Cyberjunk
Zey smiled, pleased to hear that she and Gray had a similar upbringing. She tended to get antsy if she stayed in one place for too long, hauling illegal cargo or not. She supposed that it was something in her blood, or something she had picked up early on from her father who had similar traits. She had never met her mother, so she wasn’t sure what characteristics she had gotten from her.
Her almost-predatory grin resurfaced when he asked for one of her pick-up lines. “Oh, usually I say something like ‘Is that a lightsaber in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?’ Another favorite is ‘Nice shoes, wanna bang?’ Not the prettiest, but it gets the job done. And you’d better believe it works!”
[member="Gray Watcher"]
Her almost-predatory grin resurfaced when he asked for one of her pick-up lines. “Oh, usually I say something like ‘Is that a lightsaber in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?’ Another favorite is ‘Nice shoes, wanna bang?’ Not the prettiest, but it gets the job done. And you’d better believe it works!”
[member="Gray Watcher"]