Cado sauntered into Lucky Stiff and sat at the bar. He ordered a single martini with a cherry in it, and drank slowly. While he did it, he scanned the rest of the place for women. Hopefully he'd find someone interesting.

Isabella stood near the front entrance, looking in. She spotted the man from earlier, a woman in his lap. He looked mildly satisfied whenever the woman kissed him, but for the most part Isabella could tell he wasn't into it. The woman was clueless.

She took a step toward the door when her cell phone implant chimed. She moved away from the door and took the call.

The AI spoke to her. "The money has been transferred." A short and sweet message.

Isabella allowed herself a small smile and ended the call. 3,000 credits richer. It was a small step, but a step nevertheless.

She walked in the bar and took a seat at the bar, a distance away from the man. He would see her if he turned around at some point. Isabella ordered a martini and waited.

When the woman reached for his pants, Cado knew that was enough. He activated Mind Trick, causing his left arm to glow blue at the Alpha and Omega symbol. He ripped into her mind, and took memories of his description out of her head, replacing them with the description of another man in the bar. It was rather violent, since he had to put all of his will power into is due to his low level in Mind Trick. He needed to get a higher level soon. Oh well, the woman left his lap and threw herself into the arms of the man he'd described.

He stood up and caught sight of a beautiful woman. ...That woman from earlier he remembered. He walked over to her, sat on the stool next to her. He ordered two screwdrivers, and turned to the woman. "So, you decided to join me after all," he stated.

[Was she just paid $56,000 of our money for a single job, in a poor destitute world like this?]

(I thought the people were poor, not the world. Should I take it down? To maybe half that? Or leave it?)

"Yep," Isabella said.

[Oh, Rex is rich [and by proxy, the government]. That's why there is a 7:1 conversion factor [theirs:ours]. But he hoards a lot of the money, creating the opposite of inflation... but not letting a lot of that rich money out of his hands. And to your question, yeah. Bleeding's PC actually makes around 900-1000 credits a job, for lesser jobs, it seems.]

"So... why did you come? Are you actually interested in me, or do you like screwing with my head?" he said, tilting to the side with a half-smile.

"Maybe both," Isabella said without skipping a beat.

Isabella finished her martini.

"Isabella," she said as she took the screwdriver.

"Are you reading my mind?" she answered with a question of her own. "Or are you a good guesser?"

She smiled, crossed her legs and said nothing, waiting for him. If Cado wanted to take it farther, it would be his call. She was more than ready, but it mostly came down to him.

[Er, I have to leave for today. Sorry.]

Isabella looked him in the eye after he whispered. She felt his hand rest on her thigh. It was warm to the touch, something she liked.

Her smile grew.

[For real this time? :P]

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her hungrily, setting down his drink and bringing that hand behind her head.

Raven parked and entered the Lucky Stiff. She noticed two particularly promiscuous deeds occuring right off the bat. One which was not a big deal, was the couple kissing. The second, a bigger deal, was the woman who seemed to be giving a man a hand job while sitting in his lap.

Taking the seat furthest from their shenanigans, she ordered a glass of red wine, spiked with whiskey.

"And one for the bird, too," she told the barkeep, motioning to the large raven on her shoulder.

"The bird drinks?" he replied.

"The bird drinks"

[Just fixed a few misspelled words, Bleeding.]

Ten minutes later.

"You're clearly drunk," Raven said to the bird. It cawed in response, and it would take an idiot not to see it was heavily inebriated.

"No, I can hear the alcohol in yor voice," She replied. It cawed again. "No, you can't drive home! You don't even have hands!" Caw. "No, I will not kiss you, either." Caw. "You're an idiot. I'm gonna stop talking to you until you sober up..." Caw.

Isabella ignored the bird and the newcomer it was attached to. She was a little too focused on doing something else at the moment...

"Quiet down," Raven said, slapping the bird lightly, "You're bothering people." Mini-caw.

Raven's bird started gagging. It had obviously had more whiskey wine than it could handle.

"If you're gonna puke, do it outside," Raven said, "Just dont do it on people's cars." The bird tried to flap its wings in an attempt to leave the bar, and fell right off the counter to the floor. It stood back up and hobbled out the door. It reentered five minutes later, no longer peckish, but still as drunk as before.

"No more drinks for you." Caw.

Isabella would have laughed, had she not been having fun already with Cado. As she was, Isabella chuckled faintly when Cado teased her bottom lip.

She thought Cado was ready to take her home when she felt his hands under her backside; it turned out that he just wanted to carry her to a more private booth.

[...She's that easy? It's been like, a minute in-game. Even in-universe people aren't so quick to judge who's allowed to bed them.]

When she opened her mouth to laugh, his tongue snaked its way in. Running against the sensitive roof of her mouth, it soon came in contact with her tongue, where it wrapped around it. His hands ran along her sides, sneaking underneath her shirt, moving up her body.

(Hmm, you have a point...thought it was ten minutes, but that's still not much of a difference. I'll go back a step; on another note, did you mean tongue instead of "stunk"?)

Isabella felt his tongue on hers; hands on her sides, looking for something.

Something apparently under her shirt.

[I have no idea how I wrote that.]

His hand moved up and down her bare skin, playing around near her chest. Cado caught her tongue in his lips, and pulled back slowly, breaking the kiss and then contact with her tongue. He smiled. "You're fun. Let's go back to my place, shall we?" he said, paying for their drinks with a flick of his wrist, sending the encripted codes to the register. He grabbed her rear again, and pressed her tight against his chest, and stood, heading for the exit while he nibbled her lips.

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