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[noscaredkid]

Jack, like a good many patrons of Milliways, is currently scrambling for a way to pay off her sizeable tab. She's tried stealing (Security didn't like that), she's tried finding work (not a lot of the jobs being offered involve beating things to death), and she's tried just plain haggling her way out of her debt (you can imagine how well that

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[hadyougoing]

Ava perks right up at the sign. (Or was it the triple latte?)

"A talking dog?"

[ooc: hahaha hi failure to edit. ilu guys.]

[good_dug]

A talking dog! A dog that talks even when his mouth is full of demonic plushie!

"Hi there!" He wags his tail gleefully, but doesn't stir from his spot. He has had Very Clear Instructions from Jack on moving.

"My name is Dug! I am for sale!"

[noscaredkid]

"A talking dog," Jack says, echoing Ava's words with what she considers to be a friendly tone. She nods once or twice, not quite sure how to make business proposals without some kind of weapon on hand, and then reaches down to pet Dug. From what she's seen, people pet dogs a lot. It's just what they're good for or something. She doesn't want people thinking Dug is bad for petting.

"He's pretty amazing, actually. I hate to give him up, but...well, I just can't take care of him anymore. Figured he could use a better home, someone to love him."

It's a bit sickening for her, sounding so sweet. Actually it's a lot sickening, but Jack will do a lot of things for money, and lying is certainly one of them.

[hadyougoing]

Dude, this woman is like the sketchiest person Ava has ever seen. (Slight exaggeration.)

However: TALKING DOG HE REALLY TALKS. This is totally distracting!

"Heeeey buddy!" Ava immediately crouches down beside Dug and begins to use the high-pitched Cootchie Cootchie Coo voice that many people feel compelled to break out around infants and animals. "Awww lookit you you're so cute! Can I pet you?"

[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy...strolls over. As she's wearing her flightsuit, she's also wearing her handgun. Not to mention that after over eleven years in the Marines, she...well, she walks like a Marine.

She also fails to look impressed.

"He yours to sell?"

[good_dug]

Dug bounces up at Trudy, sitting back almost instantly because Jack gave him Instructions and he is a good dog who will follow these Instructions!

That doesn't stop him from panting at her with a big doggy grin on his face. "Hello! This is Jack! She is selling me! She has pictures on her skin!"

[noscaredkid]

Jack's quite wary of this newcomer, seeing as she doesn't like it when people immediately ask the most annoying question possible.

"Course he is," she replies, carefully keeping any hostility out of her voice. "He's a great dog, and he's mine. Or he is for now."

[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy can be like that. When she's not trying to buy whatever it is being sold, anyway.

"Hey, honey," she says to Dug, taking a step closer and offering him her hand. She's watching Jack more than than Dug, though. "This true, puppy? Is she your master?"

Oh, look. Language fallacy!

[jane_becomes]

The woman is quite striking and Jane stops to stare before noticing Dug and the sign.

She shakes her head since its not polite to stare and walks forward,

"Dug, does your master know of this?"

[good_dug]

"I have not seen my master in a long time! But he has lots of dogs. He will not..."

Dug trails off. Nope, something's not right. He's forgetting something. What was it Jack told him about this game? There were only a few rules, but he's not good at remembering. What was it...

Oh, yes!i

In a careful voice, with the air of someone reciting lines that they have worked frantically to memorize, "This is Jack. She is...my master."

[noscaredkid]

"Yes," she says carefully, trying to hide her immense annoyance at Dug for breaking one of The Rules so soon. Bad Dug! "I'm his master. And I appreciate you not insinuating otherwise."

Not exactly casual talk for Jack, but she figures if she's not going to cuss every other word she may as well change her speech to sound a bit more sophisticated for the (attempted) sale.

"You've met Dug before I see?"

[jane_becomes]

"Yes and I thought his master was on the other side of his door. Did something happen to your master, Dug?"

Jane is quite good at being icily polite and the list of reasons she doesn't trust Jack starts with her attire and ends with Dug.

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate hasn't had many worries about her tab. It's one of those things Doc has been taking care of, along with a few discreet deposits here and there when she thinks he isn't paying attention. So the recent hubbub around the bar hasn't caused her much worry.

She's coming in from the back after checking on the horses, planning to stick to her routine of late (which includes sporadic, brief visits to the bar and taking meals upstairs), when she notices the sign. Her eyes move from the woman to the dog. She's seen that mutt before, though she didn't know he could talk.

(Eat, on the other hand, she learned he could do quite well.)

"You're sellin' 'im?" she asks, stepping closer to the table and holding her palm out for Dug's inspection. "How come?"

[good_dug]

Oh! It is a lady! A nice lady too, and she smells like horses and outside and interesting things. If her hand was much smaller, it would probably end up being vacuumed up by his madly-sniffing nostrils. As it is, it just gets thoroughly investigated, ending up with a nice lick.

Of course, no one ever taught him not to butt in on conversations, so he interuts before Jack has a chance to answer.

"Hello! My name is Dug! I am being sold and it is fun!"

[noscaredkid]

It's a skill he should learn, she thinks, if he plans on keeping his stupid collar for much longer. Who ever thought giving a DOG the means to talk was a good idea?

"I'm selling him because I've got no other choice," she replies, resting her hand on Dug's head in what may be a soft pat or a quiet threat. "I can't afford to feed him with this tab business happening, so I'm trying to find him a better home. Why, have you two met before?"

It seems Dug has been making an annoying number of friends in Milliways, and it doesn't make it much easier to sell him.

[ikissdhimbck]

Kate blinks her large, blue, saucer-shaped eyes, astounded to hear Dug speaking despite the pre-warning. She notices the red blinking light on his collar, and tips her head to investigate it.

"H-hello, Dug. You're havin' fun, are you?"

She runs a thumb over the light, and then turns her focus to the woman.

"I saw him 'round the bar once before. Asked if he had a master, but he wasn't speakin' at the time. I don't remember this collar." Beat. "Isn't there some way for you to keep him? I'm sure Miss Bar wouldn't want you t'sell your pet."