Well. Wasn't this interesting? A real fun fest.
Ricky Roma took stock of the room, no hurry but not missing anything, not if he could help it. Not looking anything beyond self-assured. Hell, he knew what he was about. And you never let your guard down. Especially not with a group like this. What in - What in the hell was this nutjob operation?
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She read the application, a faint line creasing her brow as she read.
When she had finished, she looked up at the new arrival.
"Let me guess. You've got a bridge you want to sell us?"
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"Can't say I've ever sold a bridge before. Last I heard, there wasn't much money in bridges." He shrugged, watching her. "Though if it came up and any of you fine individuals happened to desire a bridge, you'd better believe I'd find one."
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What the hell they were doing with a bar in a school, he couldn't guess. Then again, given what the hell kind of a school this looked like... Yeah, all right. It made perfect fucking sense.
He was slightly surprised that she'd actually responded; most of her kind were a little more adamant in their stick-up-the-ass tactics. Well. Sometimes, you made a break.
"I take it this is a school of many, ah, surprises. What else have they got? Any strip clubs?"
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"I wouldn't really know." She tried to keep a straight face, and to her gratification, actually succeeded. "You might want to inquire with the Arithmancy professor. I understand that's his kind of thing."
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That and he didn't usually go in for strip clubs, anyway. Better to pick up women on your own. Fuck knew where any woman'd ever been or what she'd been making the rounds with, but any broad picked up at a strip club was pretty much a guaranteed mess.
Besides, there was no challenge in that.
"That was what we call a joke, Miss... Whatever-your-name-is. Though if there was one, I would have to suggest that you stop in and take a look around. It might do you a bit of good."
((OOC: Oh. Wow. XD Nice, that.))
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