Dyn put the bottle in front of him with a clatter of glass on hard wood. The alien bar tender’s eyes lingered on Obbie before he glanced at Titania. Just as quickly though, he turned and got back to work when Titania shot him a look that said, I’m fine. But then Titania knew Dyn was used to this kind of reaction in general. Perhaps not this heavy towards any kind of person, but Titania was abrasive to most people. At least when there wasn’t a deal to be made, a deal that gained him contracts, wealth, and power in the dark back allies of Duat. Everyone owed him favors; at least, it seemed like it most of the time. Need a transport? A ticket off-world? Sure. Just make sure you’ve got something to offer in return. There were few people Titania didn’t like playing deal-maker with, those he generally had more to lose with than to gain.
He rolled his eyes as Dyn walked off, just as Obbie grabbed onto his arm and pushed her overly large breasts into his bicep. He shook her off, pushing her towards the stool next to him. Not because he wanted her to sit next to him, but because it was the easiest direction to send her in without causing a rukus.
He snorted. “No, you may not drink with me,” he said before taking a sip of his wine “The only ones who drink with me are friends and people who need a favor. You fall into neither category, Spiteful Jezebel.” How did she even find him? How? Maybe he should have changed his name. But it’s not like Titania was rare title, especially in a space port laden with whores, escort droids, and porn bots; some of which boasted model type called Venus and Trixie. “What you can do is turn your ass around and walk back out.” He jutted a thumb behind him to express his point.
He rolled his eyes as Dyn walked off, just as Obbie grabbed onto his arm and pushed her overly large breasts into his bicep. He shook her off, pushing her towards the stool next to him. Not because he wanted her to sit next to him, but because it was the easiest direction to send her in without causing a rukus.
He snorted. “No, you may not drink with me,” he said before taking a sip of his wine “The only ones who drink with me are friends and people who need a favor. You fall into neither category, Spiteful Jezebel.” How did she even find him? How? Maybe he should have changed his name. But it’s not like Titania was rare title, especially in a space port laden with whores, escort droids, and porn bots; some of which boasted model type called Venus and Trixie. “What you can do is turn your ass around and walk back out.” He jutted a thumb behind him to express his point.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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