Jasmine looked over at the newcomer, and her arm reached down to her side, slipping the purple-hilted knife an inch out of the sheath and adjusting her grip on it. Now who is this... She wondered to herself, followed by another thought. I wonder what would happen if I knifed him?
Throwing a glance at the others in the bar, she slipped the knife out of its sheath, resting it on her leg and still holding it with a hand. Maybe it'd be best not to...yet.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
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The man with the laser rifle stepped back into the shadows from whence he came, disappearing from sight. The bartender said quietly, "Wise choice, ami."
Jean looked nervously at the man, not wanting any more damage to be caused to the already poorly-taken-care-of bar.
Jasmine continued to watch Jayce, her thoughts and emotions hidden beneath the mask. Interesting...
She watched as he spoke to the bartender, and glanced towards her, and she looked back down at the table, her grip tightening on the knifehandle slightly.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
"Yeeeah... So. About that drink." Jayce stammered out, reaching back down to where his pistol lay on his hip. "I hear you have some nice wines. I'll take one, and send the best you have to the girl in the suit over there, my treat."
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The bartender gives Jayce a strange look, and pours him some wine from a bottle, pouring a second glass as well. "Twenty creds, bud. You can take the drink over to 'er yourself, ain't my damn job."
"Fine." Says Jayce, grabbing both the glasses, and walking over to the table with the girl.
"Hey there. I'm Jayce. Jayce Brooks, Sirius Coalition Revolutionary Army..."