[ Hey mansion! It's a video transmission of Daniel in his
best period gear, sort of aimed towards people he knows but broadcasted to everyone because he doesn't know how to programme it otherwise because he's just a nice, inclusive guy. ]Would anybody like to join me in a drink? The, ah... well, it would be more pleasant to choose than to be forced
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That's right! This girl!
If it helps his delicate sensibilities at all, she's not even dressed like a common whore or whatever this time; there's not even much cleavage at all showing!]
A drink? And just what kinds of drinks does someone who looks like you have?
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Nothing that you can afford, I am sure.
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Oh, so you're charging people to be your friend?
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[ Hey! She was supposed to be wowed by his burn, not fire back! ]
I meant that fine drinks are clearly outside your means.
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[ It's a perfectly reasonable temperature. What is she talking about.
He takes a dismissive tone, in an attempt to regain the conversational upper hand. ]
It's forgivable that you do not quite understand me. The maladies of a fallen woman are known to strip her of her good sense.
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Oh, you're still whining about the way I look. Of course. For someone supposedly so classy or whatever the hell you're supposed to be, you sure are judgmental.
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Have people in the future decided it's wrong to use one's judgement?
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So come on. You should prove that whatever fine drink you have is as amazing as you're acting. [She looks as sincere as possible, which...is a good act, at least?] I promise not to get any slut-cooties on you.
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I am afraid you will have to pass on your rashes to another man.
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So get over yourself, Queen Elizabeth. All I wanted was a drink.
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That's. Actually extremely embarrassing. ]
W-well...
[ And she's really not helping his embarrassment with her extremely crass language my God what do they teach young women in the future? ]
W-well - dressing and speaking as you do - it is no wonder that civilised men suspect you of soliciting more than a drink.
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No, no. See, if I wanted sex, I'd say so.
[There. See, Daniel? Isn't that comforting?]
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I - I see.
[ THERE. WASN'T THAT. DAMNING. DON'T YOU FEEL ASHAMED NOW, SANTANA. ]
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Whatever. I don't trust your alcohol offerings anymore anyway, so. See ya.
[Or she'll just do that instead.]
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[ Perhaps he'll think of one in a few drunken hours' time. ]
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