Nathaniel looked over to the local offering him some positive advice, offering a small polite smile as his eyes returned to the swirling brown liquid. It's smell was pungent, strong, and most definitely cheap. The sour aroma harassed his dingo like senses, but he needed to continue on with the ruse, and downed it without hesitation. Ensuring that he made a little spectacle of the taste, he returned back to his spontaneous guide, but he was distracted, and so too was Nathaniel.
"It's too carbonated."
Nathaniel interjected rudely. The man before him was a local and likely had information on some of the happenings in the city, but this overly cocky woman strutted into the bar with a sense of 'I own this' and perhaps even a party attitude. With this duo and enough beverage, perhaps their tongues would loosen.
"Oh? You make it sound like it's a rarity that a wealthy man with the future in his hands was an insane megalomaniac."
Vex offered a slight chuckle, astounded by the honesty of the man before him. He sensed no rise in heart rate and only normal blood pressure. Nothing that would indicate whether Johann was lying or intended to deceive him.
"I guess you need a less trusting receptionist then."
Vex replied, remembering his last minute blunder of an excuse that had initially allowed him entrance into the comparatively impregnable facility.
"So, uh....you mentioned something about an employment opportunity earlier?"
He cited coyly while walking beside the man who he had intended to steal from, holding his meager aluminum prosthetic shamefully.
"Don't tell anyone about the IBS by the way. There's some truth in every lie."
@_creed_: we can do this interaction simultaneously as if we're all meeting for the first time if that's easier. It can also make things a little more unexpected and interesting
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