OOC: Please see the bolded in this thread before starting here. Don't worry, I don't bite unless invited.
Nepleslia Prime - Prospector's Pub, Prime City
A slim, auburn-haired woman sat back in her chair, left hand on her pint of porter, right playing with the snap on her holster. She had on a pair of hiking boots, denim pants, an off-white shirt under a leather vest, and an oilskin hat and jacket. A tall man of medium build and dark complexion stood before her, arms crossed over his chest as he sighed again.
"Are you sure you will not reconsider?" came the man's proper sounding, Delsaurian accent, "I know we would be a great team; you know it, Sergei knew it."
The woman's sky blue eyes looked at the man for a second, then looked away as her pale, freckled brow creased. "Mathias," her dark satin voice replied with a sigh, "we have off and on been doing things together since pre-school. I wanna to go out and do something truly on my own for a change."
"Helen-"
"I'm a big girl, and have people coming in ten. Please..."
Mathias sighed one more time and shook his head, but smiled. "Alright," he relented, pulling out a nice clean business card, "Give me call if you change your mind." The man set the card down next to Helen's beer and tapped it twice, "Happy hunting, Hot Foot."
The frustrated scientist took a pull over drink as the man walked away with a wave, then palmed the card and put it away. She then pulled her hat off and tossed it into the middle of the table before setting her feet up. "I do hope they all show up," Helen sighed.
Nepleslia Prime - Prospector's Pub, Prime City
A slim, auburn-haired woman sat back in her chair, left hand on her pint of porter, right playing with the snap on her holster. She had on a pair of hiking boots, denim pants, an off-white shirt under a leather vest, and an oilskin hat and jacket. A tall man of medium build and dark complexion stood before her, arms crossed over his chest as he sighed again.
"Are you sure you will not reconsider?" came the man's proper sounding, Delsaurian accent, "I know we would be a great team; you know it, Sergei knew it."
The woman's sky blue eyes looked at the man for a second, then looked away as her pale, freckled brow creased. "Mathias," her dark satin voice replied with a sigh, "we have off and on been doing things together since pre-school. I wanna to go out and do something truly on my own for a change."
"Helen-"
"I'm a big girl, and have people coming in ten. Please..."
Mathias sighed one more time and shook his head, but smiled. "Alright," he relented, pulling out a nice clean business card, "Give me call if you change your mind." The man set the card down next to Helen's beer and tapped it twice, "Happy hunting, Hot Foot."
The frustrated scientist took a pull over drink as the man walked away with a wave, then palmed the card and put it away. She then pulled her hat off and tossed it into the middle of the table before setting her feet up. "I do hope they all show up," Helen sighed.