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"Cass?" The name meant nothing to her. She glanced over to the booth but couldn't see the person there clearly. "Don't think I know her Joe, what's her line?" she asked casually. Ophelia wondered what her business had been with Bailey, maybe he was acquiring her as a new recruit.
Speculation was pointless. Bailey knew they were supposed to be meeting, if he wasn't here he doubtless had a good reason for it although whether he would bother supplying it to her was a different matter. "I'll have another coffee Joe" she said resignedly. "If he hasn't showed up by the time I finish it I'll call it a night. He knows where to find me"
She wondered about the mention of counting. That sounded like the stuff she had read in that report. A shame she hadn't lifted it when she had the chance, it seemed like it might be worth something in the right places.
Diving into the crisps as if she hadn’t seen food for day Fi said through a spray of cheesy flavoured crumbs “Oh that’s odd I hadn’t heard anything about it on the streets, but hey sometimes I have other things on my mind” Her forehead furrowed slightly allowing her face to take on a more masculine shape “I don’t know but something in the tone of her voice made me feel on edge like she was scared. Now no residue does that”
Sneaking a peek out of the corner of her eye Fi could see that the other woman had heard snippets of their conversation winking at Joe she added “I would if Mrs Starchy Knickers would like my alter ego any better?”
Joe waves his arm in responce as he rounds the bar. There are two women at the bar. Maybe one of them is Ophelia. Didn't Bailey say she was like you? A Nec. That rules out the lady in the killer heels and the guy with that box by his feet. The mobile Bailey gave you pokes you in the ribs as you turn back to your table.
Ophelia, Fi and Tan
Joe reaches under the bar to pull out a plastic bottle of HeadHack from a fridge. He breaks the cap off it with his artifical hand and sets in front of Tan. "That's 3 bucks please, chap."
Replying to Ophelia, he says: "She's a regular here and trustworthy. Like Little Miss Fancy Pants next to you - " he tips and eyebrow and a smile towards Fi " - she's in the trade. Given that she's here and Bailey's not, he'll be using her as a delivery agent." He throws the plastic cap from the bottle into the bin-liner taped above the fridge. "If it's on the level, she'll have a mobie from Bailey. If not, there's something fishy going on."
Joe starts to prepare another coffee. "Maybe she would. Who can say eh? Now, seeing as I'm making one for Ophelia here, do you want one too... Miss?" Joe asks Fi. "How far does your friend live away? She in the Stack or out near Ruben Street? Maybe you could enlist the help of someone to watch your back if you're scared for her." Joe's gaze flicks to Opelia and Tan as he says this. "I've heard only mutterings but then I'm not down with the stim-head crew. They're too busy playing Other Life to hang in a bar." Joe frowns as the coffee machine starts to chug. "Number Curse I think," he says groping for the facts.
“Ophelia, get the gal with the posh handle” whooped Fi “Hold on wasn’t that the name of some mad doll way back when” shrugging not really wanting or needing an answer she nodded to Joe and offered her cup for a refill.
As Joe worked his magic with the plastic coffee granules she continued her story “Yeah Jo is a local girl like myself, we were suppose to met up on Ruben Street but she was a no show. I didn’t think anything of it at first, she can be a bit flaky at times. But” Fi stopped for a moment in thought “You know what, I am kinda scared. If you had heard the way she was talking it would have made the hair on the back of your neck tingle” Catching Joe glance to some of the other patrons she added “A little back up would be nice, but I haven’t got the money for a bodyguard”
Posh? She didn't consider it was particularly. She thought she remembered it from something she had read or seen years back, another life, and yes, the name had belonged to a madwoman she remembered. But what the hell, Ophelia cared nothing for what anyone else might think, she liked it and it seemed to fit well with her new lifestyle.
"Alter ego?" she thought glancing at the woman next to her again and noting the slight change in features. "A trix then, ah well, takes all sorts".
Ophelia wondered about this Cass. Might Bailey have entrusted her with a message? Well she wasn't about to go over there and ask her. No doubt Bailey would have given her some means of contact so she would wait for now. She sat quietly sipping the freshly provided coffee waiting to see what events might unfold.
[ July 30, 2008, 12:16 am ] - fury rolled 1d10 ± 9 and obtained 12 ( 3 ). Reason : No reason given.
Cass attempted to listen in on the conversation at the bar. To hear whether Orphelias name gets mentioned, she can't be sure the nec is her. The last thing Cass wanted to do was screw up her nice little earner.
The band make their way out of the bar by the back door. There shiny black plastic suits look the wrong side of warm. "Later Joe!" the guy with the synth calls and he leaves the back door ajar. You can see the alley behind it.
"Kinky Suits," says Joe with a shrug. "Did any of you catch their gig?" he asks and stops to wipe the bar down. "Wondering if I should bother booking them for the weekend."
A guy in grubby combat trousers and sandals comes into the bar. A sheen of sweat shows on his coffee coloured brow. A hard plastic carry-case sits on his back, the strap creasing a too clean black t-shirt. He looks to be in his 40s, but then what is age nowadays?
Cass
You recognise the man as Winston - the local street-doc - waves to you as he makes his way to the bar. "How's the finger?" he says with an impish smile. "I need a drink, Cass. I'll be over in a bit," he says now walking backwards. "'Less you wanna join me?"
Ophelia
Your ears prick up as you hear the man call Cassie's name.
Fi, Opheila and Tan
The guy wanders up to the corner of the bar and plonks his carry-case down on one of the bar stools. "W'sup Joe?" he says.
"Hey," Joe replies with a friendly smile. "If it ain't the man who can, Winston. How ya doin'?"
The two lock fists in a dodgy street geezer handshake. "Pretty good," Winston replies getting out some plastic coins, "Pretty good. Say, sort me out with a bottle o' 3Juice would ya? I'm spitting feathers."
Reaching under the bar and popping the fridge door, Joe plonks a knock-off bottle of 3Juice and thumbs the cap off with his cyberarm. Winston pays him and chugs the drink down in long gulps. Joe looks over to Fi, "This was the guy I said was good with mobies." Winston waves a dismissive hand as he continues chugging the bottle of juice. "That and anything headware related."
Cass waves back and grins, waving the finger in his direction. [color=#6666CC;]"Yeah, I'll join you. Meant to be meeting someone but she doesn't look like she's gonna show. "[/color] She picks up the remainder of the cats blood, and stands slightly unsteadily. Woooh, she thinks, you can tell I'm not used to the hard stuff anymore. She grins and wobbles over in her heels, slides onto the stool beside him.
Hayden entered the bar, Sally in tow behind him as he made his way for Winston. "Winston!" he called out to him, trying to drown out Sally's insistent numbers, "How do you always manage to be in the right place at the right time?" He reached the bar and sat Sally down on a stoll, "Or I suppose from your point of view this could be the wrong place at the wrong time. Listen mate, I need a favour alright."
He waited for Winston to answer, and hopefully blow off the slut, before dumping his troubles on the man.
[color=#6666CC;]"Manners cost nothing you know, "[/color] said Cassie with a sweet smile to the newcomer. [color=#6666CC;]"What's she been taking, she looks well zoned!"[/color] she asked looking at the woman he had seated on a stool.
Oh god, the slut was talking to him! He smiled back at her, hoping that the falseness wouldn't show through, "Sorry love, let's just say I feel a little henpecked at the moment, she's certainly been alot of hassel, and I've only known her for five minutes more or less." He turned back to Sally repeating her various numbers. "More work than what I'm being paid for," he muttered to himself.
"Seems like none of us is popular tonight" Ophelia said to no one in particular. She had sat up and paid attention when the newcomer mentioned Cass' name and she eyed the woman who had just sat down. So this was Cass. She hadn't said who she was supposed to be meeting but she assumed that Bailey would have given her some means of recognition if it was her.
She glanced up again as two more people entered the bar. The man she didn't know but her blood ran cold as she saw the woman he parked on a stool at the bar. Sally. Her friend Sally. What was she doing here and what the hell had happened to her? She looked completely out of it and what was with the numbers?
[ July 30, 2008, 11:22 pm ] - Early Bird rolled 1d10 ± 7 and obtained 13 ( 6 ). Reason : Ophelia perception.
He was a straight laced one, looked down on her. At least she didn't mug little old ladies for their cash, she grafted for her money. She couldn't resist a dig, [color=#6666CC;]"You look stressed sugar, I can relax you if you like. I have the touch!"[/color]
Now she was offering her services? Well, as long as she wasn't planning on giving it away he supposed that that fact made her slightly less of a slut, and more of an actual prospect. He smiled at her, sincerely, "Maybe later love, right now though I've got to sort this out. Perhaps meet me in half an hour?"
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