exertion, his smile changed slightly, becoming more fixed.
Didn't expect this to become a business meetin'.
"I usually get folk out of Point A to Point Z while all the occupants of Points B through Y are shooting at my wheels. You talkin' a person or a thing?"
Cicero tucked the screwdriver back into his belt as he dusted his hands, glancing down at her.
"What gave it away?" he asked with a chuckle, a hand unconsciously moving to finger at the neural jack at the back of his neck.
Hopping down from the counter with a huff of >
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" I have an offer for you, actually. Probably this is the reason why I came here in the first place. You're a rigger, right? How well can you bring something from point A to point B? "
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@clawsofatyger "Up to you, I guess. Don't have to talk. Just sittin' is fine."
He knew that his personality could grate on some - probably part of why the Grace was failing as a bar. Barkeep wouldn't shut the fuck up.
His eyebrow rose, cigarette dancing as he spoke around it.
"Here as in, NC? Or outside this shithole?" he asked, with a chuckle.
He ticks them off on his fingers.
"Not many places on the Best Coast for a guy does my kinda work. NC the best of a bad bunch," he said, >
@clawsofatyger Cody glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, a wry smile making the cigarette dangle and threaten to drop.
"Gutter's as good a place as any for a break," he replied. "I've had worse company, that's for sure."
He rubbed his nose with a sniffle, flicking ash into the street. >
"Perishin' a lot down here," he retorts with a lopsided grin, which vanishes as he realises she quick-handed his smokes. "Hey - give those back."
Getting to his feet and brushing dust off his ass.
"What would've you had me do instead, hm?" he asked with a smirk, leaning in.
The cigarette falls from his lips as he gives a pained groan, doubling over and slowly falling backwards onto his haunches.
"You got me," he wheezes in mock-pain.