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He pauses for a moment and raises a brow at her before clinking his glass to hers.
"To /not/ toasting!"
A dumb chuckle was released as he tipped the glass back and set it back down with a satisfying clank.
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He scoffs, waving her off with a chrome hand.
"Fuck ya want? Me to make you two a jingle? Shit."
He releases an obnoxious chortle and downs his drink.
"Trust me. Word travels fast in NC. Get a couple jobs in and people'll talk. Just don't fuck 'em up."
"Yeah, ain't a cheap date, that's for fuckin' sure."
He grins, as if he takes pride in it.
"Least it'll be a way to kill an evening. And who knows? Maybe we'll even become chooms in the process."
"Well then, fuck're you waiting for? Give the Princess a ring."
He leans back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest and letting his head droop as he waits.
Staring off into space, it seemed he was running things over in his mind as well.
"Doesn't fuckin' matter what we dreamed of, Princess. Things're different now."
He sighs, taking another puff of smoke as he considers his next words.
"I ain't got much room to talk, though. Spent the last fifty years in digital purgatory second guessing every decision I โ
"I major in electric, baby."
He winks, setting his guitar back in the case on the nearby table for the moment.
"Bet you'd do pretty good with a synthesizer yourself. Really rock some people's fuckin' socks off. Give it a thought, yeah?"
"Just because ya didn't plan on it doesn't mean ya can't."
He smirks, sliding her drink over to her once it's poured and holding his up.
"What're we toasting to? Doesn't matter to me, just pick something."
He isn't sure why, but the Queen of the Afterlife is actually getting under his skin more so than usual this time. Maybe he did want to make a good impression on Ciri. Or maybe he was protective of her and not in the mood for getting dicked around.
Either way, though, he's the โ
one that came here so he knew he'd just have to deal.
"Do you got anything for us or not? Plenty of other fixers in the city like you said, but you were my first choice so consider yourself fucking flattered, wouldja?"
He sighs, reaching in his pocket to pull out another smokeโ
He shoots Ciri a look and shakes his head, waving her off.
"Forget it, Ciri. Miss Priss wants to play bad bitch today to show off to you rather than give us what we're looking for, let's just go."
He grumbles, planting his feet on the ground and beginning to stand.
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