[Norma's nose scrunches up to one side as she bears witness to the sight - down the hatch indeed. She's never been bothered by people getting smashed, she sees it (and then some) all the time, but her own mother makes it a bit more personal. Really, Norma can't help but thinking Revy does this to rile her up or something. It'd be no shocker, frankly.
With a grunt, Norma snatches the empty glass and tries to keep the distaste to a minimum. She can't help the snide remarks, though, those come naturally when she's faced with her own deadbeat mother.]
A bit early, huh? I'll make sure to have something ready to scrape you off the floor.
Yeah, yeah, whatever. That's what yer paid for, kid.
[It happens so often that there's probably a special protocol in place at the bar specifically for getting a smashed Rebecca back to home base. Rebecca for her part just takes it as a normal part of everyday life. This is normal, right?]
And that's why your life is complicated. [ Saten laughs, but there's a good-natured side to the sound. ] Is he even still looking? You can at least threaten him for the motivation.
Re: [August 2nd-6th, around the village (experiment - return of Luceti Valley)]
Yeah, he's looking. He's a tenacious bastard. [She'll give credit where credit is due.] Not his fault the world's shitty.
[It's an unusually magnaminous sentiment from Rebecca...one that promptly gets ruined when she adds:]
Wish the fucker would get off his damn high horse, though. Who the hell does he think he is to lecture me about going back to the underworld when that's how I'm winning the goddamn bread?
[Firo's used to having someone to chat with while at the bar, but tonight Maiza's busy and none of his other friends are drinkers. Shyness isn't something he counts among his disadvantages, so instead of draining his drink and going home, he walks over to the nearest person. Setting the drink down on the bar, he smiles.]
[A hand shoots out to snatch the quarter in mid-air, accompanied by a dry smirk.]
Sure thing, sis. Let's celebrate your amazing haul today. [Pause.] Oh, but, uh, we should probably stay away from McFacio's. I just got kicked out of there two nights ago, so they'll throw a bitchfit if I show up there again.
I don't care much for the kids, the fence, or being in high town. However, the man with a stable nine to five shouldn't be too much to ask for. Extra points if he is charming.
[She sips at her drink. The tip she was going to leave this waiter quickly dropping down in price. Really now, finding someone to share the nights with wasn't that much to ask for, was it? It wasn't like she was going to find someone to take care of that sitting at home all the time either.]
I see you don't have your head completely in the clouds. That's good. [The semblance of a smile fades.] But take it from me, kid -- you gotta know when to cut your losses. Especially if you've got the shitty hand that most poor saps here are dealt. Gambling nets you 50-50 odds, but drag things out long enough and you don't get anywhere.
[It's sensible enough advice, but Rebecca spits it out with such bitterness.]
A little bit in the clouds I can handle, but no one else is going to take care of me so I won't let it get too lost in the clouds.
And I'd like to think I have a pretty fair hand dealt to me so far. I'm healthy, I have steady work, and a beautiful niece. I figure a little gambling won't hurt. So far I even go home even or a little bit ahead with a free drink and a free dinner. It's not so bad. I'll just gamble smart until I find the hand to go all in.
...suit yourself. The world'll keep turnin' even as we're all burnin'. [Jfc, Rebecca, would it kill you to show some semblance of goodwill to someone -- ] You gonna be having anything else or what?
[Thanks to his own disdain of guys who try to pick up girls, the thought that she'd think he was trying to flirt doesn't even cross his mind. And given his sensitivity to the matter, he's too annoyed at being called a kid to ask why she puts an age limit on people talking to her.
Taken aback, he frowns.]
Who're you callin' kid? You can't be much older than me yourself.
[To him she looks about Claire's age, maybe a year or two older.]
Some people just can't take a joke. What else is new? [She pushes herself off the brick facade.] It was some Hightown punk tryin' to pick up Lowtown chicks.
[Firo looks rather babyfaced to her. Anyway, with everything she's been through, Revy tends to feel hella old. At least when she remembers to keep track of time.]
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