Accept the drink.

From Create Your Own Story

Current revision as of 03:05, 18 May 2016

You always had a thing for piercings anyway, especially the functional kind. Plus, it really is stuffy in this shitty bar, and you could use a stiff one. You lift the glass and tilt its contents into the back of your throat, welcoming the tickling burn spreading through your center. You exhale, satisfied, and feel a sudden presence behind you.

"Salaam, albi. May I take this seat?"

You're not sure if you're more startled by the suddenness of the woman's motion towards you or by the realization that she is indeed a woman. Her voice is a deep and rich baritone, resounding clearly even through the reverberating pulse of club music.

"Uh, sure." You're still on a job. You recover quickly, and your glossed-black lips smile innocently. "Rose. You are?"

"Null." She pronounces it like "nude," fluidly taking a seat at your left hand. You wonder if it's intentional. Null then lifts the goggles from her eyes, revealing a pair of silvery eyes, possibly bionic. She notices you staring.

"You like them, eh?" She leans towards you, letting you see your face reflected in her metallic irides.

Continue flirting with Null, responding that you do like them.

Stay professional and change the subject in order to find out what Null knows.