Date with the (soon to be) Doctor...
Went conning last night to make a few credits. I think I hit three or four bars. Made out pretty good too, if I do say so myself.
Around 11pm I walked into a bar with a group of (what looked like) three med students. Thinking this would be pretty easy target I took up a chair near them.
I only had to wait about five minutes for one of them to come over. He offered to buy me a drink and "judging from my clothes" noticed that I wasn't from around here. The conversation continued for a good while. His name was Marcus (and a med student *cha-ching*). He talked about his future plans after graduating, then the conversation became more personal. He talked about his brothers and sisters at home. And about his mother and father who both came from a long line of neurosurgeons and dentists. This had to be the first real conversation I'd had with anyone, for who knows long. But then I remembered what I was there for; money.
In some way, I managed to get him to squeeze me into his "busy" schedule. So tonight at 9pm I'll be dancing the night away with the soon to be med school graduate, Marcus Sibley (*cha-ching cha-ching*).
Now I have to go shopping for a gown for this ball, not to thrilled about that. I only scammed about 400 credits last nights so I'm hoping that will be enough. Me...in a gown...just doesn't seem right...
Around 11pm I walked into a bar with a group of (what looked like) three med students. Thinking this would be pretty easy target I took up a chair near them.
I only had to wait about five minutes for one of them to come over. He offered to buy me a drink and "judging from my clothes" noticed that I wasn't from around here. The conversation continued for a good while. His name was Marcus (and a med student *cha-ching*). He talked about his future plans after graduating, then the conversation became more personal. He talked about his brothers and sisters at home. And about his mother and father who both came from a long line of neurosurgeons and dentists. This had to be the first real conversation I'd had with anyone, for who knows long. But then I remembered what I was there for; money.
In some way, I managed to get him to squeeze me into his "busy" schedule. So tonight at 9pm I'll be dancing the night away with the soon to be med school graduate, Marcus Sibley (*cha-ching cha-ching*).
Now I have to go shopping for a gown for this ball, not to thrilled about that. I only scammed about 400 credits last nights so I'm hoping that will be enough. Me...in a gown...just doesn't seem right...