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[action] Well it's a big, big city and the lights are all out

WHO: Graverobber, Faye Valentine
WHAT: Graverobber and Faye go on a date after Graverobber answered Gren's personal ad for her
WHEN: October 9th
WHERE: Jack's Bar

Graverobber hasn't been to Jack's Bar before, so he stands outside the front of it feeling mildly out of place and idly just scrolling through his device while he waits. He's dressed somewhat nicer than usual -- his hair's been brushed and he's wearing non-ratty versions of his normal clothes -- but he's still identifiable himself. Which in this case means a black shirt, long coat, and jeans that haven't been ripped anywhere.

He'd heard of Faye before the personal ad, but only in passing and really just in the context of her working at Fortuna Palace. Apart from that, he doesn't know much, including why she has a friend (?) scouting dates for her. But, hey, a night out can't hurt. Besides, only way to know more about someone was to talk, so some drinks and chatter didn't seem like a bad way to spend time.

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On the run from the law was putting it mildly she felt. Faye bites her lip as she considers for a second how to answer, then shrugs and waves a hand, "Lying, cheating..." As a start. "And I owed a lot of money. I have debt back home I'll never pay off. Ah - but it's not mine. Some dirtbag asshole tricked it on me." She frowns and shakes her head, then drains her glass.

He frowns at that, listening attentively. "That blows," he says sympathetically. "How'd he trick it onto you, if you don't mind me asking?"

Since her drink was finished, Faye's fingers just gently played with the stem of her glass. "I guess I actually thought he loved me. Somehow... But he didn't give a damn. Died and left millions in debt to me. Turns out he faked his death too - I'd just been his scapegoat plan all along." She shrugs, but given the way she stares at the glass and the table in front of her it seems that maybe she hasn't forgiven herself entirely for her weakness.

Edited (Oops too early!) 2018-10-24 19:03 (UTC)

"Sorry to hear," he says sympathetically. Because, yeah, that's one fucking hell of an emotional roller coaster. He's not exactly foreign to the idea of playing loose with debts and money, but that sounded like an entirely different level of cruelty. "Did you ever get back at him at all?"

"Damn straight I did!" Faye looks back up at him, holding his gaze with a fire in her eyes. "Got the bastard for some other shit he was doing. Took the bounty money too! He's been put away for a long time. Besides..." Faye plays coyly with her hair, "He got fat and ugly..." She grins as she gestures to herself. Clearly she doesn't think she's gone the wrong way.

He grins a little at that. "So by that point, you were way out of his league," he says. "Good that you got the dick. He can rot away being pissed off and oh so lonely. Did you get the debts taken off of ya, too?"

"Sweetie..." Faye pauses to give her hair a little toss, "I was always out of his league." But she grins all the same, appreciating the comment. "The money...didn't quite work out like that. He was worth next to nothing." Faye doesn't seem quite so pleased about this, and she leans back a little as she shrugs, "By that point I had my own bounty for all the other shit I'd pulled..."

"Fair enough," he says, grinning in agreement at her assessment of herself. Though his expression does shift to something a little more curious at that second part. "Did you now? What was the bounty on you for?"

"For the lying, cheating, scamming, and thieving..." She is caught between being pretty pleased with herself for all these skills, but also aware that maybe she shouldn't be so boastful about it. She picks up her purse and looks through it before pulling out a small packet of cigarettes, "You smoke?"

"Nah, but go right ahead," he says. Graverobber seems pleased in turn at her list of feats, and almost more at ease at the fact that she's admitting to them so casually. "That's a nice laundry list of sins they got you for. But I'm guessing they never caught someone so skilled at mischief, right?"

Maybe it was rude, but he said he didn't mind, so she sparks up her cigarette and takes a small inhale. "Yeah. Sure is." She turns her head away to breathe out a small line of smoke. "Me?" Faye laughs and shakes her head, "Not even close. But they tried. That's for sure. I has six million on my head."

He lets out a low, impressed whistle at that. "Six million? Jesus," he says, eyebrows up. "That's a nice amount of coin. Must've got a lot of people after you with that amount of dollars."

Which makes it all the more impressive that she's stayed out of their hands.

Faye can't help but grin at that whistle he gives. She is kind of proud of her track record. "I like to cause a little bit of chaos, from time to time." She winks again as she takes another drag from her cigarette. "But I guess I've been quite a good girl since I got here."

"Really now? Not even a little bit of the old mischief while you've been here? Shame," he says, grinning and clearly teasing as he takes another sip off his drink.

"Hmm...Could be. Or could just be that I haven't got caught." She grins right back at him as she finishes her cigarette, crushing it into a small tin ashtray. "A good girl can't be good all the time, hmm...?"

"Wouldn't know. I don't seem to spend a whole lotta time around good girls," he says with a teasing grin. "Seems like I always wind up around the baddest girls around."

"Oh, really? Then it must be so refreshing to be spending time with such a sweet, innocent girl like me." The way she tilts and smiles could make someone really believe that she is such a good girl after all.

"Oh, of course," he teases. "I could hardly imagine a sweet girl like you getting into any trouble. All you could ever do is help the poor, where long-sleeved clothing, and read a prayer book."

Faye kept up her sweet smile and fluttered her long dark eyelashes at him. "Of course." Then she waved a hand at herself, inviting a look at her cleavage and her legs long beneath the short dress. "I just ooze sweetness and innocence. Don't I?"

He huffs out a small laugh. "Oh, absolutely," he says, still grinning, and maybe eyeing her boobs and legs as she indicates them. (Hey, she pointed them out, it'd be wrong to ignore them.) "Just as virtuous as a nun at chapel, you are."

Faye just watches him, tracking the movement of his gaze - eye away. As her casual smile suggests, she really doesn't mind him looking. "Most definitely. So much so I'll have to go pray for forgiveness...being out having drinks alone with a man like this..."

That earns a heartier laugh. "Oh, of course. Three whole drinks, you're practically dancing in hellfire with that," he teases. "'Course, I'm a terrible fucking influence to be around, so maybe I shouldn't talk."

Faye pretends to gasp when he teases her, swearing like that, like she's a poor little flower to hear anything so awful. "Oh dear... Then maybe I should leave before you're even more of a terrible influence..." Despite the innocent smile on her lips, there was perhaps a glint in her eye that wasn't quite so innocent.

He wears a small grin at that before winking at her teasingly. "Should you? Maybe I'm a good influence. Maybe I'm a saint in disguise and you're judging me too quickly based off of all sorts of terrible assumptions," he teases, voice dripping with a faux solemnity.

"Oh, really?" Faye leans over the table with a pretend childish excitement, her eyes large and beaming at him. "What can you teach me, great saint?"

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