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He cracks an *innocent face*. “Look, lady: I was here first.” | He cracks an *innocent face*. “Look, lady: I was here first.” | ||
She looks him up and down. She scoffs, but vibes playful. “Oh, soldier, so you were ''[[preceding business day convention|preceding]]''?” | She looks him up and down. “Is that a fact.” she ''says'' it like a fact, not a question. | ||
“Yeah.” | |||
She scoffs, but vibes playful. She runs a finger round the rim of his glass. “Oh, soldier, so you were ''[[preceding business day convention|preceding]]''?” | |||
He shrugs. “I guess I figured you would wind up here eventually, so I just made sure I got here first. I guess I was, ahhh — [[Modified following business day convention|''modified'' following]] you.” | He shrugs. “I guess I figured you would wind up here eventually, so I just made sure I got here first. I guess I was, ahhh — [[Modified following business day convention|''modified'' following]] you.” | ||
He spits his drink. They get close. The party gets loud. | He spits his drink. They get close. The party gets loud. | ||
Revision as of 09:38, 20 January 2023
The Negotiator cuts a swathe through the bar.
He sees her. The girl from the agency. He catches her eye. She looks down. She flushes red. She she steals a glance through a tumbling fringe: devastatingly demure. He’s drunk on his own success He rams a Tortuga chaser. That bad boy gives him wings. He sidles up.
Her eyes narrow. “You following me?”
He cracks an *innocent face*. “Look, lady: I was here first.”
She looks him up and down. “Is that a fact.” she says it like a fact, not a question.
“Yeah.”
She scoffs, but vibes playful. She runs a finger round the rim of his glass. “Oh, soldier, so you were preceding?”
He shrugs. “I guess I figured you would wind up here eventually, so I just made sure I got here first. I guess I was, ahhh — modified following you.”
He spits his drink. They get close. The party gets loud.