06-23-2014, 05:49 PM
He scoffed at the statement of her lot in life; an Environmentalist. Why did he have such terrible luck as to keep running into these sorts? First that blasted preacher-fellow. Who, as it turned out after a little bit of research, had actually been a preacher. Sometimes Hood could really hit the nail on the head. Well, for one of those Evangelist pukes, that Jensen fellow would probably amount to something useful to society. If he didn't get himself killed first with his damn pacifistic ways of course.
He chuckled and flashed her an almost teasing grin before sipping his beer. "Too bad. Looks like yours, you'd make a killing at it. Hob-knob with the fuckin' best of the best, rake in six digits a year easy. Hell, some guys just pay for a gal like you on their arm in public and don't want a god damn thing for it other then the braggin' rights."
"Heard of it."
Actually, he had heard a few rumours on the grape-vine from his Atharim buddies...if they could be called that. He liked them well enough, but even the ones he worked with regularly weren't friends. Not the type he was going to call up to go for beers and watch a game. But they were good at their job, functioned as a team, did good work, and led him to things he could really let himself loose on. Far better way to blow some steam then dealing with a few drug pumping punks at some dive bar.
"Don't be getting my intervening wrong kid. You just provided a fine excuse to knock a few of these little shits around a bit. Now I'm hoping they come back lookin' for ya and are itching for a real fight. But, I'm probably not that fucking lucky. Think they may have been smarter then they looked."
She didn't owe him a damn thing; besides, if she were some fool Environmentalist, she probably wasn't exactly rolling in cash. She could keep her few bucks if it meant she was likely to buy another tight pair of jeans.
He waved a hand dismissively as she looked at her phone and sipped his terrible beer, eyeing the room. So she'd run into something had she? Well, could have been anything really. She was normal folk, and they saw monsters where none were to be found. Usually if they did see a monster, their brain worked over-time to rationalize it into something more mundane, something explainable.
He chuckled and flashed her an almost teasing grin before sipping his beer. "Too bad. Looks like yours, you'd make a killing at it. Hob-knob with the fuckin' best of the best, rake in six digits a year easy. Hell, some guys just pay for a gal like you on their arm in public and don't want a god damn thing for it other then the braggin' rights."
"Heard of it."
Actually, he had heard a few rumours on the grape-vine from his Atharim buddies...if they could be called that. He liked them well enough, but even the ones he worked with regularly weren't friends. Not the type he was going to call up to go for beers and watch a game. But they were good at their job, functioned as a team, did good work, and led him to things he could really let himself loose on. Far better way to blow some steam then dealing with a few drug pumping punks at some dive bar.
"Don't be getting my intervening wrong kid. You just provided a fine excuse to knock a few of these little shits around a bit. Now I'm hoping they come back lookin' for ya and are itching for a real fight. But, I'm probably not that fucking lucky. Think they may have been smarter then they looked."
She didn't owe him a damn thing; besides, if she were some fool Environmentalist, she probably wasn't exactly rolling in cash. She could keep her few bucks if it meant she was likely to buy another tight pair of jeans.
He waved a hand dismissively as she looked at her phone and sipped his terrible beer, eyeing the room. So she'd run into something had she? Well, could have been anything really. She was normal folk, and they saw monsters where none were to be found. Usually if they did see a monster, their brain worked over-time to rationalize it into something more mundane, something explainable.