GENERAL: open post

[flambebe]

GOD FUCKING BLESS I GOT THE HTML TO WORK. okay i'll make this cool and fancy in a little while but for now all you gotta know is open rp post in a garbage cyberpunk bar with lots of recreational chemicals and bizarre fashions. born into the setting? new here? achilles doesn't give a fuck unless you have interesting gossip.

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[flambebe]

Caliss. [achilles groans, somehow managing to meld 'theatrical' and 'quiet' into a single sound, before looking around briefly. if nothing else, he hates namedropping because it inevitably means more attempts to start a conversation with him.] Fine. Look up 'Desjardins' in the system. My tab's been automated for about three years, here.

[eternaltool]

Fine.

[If it means less work later, she'll do it now. She's got the computer right there next to her, she pulls it up and. Yep, go figure. Asshole is right. She makes a noncommittal "hm" to herself and starts that sweet, sweet new tab.]

Guess you got me, Mr. Big Shot. Let me know when you're ready for another. Or when you're ready to find a new bar.

[Sorry was he expecting her to care beyond that? Because Christ, this guy must not go anywhere else for this to be automated for three years.]

[flambebe]

Yeah, sure. Maybe when the Entropy Patrol relocates. [now he IS just namedropping. something about her attitude is getting under his skin, making him feel small.] How about a round for everybody, on me?

[eternaltool]

[Oh man, he must be needing attention. She quirks a brow up at him.]

And I'm assuming top shelf. [His need to Feel Big is getting on her nerves; too many dragons like that. But she isn't feeling any power off him so he's definitely just a human.]

Fine. [She can't exactly wave the other bartender over to help or to step away to hand drinks out so. If they're at the bar, they'll get a round, if not then guess they weren't included huh.] Awfully generous.

[flambebe]

[... shit. why did he do that. he's supposed to be better than this, he's not supposed to let his emotions dictate his actions. and it's not even like it was a BIG slight to his ego.]

[but, well. in for a penny, in for a pound.] Yeah, sure. Whatever folks want. [he grabs his own glass and takes a slightly more generous swig than usual.] Not like it's a big deal to me.

[eternaltool]

[Her tone is all about that sarcasm:] Oh, of course it isn't. Just doing something nice, right?

[But everyone around gets a drink and about ten minutes later, she's left with. Still just this guy sitting in front of her.]

Does it really take that much to bruise your ego?

[flambebe]

Eh? [in the interim, achilles has gotten lost in his own thoughts and, occasionally, his wristscreen. being addressed directly again startles him somewhat, his head snapping up to stare at her.] Oh. Yeah.

I mean, I'm here often enough. I might as well give back. [yeah, he DID manage to find a way to agree while also making this her fault for not recognizing him,]

[eternaltool]

Poor baby. [No skin off her back. She's got worse shit to worry about than this guy.

Unless he decides to complain higher up and get her kicked out, that may cause problems later. Jen takes a slow inhale at her register, then back to facing him.]

Sure. I am new around here. Whole area. So literally don't have a clue what any of that stuff you named means.

[flambebe]

[fortunately for her, he's only on a last name basis with the managers. he's a good patron that they'd probably hate to lose, but they're not his FRIENDS. nonetheless, he perks up a fraction when she drops that tidbit.] Never been to Toromilton before? Ha. Real shame. It's great place. Lots to do, friendly people... [hopefully the way he trails off will successfully indicate the sarcasm. he knows this sprawl is a garbage dump.]