Oh come on now, darling, don't be stingy. [The tavern's busy. Small favors at a time like this when the dissolution of whatever the Initiative was led to her finding herself here rather than-- well, wherever she was meant to be. As if she even has a clue where that was anymore.
Still, Chloe's made a living out of making the best of shit scenarios: shoulder to shoulder with a pair of louts dressed for a bloody ren faire and it'd be fine if not for the fact that the leather clad bastard sat across from her she'd picked for a target (lack of currency is a problem Chloe's well accustomed to) isn't pouring the bottle evenly between them.
Probably something to do with the fact that she's not paying, but details.]
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Still, Chloe's made a living out of making the best of shit scenarios: shoulder to shoulder with a pair of louts dressed for a bloody ren faire and it'd be fine if not for the fact that the leather clad bastard sat across from her she'd picked for a target (lack of currency is a problem Chloe's well accustomed to) isn't pouring the bottle evenly between them.
Probably something to do with the fact that she's not paying, but details.]