Apr 27, 2018 21:07:07 GMT
Post by Sonnet Matsuda on Apr 27, 2018 21:07:07 GMT
In the end everything collides
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@aaron
Mmmmm, we all like free shit."
She helped herself to a handful of her fries, dunking them in the sauce they'd come with before eating them. She wasn't a particularly attractive eater, not least because a woman her size shouldn't be able to consume that quantity of food and still walk.
She raised an eyebrow at the comment, but returned the gesture, knocking back the glass. It was a gesture of respect, and she could appreciate that at least, even if she didn't understand his reasons for it fully. She eyed the bottle, it was more than halfway down already. Glancing towards the bar, she could see that the bar was starting to get busier. She would have to order soon if she wanted to keep her drinking going consistently without giving her body a chance to burn it off.
She snorted, smiling. "You mean a dick?"
In truth she was enjoying the conversation, parts of it were definitely skirting too close to personal for her liking, but she rarely spoke to people outside of the Yakuza, and it was exhausting constantly proving herself. This man seemed to just respect her, despite having defeated her. She would still have to repay that debt, but that was for another time. Now they were in the middle of another truce, and she'd be damned if she was the one who broke it.
His next question made her look at him in disbelief. "I live in the 21st century."
She reached into a pocket, pulling out three different plastic devices. She sorted through them briefly, before selecting one that apparently passed some invisible test and tossing it across the table for him to tap in his number. It was a classic burner, a small plastic flip phone that could be picked up anywhere for twenty bucks.
"It's new, so you might get a couple of weeks out of it before I ditch it."
She helped herself to a handful of her fries, dunking them in the sauce they'd come with before eating them. She wasn't a particularly attractive eater, not least because a woman her size shouldn't be able to consume that quantity of food and still walk.
She raised an eyebrow at the comment, but returned the gesture, knocking back the glass. It was a gesture of respect, and she could appreciate that at least, even if she didn't understand his reasons for it fully. She eyed the bottle, it was more than halfway down already. Glancing towards the bar, she could see that the bar was starting to get busier. She would have to order soon if she wanted to keep her drinking going consistently without giving her body a chance to burn it off.
She snorted, smiling. "You mean a dick?"
In truth she was enjoying the conversation, parts of it were definitely skirting too close to personal for her liking, but she rarely spoke to people outside of the Yakuza, and it was exhausting constantly proving herself. This man seemed to just respect her, despite having defeated her. She would still have to repay that debt, but that was for another time. Now they were in the middle of another truce, and she'd be damned if she was the one who broke it.
His next question made her look at him in disbelief. "I live in the 21st century."
She reached into a pocket, pulling out three different plastic devices. She sorted through them briefly, before selecting one that apparently passed some invisible test and tossing it across the table for him to tap in his number. It was a classic burner, a small plastic flip phone that could be picked up anywhere for twenty bucks.
"It's new, so you might get a couple of weeks out of it before I ditch it."
My childhood spat back out the monster that you see
