[Open] for business~

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Characters: Angel Starr and any of you starving masses
Content: Angel is working at one of the food stands at the races. Feel free to drop by for a bite to eat.
Setting: In the middle of the makeshift market
Time: Lunchtime, of course
Warnings: Don't worry, these lunches are delicious, nutritious, and not laced with any special ingredients. And

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[frakkdis]

...Huh. THAT looked like a new place.

Kara had been moseying along through the town, on the way for drinking (her regular habit, of course, especially now with all the new places) when she spotted the stall with the funky lunch box things.

Cute designs. The blond was no average girl, but she did like nifty things.

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Angel, at the moment, was talking to another customer. The man was a tough sale. He did seem interested in having one of their deluxe-sized lunchboxes, but every time she brought up the tea, he scowled. The man apparently had no interest in such a flowery drink.

"Well, then," Angel said as she casually flipped her bangs, revealing a more devious eye, "I suppose I will just have to let you in on a little secret. It's not on the menus, but if you promise not to tell..."

And so, she produced a small cup and a ceramic flask, the kind that was used for pouring sake. Lunchtime seemed like an early time for alcohol, but some people could drink at any time of the day. With this, the man was sold.

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And naturally, at the sight of the sake bottle and cup, Kara came right on over.

"When you're done with him," she said in a low voice as she passed the server, "lay some of that on me, will you?"

The blond then sat at one of the vacant tables nearby, kicked back, and grinned.

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Angel laughed softly. "Gladly, but not a word out of you, either."

The fact of the matter was that there were a lot of boozehounds at these races who were too rowdy and unsavory for Lunchland's tastes. If word started spreading that they had brought along bottles of high-grade sake, they would start drawing the wrong sort of crowd and scare away their normal patrons. (And, more importantly, they might run out of it, and then what would they drink?)

So, Angel told the other chefs that she was going on break, and then casually walked over to Kara with another bottle and two cups. "Hope you don't mind my joining you for a bit." After all, so long as they were serving it, Angel figured she may as well have a little herself. Just a sip... she didn't want to get plastered and lose the motor skills to make her lunchboxes. Besides, it was nice to get to know the people here.

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"You're the one serving the booze," Kara neutrally returned. "I don't mind at all."

The woman LOOKED nice enough, anyway. Non-combatant. Huge bazoongers.

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Of course, looks could be deceiving. Except the huge bazoongers, those were real. Angel didn't believe in artificial ingredients.

She took a seat, and then politely filled both cups. "You seem like a wild one," she noted casually. "What brings you to the races?"

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Kara watched the other with open eagerness, and took her cup the moment it was filled.

"I'll be flying in them."

She grinned, and lifted her cup in salute.

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"Really? Well, best of luck to you, then!" That was, honestly, very pleasing to hear. The world always needed more women with the guts to challenge the men.

"Are you with one of the airships here, then, or are you an independent pilot?"

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"I'm with the Fiertia. A chick like me needs the kind of money that a ship like that can give me."

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"Fiertia?" she repeated. A mercenary ship, if she wasn't mistaken. And one of several she planned to look into before the races were over. After all, it was about time she returned to the skies, and she certainly wasn't stepping on a military ship again anytime soon.

"I know how that is. I've had to work at this place for years just to make ends meet." With a soft but devious laugh, she flipped her bangs, revealing a more devious eye. "Though asking my boyfriend for a gift or two has always helped."

She raised her own cup and gave a small, "Kampai," before taking a drink.

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Kara echoed the word and the gesture herself.

...She loved this stuff. It went down so smoothly.

"Nailed yourself a good man, I hope?"

Or at least a gullible one, but that, in its own right, was good enough.

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"Unfortunately not. I've only ever met one good man in my entire life," she replied, though this woman would probably never realize she had snuck a pun in there.

"But I'm not interested in who's good or who's bad. Just who will treat me right."

[frakkdis]

And Kara didn't notice. Words weren't her strong point, really.

"Well, whatever works for you is good by me~"

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Of course. That, and the fact that it required meeting some of her old partners back in the military, one of whom was actually named... well, Goodman. "Honestly, I could live without them..." She paused and smiled sweetly. "I just don't want to."

She took another sip of sake. "What about you? Men do love the rough and wild types. I wouldn't be surprised if you had to beat the guys off with a stick."

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Kara guffawed.

"Took the words right out of my mouth, you did."

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"People say I have a way of doing that."

Though usually they commended her for taking out the words people didn't want to say. Whatever. Details, details.