Deadeye Gun Range
"This does not have the kick that you'd expect it to…" Holly both spoke and digested what you had to say all at the same time. That you absorbed her considerations with a 'probably' while watching her test the weapon out. "…I mean it's noticeably heavier, so that's probably got a lot to do with it…"

She resumed her position to put a few more rounds, counting up to 10 in total before she flipped the selector and dumped the last fifteen in full auto.

The other ranger-goers all stopped and looked over for a moment before one by one, they all decided to continue to mind their own fucking business.

Holly flinched and swatted away a bit of steel-tailed brass that bounced up against her shoulder, needling her with its heat like a pinch of a mosquito.

"…what do you mean, exhausting? I mean that's… that's the lifestyle, you know?" Or maybe you didn't. She legitimately didn't know many people who were polyamorous — even Doctor Sammy really only seemed to hold one serious relationship even if they did mess around a bit, and… well Brix kinda described her as a sexual anarchist, instead. "No I try, I just get shut down, I…"

The next grouping suddenly veered wildly off-target at the next remark, and she pulled her finger off of the trigger. "…I'm not dropping him, AJ. What the hell? It's just, like, an accent to the life, like to say oh hey this guy gratifies me in a new and interesting way that comes from a background and set of needs that isn't…"

The pace of her words both sped up and then cut off abruptly as she decided to concentrate on the second mag, her head tucked in and properly cheek-welded as she braced and put down a narrow overlap of shots at the 40-yard range. Semi-auto, but rapid.

Weapon empty, she locked the bolt open and dropped the mag, leaving it on its side as she got up and stepped back towards you at the loading table, her stare dubious.

"You think I should? Gimme a guess as to what you think she would tell me…"

Docks
*It had been a long night but the ship was finally unloaded and finally everything was set to move the ship to the drydock. I was proud of these men, the only complaints heard was from the pumps and the wood on the dock*

chats with the bartender some as things stay slow

bromance

l/p

buddy

ruddy

bottom

All recipes is a pretty fun site. Another fun site is https://www.punchfork.com/
which is a roundup of current food-blog posts.

spank

girlie

magazine

broadsheet

drinks a bit more watching the room around me

Fenix Arsenal
"There's always a reason to hate corpos. Nomads just have the best one." So good, they'll live in the wasteland and wage war with just scrap to avenge their ancestors. The ones who ignored climate change.

His eyes. He blinks when you ask. The black lenses are still in place. He points at them while he explains.

"This is a Kyroshi Optics Engineering Suite. Hephaestus Model. It can scan tech to pinpoint repairs that need to be done. Feed me stored schematics when I'm building something. I even use it to find key components in wreckage when I'm out scrapping in the desert."

A moment before he considers how that sounds. "I mean, I can do the tech stuff without it. These just help me do multiple things at once." More brain power in different directions.

"I know Dylan would be thrilled to have someone else to build his gear." He grins. "But I have been thinking about hiring someone to help out. Most of the basic sales stuff is automated through the kiosk and self-organizing inventory racks. So you'd be doing mostly custom work. Repairs. Specialty orders. If you want to."

The bots all come equipped with a micro-tool suite on their undersides. In a minute, they'll be welding, drilling, hammering, and bending steel in a variety of directions. So he'll turn the corner, towards the employee side of the service desk, where it's not as noisy.

"Mmmmmm." Echo nods at your explanation. Not getting much more than that but understanding it perfectly. Who wanted to discuss such things in their past? He never did.

"Mi padre was an asshole. Sold mi mama out to a rival nomad nation." Well, maybe he will talk about it. Just this once. In an attempt to bridge the gap. Explain that he might possibly understand what you're going through.

tabloid

edition

addition

Deadeye Gun Range
He really just lives in this sort of mindset that works for him and what he does. It's difficult to explain, but both he and Diego had it.

Alejandro certainly realized that about Vargas as well. That she had a lot of experience that he did not. He nods.

"Probably." Nodding to your points though. He'll give you those. But it ultimately didn't change much for him. It might if he got to know these people of yours though. And he's trusting that it would be beneficial to him to do so if you push him that way.

A brief grin when you agree to give the weapon a go, and he'll note the way you respond to his question about Brixton Walsh, watching you carefully.

"You're .."

Then you apply lead to paper and he'll watch that too, though your comment gets a 'hmm' from him.

"It's got to be exhausting, even if you like it, no? .. Emotionally exhausting."

Silent as you fire, and then you share that next bit and you probably don't hear the light snort through ear protection.

"Sounds like a conversation that needs to happen with him. The Holly I know wouldn't drop someone she's been with for almost two years just because someone new is really hot....not that I know a lot about your love life ..." muttered mostly to himself as he leans against the table behind where you are with the weapon.

"Maybe you should talk to Lilou about it."