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deercountry2021-11-20 11:06 pm
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How to Start a Barfight Like a Professional and Flirt While Doing It
Who: Bolin and Delilah Dirk
What: Two chaotic people meet. Turns out similar vibes do not cancel out.
When: Evening, late month
Where: A pub in Trench
She righted wrongs. It's what it said on her little business stand she set up, whenever the occasion took her. She'd earned a good wage at it so far. Maybe? She hadn't really figured out the rocks part yet. Finance wasn't exactly her forte, as it happened. But she also kept stashing them like a squirrel because she didn't trust banks much.
But she earned something from it. In this case, a young woman had approached her - timid, worried - with quite the take. A music box she had, a relic from her family. Stolen by a brigand who had attempted to seduce her and, when that had failed, had stolen it in pique.
It was exactly the sort of person she had the urge to pound until they were about a foot and a half shorter.
She'd gone with a name and a description and that had led her to a little dive sort of pub. She sat herself in a corner, waiting for him to make his appearance.
What: Two chaotic people meet. Turns out similar vibes do not cancel out.
When: Evening, late month
Where: A pub in Trench
She righted wrongs. It's what it said on her little business stand she set up, whenever the occasion took her. She'd earned a good wage at it so far. Maybe? She hadn't really figured out the rocks part yet. Finance wasn't exactly her forte, as it happened. But she also kept stashing them like a squirrel because she didn't trust banks much.
But she earned something from it. In this case, a young woman had approached her - timid, worried - with quite the take. A music box she had, a relic from her family. Stolen by a brigand who had attempted to seduce her and, when that had failed, had stolen it in pique.
It was exactly the sort of person she had the urge to pound until they were about a foot and a half shorter.
She'd gone with a name and a description and that had led her to a little dive sort of pub. She sat herself in a corner, waiting for him to make his appearance.