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Chiana ([personal profile] nebaritralk) wrote in [community profile] all_inclusive2014-11-18 02:38 pm

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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.
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[personal profile] roartonrisen 2014-11-22 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Kieren's had his shot hours ago, which makes him feel a bit relieved when he sees a familiar face in the bar, amused at the insistence of him buying her a drink. He makes a show of turning out the pockets of his corduroy trousers with a sheepish shrug. "I would, only I haven't got much money." Not to mention that he doesn't really eat or drink and is only here to people-watch while he sketches.

The only trouble is that his hand keeps on shaking persistently. "Maybe you could ask really, really nicely?"