quietly glib
Maeve Linahan
"Wasted? Hardly. I jus' need to know ya can hold at least a few beers without getting crushed, darling." They lived hard lives after all. Liquor was the least of their concerns and if the girl in front of her couldn't handle a few drinks? Well, that would be concerning for any potential partnership. Or perhaps Mercy just used that as an argument when in reality she just enjoyed watching her squirm just a little bit.
Mercy raised her glass to Maeve, almost forcing her to partake in a cheers, because otherwise it would just be rude.
"Hardly a harem, even if I deserve one." She was thoughtful about that one for a moment. Maybe Mercy ought to procure one. If filth like the Hutts could have one why not her?
She'd have to ask Maijan Paisea what the easiest way was to get a hold of a harem.
"Jus' creatures like yarself, Dyrfinna. Women the Galaxy uses, abuses and takes advantage of, while constantly asking for more." Mercy shrugged lightly as she thought back to Frea Sheplin 's fate in the alleyway. Broken and spit out by a barkeep just because she couldn't pay her debts. Oh, Frea had been a piece o' chit about Mercy's offer first.
But now? Something told Mercy she quite enjoyed having a whole state-of-the-art workshop to work in.
"I take 'em under mah wing. I give 'em purpose, means, I give 'em a lil' bit of fun. And eventually they will go their own way, cutting a path through a Galaxy so cruel."
Mercy shrugged.
"I am merciful sometimes." Smirk deepened. "How's that second beer treating you?" Oh so innocently asked.
"Wasted? Hardly. I jus' need to know ya can hold at least a few beers without getting crushed, darling." They lived hard lives after all. Liquor was the least of their concerns and if the girl in front of her couldn't handle a few drinks? Well, that would be concerning for any potential partnership. Or perhaps Mercy just used that as an argument when in reality she just enjoyed watching her squirm just a little bit.
Mercy raised her glass to Maeve, almost forcing her to partake in a cheers, because otherwise it would just be rude.
"Hardly a harem, even if I deserve one." She was thoughtful about that one for a moment. Maybe Mercy ought to procure one. If filth like the Hutts could have one why not her?
She'd have to ask Maijan Paisea what the easiest way was to get a hold of a harem.
"Jus' creatures like yarself, Dyrfinna. Women the Galaxy uses, abuses and takes advantage of, while constantly asking for more." Mercy shrugged lightly as she thought back to Frea Sheplin 's fate in the alleyway. Broken and spit out by a barkeep just because she couldn't pay her debts. Oh, Frea had been a piece o' chit about Mercy's offer first.
But now? Something told Mercy she quite enjoyed having a whole state-of-the-art workshop to work in.
"I take 'em under mah wing. I give 'em purpose, means, I give 'em a lil' bit of fun. And eventually they will go their own way, cutting a path through a Galaxy so cruel."
Mercy shrugged.
"I am merciful sometimes." Smirk deepened. "How's that second beer treating you?" Oh so innocently asked.