… "What are the magic words?" She asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She turned to her co-worker, nodding as if to … [@BrashVigor.]

… indicate something. "Gentleman over here wants a vodka, Jerry. Would you be so kind?" [@BrashVigor.]

@EffulgentEmir / weewoblablabla for you too

@EffulgentEmir / OMG CHRIS NO CHRIS STOP CHRIS

/ oh my GOD EVERYONE DIE D

Cleans the counter, rubbing her right eye from time to time because it itches.

@EffulgentEmir / idk how to feel about this, you killed a guy...

/ Maybe Emma could be a single mother?

/ charlie, find your chill, man.

When @BrashVigor opened his mouth once again she focused her entire attention on him; she might no like talking to men but she was a …

… well-educated young woman. A snort emerged from her petals without time for her to control it, "No... I don't. Only … [@BrashVigor.]

… asshats." Jerry snickered, placing the glass filled with the alcoholic beverage @BrashVigor ordered. "Enjoy."

She was rude at time, /sure/. That didn't give @BrashVigor the right to talk about her like he knew her, which he didn't. "My parents …

… left me when I was a kid; she got pregnant without wanting to, and he couldn't afford it." She said briefly, running … [@BrashVigor.]

… the wet towel upon the counter, trying to get rid of all the dirt. [@BrashVigor.]

—Real tough cookie.

Releasing a heavy sigh, the funny looking brunette poured herself a drink; she and her client were going to have a … [@BrashVigor.]

… conversation, apparently. She sat down on the bunk beside @BrashVigor, tilting her head fractionally as he finished telling his …

… story. "Well… I guess I shouldn't judge someone based on their looks. I'm sorry." She tugged a strand of her hair; a … [@BrashVigor.]

… thing she always did when feeling guilty, or nervous. At this moment she was feeling a little bit of both. [@BrashVigor.]