"Zwynsyng! Â Zuuuwyngasing. Â ... You're such a good listener. Â I should really p-*Hic!*pay you more."
The Roegadyn bartender would look at her like she was an annoyance, leaning on the bar in front of her. Â A hand would reach out and tilt her head upwards so that she would be looking at him and not faceplanted on the counter. Â "Fiona. Â You don't pay me. Â You can hardly afford your drinks. Â You work here." Â The tiny hyur would laugh and laugh, shaking her head. Â She'd reach out and pat the male's cheek. Â "You're so funny. Â Don't you know I'm a -scientist?- Â I'm a doctor. Â I'm a medical professional! Â I'm a -pro-fessh-ion-al." Â The poor thing was drunk beyond measure and red in the cheeks enough to prove it. Â Zwynsyng rolled his eyes and would just chuckle at her, wiping down a glass after he figured her head was stable enough. Â "What's your problem now?"
The girl had a slew of problems. Â No one liked her. Â People thought she was a smart ass. Â She couldn't find a steady research position. Â Brandy tasted too damn good. Â Drugs were good. Â Lab space cost too much.
"You know you could just get out of here if you applied yourself more often."
"I'm smarter than just about everyone, you know. Â ... I've done smart people things!"
"Yeah and you haven't been because you're on some sort of... weird bender since you lost your last job."
"... You like my bender." Â She'd wink at Zwynsyng and snort, laughing. Â He'd shrug- since... well, Â he couldn't really argue with her much at all.
"You're in here a lot. Â I mean, once a week before was fine, but you're in here too much now, Fi. Â You have to get back on your feet. Â You do the best damn stitches I've ever seen someone do. Â And you had a bottle of whiskey in you!"
"... My stitches are amazingly beautiful." Â She'd pout and hold her cheek in her hand while the Roe reached out to pat her on top of her head.
"Talk to people. Â Make some friends. Â Join a... group. Â Or something. Â Maybe you'll find a job that way. Â You're not a crazy bitch when you're focused. Â And damn smart. Â I bet you could save the world or something."
"I -could.-" Â
"... Start tomorrow. Â Go upstairs to my room and you can crash there. Â I'll be up after I close shop." Â He'd give her a little wink like the one she gave him and go back to cleaning up behind the bar.
"You're a good listener you know. Â You could totally be a therapist." Â She'd slide off the stool and drag her feet to make her way upstairs to do whatever it was that Fiona Cooper's did best.
The Roegadyn bartender would look at her like she was an annoyance, leaning on the bar in front of her. Â A hand would reach out and tilt her head upwards so that she would be looking at him and not faceplanted on the counter. Â "Fiona. Â You don't pay me. Â You can hardly afford your drinks. Â You work here." Â The tiny hyur would laugh and laugh, shaking her head. Â She'd reach out and pat the male's cheek. Â "You're so funny. Â Don't you know I'm a -scientist?- Â I'm a doctor. Â I'm a medical professional! Â I'm a -pro-fessh-ion-al." Â The poor thing was drunk beyond measure and red in the cheeks enough to prove it. Â Zwynsyng rolled his eyes and would just chuckle at her, wiping down a glass after he figured her head was stable enough. Â "What's your problem now?"
The girl had a slew of problems. Â No one liked her. Â People thought she was a smart ass. Â She couldn't find a steady research position. Â Brandy tasted too damn good. Â Drugs were good. Â Lab space cost too much.
"You know you could just get out of here if you applied yourself more often."
"I'm smarter than just about everyone, you know. Â ... I've done smart people things!"
"Yeah and you haven't been because you're on some sort of... weird bender since you lost your last job."
"... You like my bender." Â She'd wink at Zwynsyng and snort, laughing. Â He'd shrug- since... well, Â he couldn't really argue with her much at all.
"You're in here a lot. Â I mean, once a week before was fine, but you're in here too much now, Fi. Â You have to get back on your feet. Â You do the best damn stitches I've ever seen someone do. Â And you had a bottle of whiskey in you!"
"... My stitches are amazingly beautiful." Â She'd pout and hold her cheek in her hand while the Roe reached out to pat her on top of her head.
"Talk to people. Â Make some friends. Â Join a... group. Â Or something. Â Maybe you'll find a job that way. Â You're not a crazy bitch when you're focused. Â And damn smart. Â I bet you could save the world or something."
"I -could.-" Â
"... Start tomorrow. Â Go upstairs to my room and you can crash there. Â I'll be up after I close shop." Â He'd give her a little wink like the one she gave him and go back to cleaning up behind the bar.
"You're a good listener you know. Â You could totally be a therapist." Â She'd slide off the stool and drag her feet to make her way upstairs to do whatever it was that Fiona Cooper's did best.
