Re: Issue 01 - Welcome to the Pit!
"Your mother sounds like a smart lady," the dealer quips, wondering where this emerald curiosity is going with this. He doesn't have to wait long. His eyes follow Teranova's plunging neckline, lingering for a moment, until the words being spoken start to become much more intriguing. He regards her thoughtfully, clearly trying to decide whether he is offended or outrageously turned on.
One of his guards puts a hand between the two and separates them, shoving Teranovae perhaps a little more forcefully than is tactful. "That's more than close enough, ma'am," the sternfaced security-man declares.
"You've got bigger balls than some of my men," the dealer says with a coy expression. "Alright, we'll discuss your proposal tonight. I'll be waiting, beautiful." He waves her away to focus on another customer who'd been impatiently waiting his turn nearby.
Teranovae asks around and finds a suitable holster for her new hand cannon; a sheath for the machete is harder, but a simple belt-loop to hold it is easy. It is sometime during the search that her commlink finally buzzes.
Rydia looks at her wrist. "I don't think I'm that delicate just yet," she mutters. She clearly believes Amanda is up to something, but can't quite figure out what it might be. She opens her mouth to ask... but something gives her pause. Maybe she doesn't want to know. Maybe Amanda's pushing the right obedience buttons.
"Who is this Wonderful individual?" she asks with a slight grin. The double meaning in the phrase was plain to see; the term wonder has been loaded ever since the advent of real-world superheroes, although it was rare to still see it used in a seemingly positive context.
"Ay, there's ah good 'oung man," Ol' Pete says. "Yeh be careful now, t'mob don't be'liev'in' nonlethal s'curity, eh? Heh heh heh." The man flops backward on his couch, spreads his arms, and immediately begins snoring.