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No point skimming out on this mission. You're tasked with helping the Handler with his family, for god's sake. It's probably in your best interest to get the best horses you possibly can.
You can already feel your wallet aching as you recall signing the paperwork to rent out the expensive horses.
>-$1000!
You slide past a few drunkards so you can actually place an order of drinks for the gang. You decide to spend $50, about $8.33 on each person, to get some slightly sour beers. Your group gets one of the few available tables so they can actually enjoy their beers in peace.
>-$50
Kiara is gulping that stuff down like it's ambrosia from Heaven itself. Everyone else is treating it as it is: A pick me up before a hard day's work.
Max gags with every sip she takes and in her rush, she finishes it quicker than even Kiara. "Eugh. Does beer normally taste this sour?"
"I think it's fine?" You shrug. "Besides, it's better if it doesn't taste great. Means we won't want to get drunk."
"I get that but c'mon." Max grumbles. You can already tell she's tipsy. Her eyelids are drooping and her eyes are getting pretty glossy. "Hey. I gotta idea. See that rich guy over there?"
Your group turns their heads to see who she's pointing at. The man she's pointing at is a middle aged man wearing a brown open suit with a large, fancy tie hanging around his neck. He has a cowboy hat and jeans on to help blend in but the his thinner build and a lack of any real scars or calluses on him tells you he is definitely not from here.
"Mind if I chat up with 'em?"
"You don't have to ask permission." Benjamin lightly nudges his girlfriend with his shoulder. "Go ahead."
"Ah, might as well get up too. Gotta talk to the people, you know?" Kiara tosses her obviously empty bottle to you. You easily catch it. "Here. Extra beer just for you~!" You throw the bottle back in a huff but Kiara easily catches it.
Max keeps an eye on your expression if you mind. With you showing no real reaction beyond a shrug, she and Kiara both get up from their tables to do their respective things. Time to sit back and watch. You decide to SIGHTJACK them so you don't have to rely on second hand retellings.
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Max swoops in to take the only seat close to the rich man before someone else could take it. "Hey! Mind if I sit here?"
The rich man doesn't even bother looking at Max. "Ain't gonna stop ya." All of his focus is on trying to wave down a bartender so he can get a refill.
The bartender stops by, placing a glass of water by Max and a glass of high class whiskey by the rich man. He cocks his eyebrow upon spotting Max. "Buncha rich people coming around, eh?"
That's enough to get the rich man's attention. He turns to see who's sitting next to him. A faint glint of interest is now visible in his otherwise bored expression."
"Uh. Huh, you one of 'em A-Corp folks, eh? Or was it Z-Corp? Can't quite 'member which family you're from."
"Oh, I have a business relationship with Z-Corp but here."
