Grabbing for CR at lastvoyages and distantskies

[lastmanstanding]

...Stop writing personal ads.

You're planning a fucking intervention and writing personal ads. Are you done? Are you that bored? why won't you leave me alone?

...I'm not shutting up. Why the fuck would I need to shut up? Is there any reason you can't just hope new people will end up on the boat and you don't have to sit here and actively put my ass out like this?

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[oldtown_goldie]

[Her mouth curves into a red bow, and she strikes what looks like a cross between a joint and a cigarette and doesn't quite smell like either.]

Payment's a little more flexible since I hooked up with the Saint, baby. I'll give you what you need. Someday, the Malcontent Saint's gonna need something from you.

Not like you're thinking. Not like the mob in Basin City would ask you a favor. The Saint's got more class, may he wander in bliss.

[lastmanstanding]

...who or what is a Saint? The saint? Your pimp?

[oldtown_goldie]

The Malcontent Saint, baby. If that big lug I share a brain with hasn't told you all about him, he's leaving out the good stories.

But I can take you someplace private and explain, if you want.

[lastmanstanding]

She's a little slow. And no, he hasn't. I'll be sure to ask.

[He slides a tentative hand to her shoulder] ...I'd like that.