Solitaire shrugged, and quietly hoped the man never found Kink. Not for any love lost between him and the other streetrunner, but because the roe had the nerve to keep him tied up for hours waiting for the promise of a not-significant amount of money. Scrag deserved to get knifed.
"Her favorite haunt's The Highness," he began, ticking off each place she frequented when looking for a job, a score, or information. He also gave two of her hidey holes, though he did mention off-hand that that information was old news. "She ain't th'brightest," was his dismissal, following up with, "last, if she's out o' sorts, she might be found at th'Wench, but it ain't likely if she's runnin'."
He extended his hand with an imperious flourish, expectant.
"Her favorite haunt's The Highness," he began, ticking off each place she frequented when looking for a job, a score, or information. He also gave two of her hidey holes, though he did mention off-hand that that information was old news. "She ain't th'brightest," was his dismissal, following up with, "last, if she's out o' sorts, she might be found at th'Wench, but it ain't likely if she's runnin'."
He extended his hand with an imperious flourish, expectant.
