Rainbow Stables,
International Zone,
Solaris City, Solaris VII,
April 20th, 07:03 hours,
Jack nodded his head a couple of times, thinking. "Respectable amount. But noo...hope's ne'er a good thing to wager on. 'S an opinion, no a fact. Nae numbers to et." He craned his head and scratched his beard. "But ten grand is a number. Near buy me twa tonne of reloads for me AC10." Mad Jack grinned again. "Ach, even if y'are fibbin' t'me about how much yer bettin', ah'm thinkin' et's mair ye gave her, no less, and despite whit the wee trollop sez, ah think I'll bet yer ain way too." DeMarkus was now looking very confused. "Listen, ah'll be straight wi'ye, as the sign on the door says, we're a' team one. Means sooner or later oor fortunes will fly or fa' taegether." He shrugged. "So the faster we git talkin', drinkin' an' used tae et, the faster we can get that bit o' trust goin' that means we can work taegether. Me...ah've no done that in a very long time. No really. But..." He shifted his weight uneasily. These grand gestures always did come better when ah wiz still Hans James. About a dozen drinks in. When ah wiz about to get in trouble..."If there's a time an' a place fer it, it's probably here and soon." He nodded the resolution to himself. "So ah'm t'bet on ye, if'n ye don't mind. Might as well start flyin' or fallin' now." He cut of his diatribe and looked away from the counter in the middle of the kitchenette his eyes had been boring holes in and looked back at the other mechwarrior for his reaction.
Why dae ah even want tae trust this b*gg*r?
Edited by RogueSpear, 23 July 2012 - 08:46 PM.