Port Kar
Oh dear, black-wine, she could not drink that, at least not tonight. Nura kindly just tapped her glass of water and that was just fine enough for her. The sting and heat from the black-wine would cause more discomfort than she was really able to handle at this time. So, she adjusted herself a little and sat up a little straighter.

"As a healer, there is a great deal of down time which means there isn't a lot for me to do. It wouldn't be fair to your coffers to charge full price for work that really isn't being done. I would offer an on call situation, that when and if I am needed, then such time will it be counted towards a debt due at the end of each month. On call also pays much less than if I was really just lingering somewhere. By these means, I can also be on call for other people, in which, when the time comes I can be summoned to situations that might come up. The healing industry can be a very slow and boring occupation at times. There have been times where I hadn't done any healing in over a year, sometimes two. Long hours with nothing to do can be very expensive for people like yourself or this house you speak of. Also, my resume is not that impressive, as I'm just a healer and a long ways away from accepting a physician's pay." She had thought this out carefully, but there was no telling what his thoughts might be.

Nura was practical and honest, she didn't wish to consume funding for work not done. It would play on her conscious and of course, not many had that in this world. So, she was showing a kindness and a simple self honor that she was trying to exhibit for him. This was but an offer, and who knows, he might have something else in mind. Another offer was put to her not days before meeting him, so, she had a few irons in the fire, and didn't wish to miss out on the important aspects of things and wanted to be transparent when it came to these sort of things.

that is sweet dear, hope to see you soon, bye for now

And good evening to you.

But it is Bi Guy, not Big Guy.

when my day begins with you. it will have to be a great day hon.

My wife is coming home today !!!!

Tue May 28 22:25:28 ~
voda said to my Wife:
Great Ms out of here tomorrow
Not saying i am dizzy and my eyes go fuzz
But Iam going home to my Wife

My wife is coming home today !!!!

Tue May 28 22:25:28 ~
voda said to my Wife:
Great Ms out of here tomorrow
Not saying i am dizzy and my eyes go fuzz
But Iam going home to my Wife

goog evening Big Guy.

moves back to the bartender, ordering a drink... really needing one now

I just got up to, getting ready for work, when I
saw you here I wanted to say hello, hope you have a great day baby

well good morning Lovely Kit.

Market
*listening to you as you speak, only breaking my attention long enough to order two blackwynes for us from the stall owner and when you ask say counter offer I raise a brow, my curiosity definitely peeked*

Counter offer hu. Sure, I'm willing to listen. *grinning as I pick up my blackwyne and take a sip, curios about what it could possibly be*

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moans pressing into the kiss, taking myself on your mouth and tongue, only to pout as you pull back

good night Goddess

Good Morning Beautiful ~S~

Total hotties!

GORILLA.BAS

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Port Kar
Nura wasn't a kind of Lady that wanted to stand out in a crowd. She wasn't flashy or flamboyant in that way like so many of her higher casted counter parts that wear the large beautiful gowns and or garnish themselves with jewels, only because she could never find anything she truly liked. There was a wince as she smiled and it was by accident. As he sit down, it was hard not to smile when he was close like this, so she had to be more mindful at least for another day or two.

"Thank you for meeting with me. So, Mr. Stalker.. might we carry on our conversation last night about this employment you were speaking of. I had given it some thought, and have come up with a counter offer if you would be willing to listen?" She wouldn't discredit his offer, as she was sure he had given it great thought and consideration. He seemed to be, very matter of fact like and even though he hardly knows her, she wondered why he asked her in the first place, with knowing so little. Was it because she was missing a bracelet? Was it because he had come to discover she had a medical ship and a hospital of her own near the waters edge? However, he didn't know anything of her beyond this port, and she wondered if it really mattered.

Nightlife
Honestly she wouldn't be surprised if the taciturn television-headed virtuoso was just a very eccentric member of the gang, given his side-gig and his bizarre nature. Call him 'Maestrom' or something.

"Man when I see people playing like that I feel like I ain't even good enough to serve 'em booze, you know what I'm saying?!" MILLIE was more excited, not despondent, as she passed you the second cig over a faded scrape that dashed diagonally across her raised brow.

"Damn, where'd you get the money for bourgeois-ass Southie drinks? Naaaah, I think I had this before at the one place, or something like it…" Not much in terms of tables or chairs or anything, this was set up to look like they just invaded a factory to host parties and bands after all, but there were plenty of, like, disused air units and random boxy protrusions that provided stable horizontal surfaces to presume drinks or asses atop of, stand next to and bullshit.

Someone before them haphazardly set down what may have once been car upholstery, ripped away like a pelt and set here like it would abate the abuse of sitting on bare metal.

"Yo so you said you did a job or something, yeah? What's them details, you doing a follow-up, got a contact? You kill somebody or what?"

You know, a second person after Ajax? MILLIE hazarded a sip from that paradoxical paradise of colors, initially with absent attention but one that suddenly drew her eyes down to the glowing orange with grimace against its sour pinch.

"What's your thing, is that even fucking edible? Potable, whatever? Choom you look like you gotta bite it rather than drink it."