Yeah, this tends to be how it goes with her.

burglary, vandalism, and disrespect of privacy to name a few.

I'll let it cover (a) drink.

... how many of those have you made?

Fine, dont drink for free.

If i get her drunk, i dont see how that is conducive to her leaving. Why dont you throw her out and claim the free drink for yourself?

Payment is after services are rendered.

Go for it! No bloodshed in the inn, please.

I think she just shakes like that.

Not you. The one with bug eyes that somehow scares customers more than you.

How have I not banned that woman from the inn? I need to fix that now.

"Does he now?" She raises a brow at that news, a smile once again tugging at the corners in her lips. A second passes, and she shrugs, still with that smug half-smile. "I don't even need to say anything to that. I love karma."

"It'll be nice having a cat around. Something to keep the mice away."

girl that was a month ago

"Slow, but it is a Tuesday night." She disguises a laugh with a cough, and takes a second to regain her composure. "Looks like you found something."

"Having a good night?" The barest hint of a smile, even as Sage was in near shambles over the bundle of fur in her hands.

... sure, she can keep the mouser around. make sure it doesn't end up harassing Boc.

Yes, please keep sending very pretty women to my inn. It draws in more people.

This should be interesting.

"There are not free drinks in either place!"

Keep talking. It's all you're good for.

Feeling is mutual.

To sound like you aren't on psycho instead.

You're insane.

I prefer to keep business to working hours, but your enthusiasm is noted.

Boo-fucking-hoo. I don't care. I've been on the Omerta's shitlist before. You think you're tougher?

Yes, because the jetfiend knows what's best. You are right in the sense that I'm wasting time. I need to get back to work.

Just Miss, I've never been married. It's a pleasure to meet you, Boc. Feel free to get settled in. If you don't mind, I can bring by a few blankets that I've needed mended in a bit?

Right, I should ask their pronouns. I'm trying to look out for the people of this town.

The little guy camping behind your casino? That's what set off your meltdown, right? I mean. Go ahead and let the skilled seamster walk away. I only benefit

Oh, shove it up your ass. I took care of your "problem", anyway.

Ms. Alvarado. What's your name?

I never said I did. I just said I could tell what you were on.

Whatever you say. You're the boss.

Since when? The hell are you smoking? Nevermind. Jet. I can tell.

We could just kill him. I don't think Vivi would mind THAT much.

Try it. Please. I've missed how cutthroat Vegas could be. I'd love a little reminder of home.

Then it's a deal. He can choose which bed he'd like. Kyra will give him a key to the chest at the end of it if he has things he'd like to store.

Motherfucker I'm right here.

It wouldn't be imposing if he offered his skills from time to time. She never has the patience for sewing.

Seamster, right? If he can keep the bedding in the inn from falling apart, he can have one of the beds in the bunkhouse.

Of course she's working on New Year's. She works every day.

🤔

There's no accounting for taste...

a regular town hero.

Another day in paradise (said while buying cigarettes for the first time in six years)

She's never been a huge fan of cigarettes, but... Tonight, she needs one.

Perfect. She can keep pretending to be heartless.

No, it's the forces that make money a necessity that are evil. Money by itself is simply a way to make trade easier.

It's a cheap enough price that some people pay extra. She can pretend that's why she's giving out free food and not that she actually has a heart.