"Why is all that people think about have to be outward? I mean really, who cares. If they want the affection, I find fancy in them, and wouldn't mind being in a relationship with a shameless debauchee, so be it. If I feel like a woman with fairer skin, I'll get one. But right now, I want that one. She's got more going on for her than a tight rear, thankfully." he spoke, his tone as casual as ever. He was candid with the waiter, a heart to heart between two working men.Â
"Hey now, you took her name, yeah? You wouldn't happen to be able to repeat it for me? I think she's just toying with me about it all, she must've had some sort of identification? Throw me a bone here, lad, I'll tip you extra." he joked, nudging the man's suit with an elbow with a big grin. "You heard her. She's wife material, ah? You wouldn't cockblock a gent like me, huh?" he teased some more, subtle pleading undertones lined his questions. Sure, he was joking around, but he liked what he heard. She's a keeper. No pun intended.Â
"Listen, take this here five hundred or so, save it for a vacation. I'll double it if you can get me a name." he winked, slipping a bank note for five hundred gil, signed with a false account name into his apron. The money was real, the identity? Not quite. Unless you think Franklin Suddonim is a real name. "I'll be right here. Get it quicker and I'll get another fiver under that there grand." he ensured, really trying to get the man going.
"Hey now, you took her name, yeah? You wouldn't happen to be able to repeat it for me? I think she's just toying with me about it all, she must've had some sort of identification? Throw me a bone here, lad, I'll tip you extra." he joked, nudging the man's suit with an elbow with a big grin. "You heard her. She's wife material, ah? You wouldn't cockblock a gent like me, huh?" he teased some more, subtle pleading undertones lined his questions. Sure, he was joking around, but he liked what he heard. She's a keeper. No pun intended.Â
"Listen, take this here five hundred or so, save it for a vacation. I'll double it if you can get me a name." he winked, slipping a bank note for five hundred gil, signed with a false account name into his apron. The money was real, the identity? Not quite. Unless you think Franklin Suddonim is a real name. "I'll be right here. Get it quicker and I'll get another fiver under that there grand." he ensured, really trying to get the man going.
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