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You feel like topping yourself off a bit before wading into conversation with Vince, who seems perfectly occupied gazing into the bottom of his glass, and so you start scanning the crowd for a hot meal.
Loser. Alcoholic. A few tweakers. Not really your style. The two young ladies on the closer end of the bar, however, could be a spot of fun. The one on the left is light skinned with freckles and hooded, almond eyes. She's sort of pretty, wearing tattered, secondhand streetwear, black denim, studs, and mud-caked sneakers. She's brushing some braids out of her face to sip on something purple in a chipped martini glass. The other is a pale ginger, and has a more plain looking face that she's accessorized with half a dozen piercings, with her red hair arranged into a mohawk. Her outfit is far more revealing, composed of fishnets, miniskirt, fingerless gloves, and tube top. Both have a handful of visible tattoos, and the one with the piercings has a cybernetic left arm. They look to be in their early thirties, which down here means they are probably in their late twenties.
You sidle up to the pair, on the other side of the mohawk, whom you notice doesn't have a drink, and swipe your wrist over the pay scanner. <span class="mu-g">"I'll pay for whatever she has next, it's too nice a night for her friend to be drinking alone."</span> You inform the drone behind the counter. You lean on the bar, and when the girls notice and look to you, their eyes betray their surprise at being noticed by someone as attractive as yourself. They sort of grin to each other quickly, but play it cool. Freckles puts her drink down and leans around her friend to give you an up and down appraisal before she speaks. "Hey thanks. We never been here before. Heard it was a good time. Guess they was right." She says with a sly look.
Her friend rolls her eyes just a touch, but crosses her arms. "Yeah thanks." She faces the drone, then, and orders. "Gin fizz, extra ice." With that, her attention returns to you. "I'm Rags. This is Tasha. You look like you ain't been here before neither, you know that? What's your name?"
<span class="mu-g">"I'm Troy, good to meet you both. Whoever sent you here was right, Lotti's is a great time, I've been coming for years, at least when I find the time."</span> You introduce yourself, purposefully avoiding your first or last name. <span class="mu-g">"The stiffs up top don't know how to party like Old Charlie."</span> You add, giving Tasha a conspiratorial wink. You are emphatically not a 'stiff', all of your movements are so smooth, effortless, and almost mesmerizing on their own. The suit (which likely costs more than all of the liquor in this place), and your preternaturally good looks seal the deal, you can tell you just about have these two on the hook.
"Oh schway? And you do? I'd like to see that some time. You gonna stick around for a bit?" Rags' replies, daringly, causing Tasha to giggle behind her.
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