She didn't know what he wanted. Given the fact that he knew her and she didn't know him, she suspected it had to do with business. Did she want that business? Should she leave?
She hesitated as she looked in the direction he'd pointed in, the destination currently blocked by bodies and body odor. She could always turn him down if she didn't like what he had to say. She was a streetrunner, by the gods. Only a craven coward would run away.
Xydane's words echoed in her head. She grimaced, ears going flat, and started pushing through the crowd. When she squeezed out into a small pocket of space surrounding a table, she found all of the seats had been taken. Figured; when the room was this crowded, any vacancy in seating would be taken in the time it took to blink. Given a late enough hour and enough drinking, it was probable there'd be a few scuffles over table space.
She sighed and lingered just off the shoulder of a woman presently occupying one of the seats, looking for the bearer of her free drink. The table conversation was about currents and seasonal wind direction -- sailors of some kind, this lot -- so she tuned it out. Nothing she needed to know.
She hesitated as she looked in the direction he'd pointed in, the destination currently blocked by bodies and body odor. She could always turn him down if she didn't like what he had to say. She was a streetrunner, by the gods. Only a craven coward would run away.
Xydane's words echoed in her head. She grimaced, ears going flat, and started pushing through the crowd. When she squeezed out into a small pocket of space surrounding a table, she found all of the seats had been taken. Figured; when the room was this crowded, any vacancy in seating would be taken in the time it took to blink. Given a late enough hour and enough drinking, it was probable there'd be a few scuffles over table space.
She sighed and lingered just off the shoulder of a woman presently occupying one of the seats, looking for the bearer of her free drink. The table conversation was about currents and seasonal wind direction -- sailors of some kind, this lot -- so she tuned it out. Nothing she needed to know.
