"Eeesh, waste of a good drink." You purchase another. The serving girl looks annoyed, but complies, eying the two bands of teenagers with something approaching concern. "I ain't replacing this one, now!"
[18] With his glass refilled, a side-glance at the server, Eric downs it in a few gulps. "Not worth bothering these folks for." Then without so much as a backward look, he leaves. His friends file out behind him, slow to leave and complaining to him all the while. Mcgee and James look confused, but say nothing to you directly.
[9] "Why do you keep letting him act that way towards you?" Emma asks quietly, sipping from her glass, having reclaimed her seat, "You could've put him in the grave by now."
You are Pheobe Gainer
You are constantly peckish.
You are tipsy
You are the picture of good health!
Neck:
A comfortable mesh of grey kevlar. Over Body:
A clean, grey, armored duster, marked with symbols. Torso:
A new, fitted grey shirt with long, tight sleeves. (hidden)
Lower Body:
New, Grey semi-formal pants.Hands:
A pair of leather gloves. Feet:
Woolen socks(hidden)
Feet:
A pair of fur-trimmed leather boots.
In Holster: A brand new, grey las-pistol 250/250
[1.2 credits] in local bills
You are under contract with The Brotherhood of Scholars for twenty-five years. Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole, (Cordial),
--Contactable through Mail, Tyler Hop
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family
Contact, Military Trainer: Tyler Hop (Cordial)
Friend: Emma Thornton (Happy)
--Low influence with The Thornton Family
Schoolyard clique:
--6 young men and women, of intelligence (respectful, fearful)
--3 young men and women, of strength (respectful)