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Enough things in the hotel are free that Chiana doesn't exactly need to steal very much. But old habits die hard, and maybe the cred will come in handy some day, when she gets out of here or when things change. Things always change, and rarely for the better; it's the way of the world. The hotel might be in its own bubble of existence, but she's pretty sure even it can't escape that universal law.
So she's been nicking things here and there, when people aren't looking - and even when they are. She's great at misdirection; she's had to learn to be, over the years.
Sometimes, people make it so frelling easy on her, too. Like right now, in the bar. The man's standing at the counter, his back to her, completely focused on his conversation with another patron. All she has to do is lift the wallet sticking out of the back pocket of his trousers; the toughest part is making sure no one's looking at her when she does, since she tends to draw a lot of attention in these mostly Earthen crowds. But she manages, she's pretty sure, and she even has the luxury of palming the cred inside and putting the wallet back where she found it, so she does just that, and sticks the notes down the side of her corset. No better place to keep her prize safe.
A carefully neutral gaze travels around the bar, making sure no one's spotted her, and she walks over to the next person leaning on the counter, giving them a sharp smile as she stops by their side. "Buy a girl a drink?"
There's no point wasting hard-earned cred on buying herself a drink when somebody else might do it for her.
So she's been nicking things here and there, when people aren't looking - and even when they are. She's great at misdirection; she's had to learn to be, over the years.
Sometimes, people make it so frelling easy on her, too. Like right now, in the bar. The man's standing at the counter, his back to her, completely focused on his conversation with another patron. All she has to do is lift the wallet sticking out of the back pocket of his trousers; the toughest part is making sure no one's looking at her when she does, since she tends to draw a lot of attention in these mostly Earthen crowds. But she manages, she's pretty sure, and she even has the luxury of palming the cred inside and putting the wallet back where she found it, so she does just that, and sticks the notes down the side of her corset. No better place to keep her prize safe.
A carefully neutral gaze travels around the bar, making sure no one's spotted her, and she walks over to the next person leaning on the counter, giving them a sharp smile as she stops by their side. "Buy a girl a drink?"
There's no point wasting hard-earned cred on buying herself a drink when somebody else might do it for her.
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The only trouble is that his hand keeps on shaking persistently. "Maybe you could ask really, really nicely?"
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"I'm safe, if you're wondering," he promises. "Took my shot and got my medication on me."
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He goes red in the face, coughing awkwardly. "I uh, I haven't exactly tried."
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He'd killed himself before he got that chance and, well, now look at him.
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She sounds honestly curious, and not like she has a clue that people don't generally discuss these things with near strangers. Or, sometimes, at all.
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Though, he'd like to. He really would like to get there.
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She's made sex work with species that were really not that compatible with her. Fortunately, most of them seem to have the same basic parts in common, but far from all of them.
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"What sort of other ways are there, if you haven't got blood?"
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But she shuts all thoughts of her brother down; she doesn't want to get maudlin. It isn't like her. She takes a sip of her drink, then turns fully towards Kieren and takes a step closer to stand in his personal space, breathing softly against his cheek. "You can feel, right?"
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She's probably proud, wherever she is.
"Nope," he says, shaking his head. "Don't feel a thing."
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She took another drink from her cocktail; thinking wasn't what she was best at.
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And then there's Simon's spine.
No man should be able to walk with a wound like that, and yet Simon doesn't seem to be affected at all.
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Only a human would limit the definition of life to whether or not a heart was beating. Plenty of living species out there didn't have a heart! She was pretty sure of that, anyway.
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