, and then fill it a few times for me?” He suggested, offering a pleading expression and gesturing around their place of business. “I don’t offer any subtle hints, unfortunately. They don’t like hints. They want someone dumb and happy and willing to do anything they can think of to do. And if you put up with all of that shit, you get the big bills,” he explained, shrugging. It probably wasn’t the best idea, hinting at the illegalities he got up to when nobody important was looking (or when he knew the important people that were looking wouldn’t care). But Ale had been here long enough to know it didn’t really make a difference. He brought in money, that was what mattered.
“You got it, I got a bottle of Bacardi here, one of the strongest drinks.” Vivian took out a shot glass and filled it up, sliding it in Ale’s direction. She nodded as she glanced around with him. Knowing all of this far too well, “Sometimes if you’re lucky though you can run into a person who likes being ordered around. Those are the most fun.” She shrugged with him, “Well you got to do what you can you know. There is no fun in following all the rules and some of the rules just don’t get you the best results. You have to do what’s best for you first.” At least that is how she lived her life and she found it to work the best for her.
















