Bar Talk

Janette breathed in, tucking her coins away into her pouch and taking the nearest seat. She sat and quietly observed the young man, Kou I think his name is, grab the dwarf and calm her down with talk. Reta had reached for a glass, her digit rubbing around the smooth surface.

"Odd couple." Janette commented.

Reta shrugged. "I've known weirder. Kitty needs to choose her words more wisely."

"She didn't know."

"Ignorance doesn't excuse foolishness." She muttered, leaning into the bar. Janette turned over and leaned back slightly.

"You know I've been meaning to ask about her. But I won't if it hurts to mention."

Reta scoffed. "Hurts? Takes a lot to hurt me, I just prefer keeping things to myself." She huffed. Janette kept quiet, taking a seat beside her and drumming her fingers on the polished surface. She cleared her throat, kept pace with her finger tapping, and begin to click her tongue while Reta furrowed her brow.

"Quit it, I'm not spilling."

"I didn't do anything." Janette said quickly, seemingly nonchalant and leaning over. She jumped back immediately when a dwarf jumped onto the bar seemingly from nowhere, scaring her. "Gods!"

"Ain't no gods 'ere, just drinks. Now what do ye freeloaders want, eh?"

Reta chuckled maliciously at Janette's fear. "Sake would be great. You got any?" She beamed widely, her eyes hypnotized at the circular green bottle with the red label. "Loving this place so far. Lot's of places don't have that."

"Eh, was thinkin' o' getting rid o' the damn thin' but, well ye seem to like it. Why not polish the bottle off me hands, eh?" She smirked, giving the bottle a shake.

Janette intervened. "Just a few glasses at most, she can take the bottle if it's her money. Of which she has none." She mentioned, giving her a stern look.

Reta rolled her eyes, licking her lips once the tiny glass was served. "I haven't had any of these, thought they only had them back home."

"Eh," Nyitzcha muttered. "And where ye from? Bottles don' sell 'round here for miles."

Reta happily swallowed the shot glass, landing it roughly on the bar with a clink!

"Aahhhhh~ that hit the spot! Gosh, all I need is a man and then I'm set."

Nyitzcha laughed. "Well, Kou ain't much but he's there if ye bother." All three gals turned around, spying Kou at the corner as he continued sweeping the floor. Putting the broom aside, he rubs his nose and looks up, puzzled, and waves.

"Ye done with the sweeping, Kou?" She hollered.

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Good! One more thing!" She lowered her voice and leaned in close to Reta. "If ye serious, I may lend him to ye."

"He's not much." She whispered back, eyeing Kou up and down. "his face is dirty, and why the goggles and apron?"

"He's always tinkering in his private quarters, he the one who fixin' things 'round 'ere."

Janette scooted in. "Are we really bargaining for dick here?"

Reta pushed her aside. "I'm bargaining, get your own cock." She said, breaking into a laugh with the others.

Eventually, Kou approaches them. "Something else I can help you with, Nyitzcha?"

She gave Reta a look, raising her eye.