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[sealegs]

And this is why I don't like places that spend too much good coin on dazzle and flair. You've your tall buildings and tall champagne glasses and tall heels-- but not a damned brothel in sight?

It's a disappointment for us all. Can you imagine how repressed the men must be here? Oh, you poor things. There's a term for that, you know. And a cure if you know where to look.

[Isabela did, however, find the nearest trashy bar. So she's there and using her wiles to get free drinks because her coin doesn't get her anything at all.]

Say-- what is this thing anyhow?

[She addresses the bartender, tapping at the screen she's seen a few others burying their noses into.]

Thought if I talked at it long enough, it would, I don't know. Do a trick- vibrate. Anything but sit there and blink at me.

[A swig of her tankard of beer, and she accidentally slams it down on the device, shutting off the feed.]

[ooc | I don't know why I posted this now when I'm about to go to the gym. BRB.]

Comments

[signatures]

Happier than a brothel? Different types, I suspect.

[sealegs]

Life's much too short to experience only one kind of happiness.

[signatures]

That much we can agree upon.

[sealegs]

Ooh, I like it when people agree with me. Doesn't happen enough, I say.

[signatures]

Does that mean that you're wrong most of the time, or everyone else is blind?

[sealegs]

It means I'm friends with the wrong sort. They like-- I don't know. Rules.

[signatures]

Some would say rules provide a comfortable environment.

[sealegs]

They're much more fun to break. And who doesn't like fun?

[signatures]

People I've no interest in knowing personally.

[sealegs]

Completely agreed. Though they're occasionally fun to mess around with. They blush so easily.

[signatures]

You must have rather rosy friends.

[sealegs]

As rosy as a newly plucked sparrow.