diplomacyskill:
@thehurtvector
He was doing his best to stand out without being too obvious and look cool without looking like an idiot. He was probably failing but the confidence was there all the same as he walked up to who he was pretty sure was the person he was told to contact. He leaned against the counter as he spoke up.
“So I hear you’re in need of someone who can move some things.”
It was a lie. But still. Confidence.
Maintenance of a cantina consumed all of her waking hours --- or, at least, that’s what she tried to present to anyone who would give her a sidelong glance. The itch that told her that someone was paying too much attention was too easy to ignore, and not easy at all. So, she waited until he approached, then glanced a him from the corner of her eye, before she poured another client further down the bar a drink.
She handed it off to the nearest MixRMastR at his comment, and leveled the full weight of her un-amused ire on him.
“That a joke ‘bout my size?”
