i sold my delorian on the black market

who: kayos and math
where: babylon
when: afternoon

After bugging out on Doc and Jocelyn, Kayos had been generally wandering around town, looking around, getting herself familiar with the area, which...being there wasn't a whole lot of area to be familiar with, and she'd been to the Marquette in her own reality, it was pretty easy going. She was looking for a warehouse, though, which was going to be harder to find. She either needed to find herself a good one, or start looking at some of the old buildings that were all abandoned-like and buy one of them and start renovating the shit out of it. Warehouses were just easier in general to renovate, because they were wide open spaces to begin with. Plus, people paid a lot less attention to them, but oh well. Either way, she needed something, because after the vibe she'd gotten from Jocelyn that shit was her territory, she was just going to be taking that not so subtle hint.

As she walked along, though, she noticed something that she very definitely would have remembered being in Marquette, and very definitely did not. It was a bar, by the looks of it, though it kind of gave her the weirdy-vibes. It resonated strangely, like it almost had a hum. Yeah, totally no hummy buildings back in her neck of reality. So, being a curious sort, and having nothing better to do, she bounced right on in. Looking around as she did so, she stopped to ditch her coat in the entryway, walking inside. The place was weirdly lit, too. Were those gas lamps? She couldn't decide if that was sweet or just crazy. Possibly both. While most people would have headed straight for the bar, she didn't, she instead made a b-line right to the jukebox, grinning and bouncing a little on her feet as she got there and started to look through songs. Digging in her pockets, she pulled out some change, and dropped it all in, not really sure how much each song would cost, but figuring if she put in enough, eventually she'd at least have a couple selections. Punching in the codes, the first song started to play, and she spun around and swayed to the music for a moment.

The song wasn't by any stretch of the imagination a new one. In fact, it was an old Otis Redding song. And when the singing started, she sang right along with it. "If I was the sun way up there I'd go with love most everywhere, I'll be the moon when the sun goes down, Just to let you know that I'm still around..." And when she saw out of the corner of her eye some guy walking in the near vicinity--she reached out to snag his wrist, pulling him in to dance with her. "That's how strong my love is, darling, That's how strong my love is, baby...."

Mathias had spotted the girl as she walked in - but only in the same way that he spotted most everyone else that walked in, giving them the once over, seeing whether they were new, or if he'd spotted them before, familiarising himself with them. He'd not thought enough of her to make a direct beeline, but then he rarely did. usually he eyed and then approached later, if he thought a customer was worth getting to know. He was, therefore, a little surprised to be grabbed by her as he wandered past, but he recovered instantly, managing to make the transition into her dance look smooth and as though it were planned, his natural sense of rhythm helping out there. As Caleb liked to point out, Mathias had an inbuilt ability to make near enough anything look easy.

She smiled happily up at him since he rolled with it quite nicely, and she put her arms loosely up around his neck, singing along a little more. And since he seemed to roll with the dancing thing well enough, she leaned far back, expecting him to go with that too. Then he could probably lead and all, but she was having fun, and not at all thinking about the crazy tension back at the Safehouse of Suck. Dancing with Random Dude here was a great way to get one's mind off of everything.

Math slipped a hand down her back to the base of her spine and twisted and dipped her, before pulling her back up onto her feet again. He'd picked up dancing along the way, in his mid-twenties when it suited the job he was working at the time for him to be able to show off on the dancefloor. He wasn't top class or anything, but he could hold his own through a few and knew enough to impress random women, just another weapon in his arsenal of being able to do that. He moved her round, taking over from her and taking her into a spin, if she would go for it.

She did, laughing a little as he did it, clearly having fun with it. But then, the girl was one who appreciated the lighter things in life, particularly when her whole world crashed and burned. It was enough to really put a good perspective on said little things. Enjoy life, enjoy moments. It was a good theory to live by. So, she went with the spin easily, moving to the music.

He spun her out, round under his arm, then with a twist of his hand in hers, sent her spinning back towards him, catching her and stepping her back and round, smiling down at her. "Not bad," he said, finally speaking, clearly amused.

Kayos laughed, a sound that was pretty close to a giggle. She was beaming up at him. "Not bad yourself, Random Bar Guy." she told him. The song was also coming to a close, being it hadn't been that long a song to begin with. But she'd had fun, that was the goal, and he looked like he wasn't hideously offended by it all or anything. In fact he looked about as amused as she did. She was calling it good.

"Math - name's Mathias," he told her, bringing her round and to a stop as the song ended. "Though, if you want to call me Random Bar Guy, I'd probably answer to it. It's just doesn't really roll off the tongue for me," he teased, flirtatiously.

Grinning she laughed again. "It's kind of a long title, really." she agreed. "Math it is. Though don't get mad if I fuck up and start calling you Algebra. Then it might get shortened to Alge, or just 'Bra, and those are kind of bad monikers. Maybe I should stick to the whole thing, Mathias. Has a better ring than all the rest of those." she mused. "I could call you Slick, or Ace or something." she added. "Since I'm sure if we were in a movie in the fifties? You'd be a Slick or an Ace."

"Pity we're not in a 1950s movie then, isn't it. Though, really, if I got called either of those, I'd probably feel the need to start using excessive amounts of Bryl Cream or something. Just on principle. Maybe grow one of those little pencil mustaches. And it probably wouldn't be a good look on me," he joked, leading the way off the dancefloor and toward the bar without actually making a fuss or drawing attention to that fact.

She went with willingly enough. "Ooh...yeahhh." she tsked, making a face and she shook her head. "Not a good look. I'm picturing it now, and I'm thinking you'd really just not pull it off. I mean it takes a special man to do it, and you, my friend, are not it." she decided. "Though if we went with Ace, you could just roll with it and start getting tattoos of ace cards. Though really, you'd have to keep space for an 'I heart mom' tattoo as well. Anyone called Ace has to have one of those."

Mathias quirked an eyebrow and shot her a positively wicked look. "How do you know I don't already have one?" he asked, teasingly. he did it well - managing to suggest that if he did, it was somewhere fairly intimate whilst also suggesting that on him there wasn't something necessarily inherently lame about a tattoo like that and that, anyway, he was probably joking. Probably.

She laughed at that, shaking her head a little at him. "Does that work a lot?" she asked him, clearly amused. "I bet that works a lot." she decided. Not that she was planning on parting company with him just because he was playing. She was, had been, she'd grabbed him to dance, after all. As they got up to the bar, she hopped up onto a stool, and spun around on it once, stopping herself facing him again. "You gonna buy me a drink, Arrbee Gee?" she asked. "Which could be your gangsta rapper name." she suggested. "Though if you make tons of money, I get a five percent kickback."

The bar tender was further down, serving someone else and so Mathias hopped round the other side of the bar. He didn't fancy playing 'I don't work here' today. Or waiting for a drink. "Sure - I'll buy you a drink. if you tell me your name. What's your poison?" he asked, pouring himself a whiskey. He'd never bought into that whole ' don't drink on the job' thing. And anyway, his demon blood gave him pretty damn good alcohol tolerance.

She perked up when he hopped he bar, and she spun the stool around and planted her arms down on the bartop. "Sex on the beach, a little heavy on the cranberry." she told him. "And my name's Kayos." she answered him. She absently swung one foot back and forth, propping her chin on her hand, bright blues watching him.

A cocktail waiter he was not, that was for sure, and so he pulled a face slightly, then called down to the barman, giving him the order to make up instead as he headed back round to her side again. "Okay so that's kinda out of my league," he admitted, sitting down on the next stool along. "And Kayos? And there were you going on about my name, miss that's-not-really-a-name-at-all..." he teased.

She laughed. "Awww, you really had me sold on the smooth criminal persona there, buddy but you just dropped the ball." she said with a shake of her head and a snap of her fingers. "Better luck next time. And hey. I never once claimed not to have a ridiculous name." she added matter o factly. "Though I can clarify right up front that I'm not technically a force of nature--those charges never stuck--and it's not my super hero name." she told him with a conspiratorial wink, leaning in closer and lowering her voice for effect.

"Nobody's perfect," Mathias shot right back at her, not looking in the least ashamed on revealing that he couldn't do everything. "But see - now you know my flaw. I just wasn't cut out for life as a barman. Bet you're rethinking that whole 'Ace' thing now, aren't you? And, okay - Kayos-who's-not-a-force-of-nature. Which, can I just say, I've met forces of nature and, honestly? not a fan. Where's the name come from? Given birth name, or nickname? And if that's not your superhero name, what is?" he asked her, reeling off the questions.

"I don't know, do you have a motorcycle? You could still pull 'Ace' out of the toilet if you at least have a biker gang to call your own. Y'know, populated with big dudes with names like 'Skullbiter' and 'Mugsy'." Kayos answered. "I think the actual origin of my name was a variation of a different surname, that got changed when some family member back in the day moved to the states or something. So, technically it's my last name. Or, really, my handle, if you want to go another route." she answered him. "And my superhero name is 'The Paradox Girl'. I started fighting crime really young, and so they stuck 'girl' on the end there and you know it's just a hard thing to get rid of. It's terrible, all the other superheroes make fun of me on their blogs, I can't get any serious villains to give me the time of day..." she sighed as if this were such a huge hardship.

"But a bonus for being underestimated all the time," Mathias prompted, positively. "They're too busy writing you off as being harmless and cute and you're getting on with kicking their asses. I sure you can make that work for you. But, unfortunately, I don't have a biker gang either. It's just me. I still plummetting in your estimation?"

"Oh, I do make it work for me." Kayos said, winking at him. Then she threw her hands up in the air. "Well jesus christ. You can't bartend, you don't have your own biker gang, you can't pull off the pencil mustache, what are you good for?" she asked, him, playing up the being put out in a nicely amused manner.

"Hanging around waiting for random women to pull me onto the dance floor?" Mathias suggested, cocking an eyebrow. "Apart from that, clearly I'm just no good for anything. It's a hardship in life I'm just had to resign myself to. My mother cries herself to sleep everynight wondering where she went wrong."

"Your poor mother." Kayos said with a heavy sigh as she shook her head. she also then got her drink and she picked it up, taking a sip as she moved the little umbrella that had been put in it. "So, other than waiting for women to randomly accost you with dancing, what is it you do? Oh also other than not-bartend." she asked, swinging her foot again absently as she focused her attention on him.

Mathias echoed her movement with the drink - though his glass had no little umbrella in it, of course. "Oh, this and then - keep an eye on the place, mostly. get to know people. What else is there to do for someone as clearly useless as me," he asked her, though his tone and his body language continued to whisper that he knew full damn well that he wasn't anywhere near approaching useless and thus could play that joke with no issue.

"Well I don't know, that's why I asked. I'm quirky like that." she said. "What's your story? What's a shmo like you doing in a place like this?" she asked. Then paused, making a show of glancing around before looking back at him. "Actually, what's a place like this doing in a place like this?" Hey, it as a valid question. The place was still wacky and hummy, and really hadn't been a part of her experience of the world where she'd come from.

"Well, something's gotta liven this town up, right? Can't come to the end of the world and not find something to do there. And I'm... I between jobs right now, and this got offered to me. I didn't really have anything better to do, so here I am," Math told her, vaguing everything up for now. "What brings you here?"

"Mm, nothing better to do. Got money squirreled away?" she asked. She certainly did. "And me? Oh, you know. The usual." she said nonchalantly, taking another drink. "Time travel. I'm here to probably stop someone from making out with a parent at some inopportune time, and save the world or somesuch." she shrugged one shoulder. "Though ya know there's this problem, because I'm sure I'll have to play in a band at some point? There's always bands that have to be played in, you know, and I just..." she tsked, making a face as she shook her head. "I never did learn to play the guitar. So I figure I'm doomed to wander around forever cursing my fifth grade band decision of taking up the xylophone. No one ever really has an absolutely vital need for a random time traveling kickass xylophone player."

"What - you think that working in a bar doesn't pay particularly well? Maybe that I look like the kind of guy who has a high maintenance lifestyle?" Mathias asked, not willing to admit that, yes, he had money squirreled away. Quite a lot of it. Enough that he'd managed to pay cash for someone to come in and furnish his new place - which they should be doing right about now, actually. It would be good to have furniture again, though possibly he should have warned Caleb that the place would be furnished when the guy got home from school. Still, he kept the fact that he had money mostly to himself - though generally that was because he didn't think enough about money to spend it very often, so it kind of mounted up.

He probably would have added more onto the end of that, only he got distracted by her casual explanation - and by trying to figure out if she was serious about that or not. "So, where's the DeLorian parked then? And should I be wary of you and skateboards?" he asked her, narrowing his eyes a little.

"I sold it on the black market." Kayos said. "I mean it was really obvious and everything, and did you know the gas mileage is shit on those things? And it only went like twenty miles an hour anymore, the flux capacitor was completely fucked. But y'know, collectors. People'll pay anything if you can find the right buyer." she rattled off, having fun with the conversation. "You probably won't have to worry much about me and skateboards. Hoverboards, maybe, but I totally left mine home, so...."

"Yeah, but those things are pink - not really the best of colours," Math pointed out, dredging up as much information as he could remember about those damn films. He wasn't exactly a huge movie buff, but he wasn't completely clueless either. "Well, you just let me know if you start seeing through your hand - and I wouldn't recommend going around hitting on your parents, if they happen to be around. Incest: never a good plan in any world. So, future-girl. What's your native time like?" he asked - still not sure whether she was joking or not. She got into Babylon so... who knew what she actually was.

Kayos sat back and looked him over. "Hmm. I dunno. I'll bet you rocked out some pink in the '80s." she observed. "You could probably go all miami vice and do the pink button down, though you'd have to have at least the top four buttons undone and sport some chest hair to go with." she said. "OH and it would totally require a gold watch." she nodded as if to confirm her point. Then she smiled, and took another sip of her drink. "You know, I never said I was from the future. Just that I was a time traveler." she said, tone not really noting either way if she was just going along with the silliness of the conversation or if there was something true about it. Though really, she didn't think most people would ever buy actual time travel. She barely bought it and she'd done it. "Though I come from a land far far away where things kinda sucked so a crazy-high guru from my past showed up and turned me on to this place. You know the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland? Like him only not a caterpillar. Because that would be creepy, no matter how stoned you get. Figured what the hell, I'd check it out, see what the drinks were like, see if I can't start up some useless, ridiculous collection to fill shelves with. Any suggestions?"

He eyed her a little, starting to err on the side of her not bullshitting, even if everything was said fairly lightly and jokingly. He used those techniques enough himself to know when they were being flipped back at him. "That so? So.... You're a time traveler from a hell hole. Why here? And how do I know you're not some scary type come to take over our nice calm world?" he teased, keeping up the joke.

She set her drink down, shrugging. "When one's personal non-caterpillar of weird spiritual quest assignments comes along, you just go where he says and call it good." she said. "And you don't know that I'm not a scary type coming to take over your nice calm world. I could be! I haven't decided yet. I mean, 'Evil Overlord of the Universe' was what my high school aptitude test said I'd be best at, but I don't know, my second highest was a shrubber, and who doesn't like pruning little bushes?" she asked. "It was that, or I go out on a limb and throw it all away to become a groupie of some description. I'd really need to find a good band though and I don't think there's been anyone out there that hasn't kinda sucked in one way or another in a long ass time."

"Never had the patience for pruning myself. And see, there I go again - just add that to the list of things I can't do, will you." And hey, she could give it to his little brother - might prove a thing or two. though, knowing Caleb, he'd probably just roll his eyes and say that they were just inconsequential things anyhow. There was no pleasing some people. "Okay, so you're a superhero evil overlord. I'll have to watch my step around you, I can tell... But better evil overlord than groupie. Groupie are just scary. At least you can sometimes reason with an evil overlord. And they scream less."

"Most people do watch their step around me. I'm told I can be unpredictable." she said, taking another healthy drink from her glass, and it was getting low. Her problem was she didn't like alcohol that wasn't good tasting. But that meant her drinks were tasty and meant she wanted to drink them faster. Which left her with a tumbler of vaguely pink ice in fairly short order. "Evil Overlords are very easy to reason with. They're extremely up front, they just want to rule the world and they're not afraid to tell you all about it. Sure, people could complain about their unethical treatment of animals, sharks with laser beams attached to their heads is really hard on the shark, and hungry mutated puppies are just something that makes people want to burst into hysterical tears, but still. Generally speaking, Evil overloards are straight forward folk who are just very goal-oriented." she said with a firm nod. "That said, groupies are scary."

"You know where you are with an evil overlord. I mean, hell - it says it right there in the title. They're evil. They're overlords - what more do you want? Groupies? Well, clearly by the same rules, they move in packs. And the mob is always unpredictable, because they only have the intelligence of their stupidest member. Which really doesn't count for much - there are some very stupid people out there. So, nature-girl, am I right? Are you an evil overlord? because, have to warn you - I don't take orders very well," Mathias teased.

She laughed a little. "No? Not the falling into line type? So if I do happen to be taking up Evil Overlordry and was looking for my number two, I shouldn't consider you for the job? Not that I'm sure I'd consider you in the first place...I mean there'd be all this training you'd have to go through...at the very least I'd insist you knew how to make a decent sex on the beach." she said. "I still haven't decided if I'm going to go into it. I keep hearing the dental plan is shit." she tipped her glass back to capture a piece of ice, since she had no drink left. "That said, why are you warning me? Think that I'd automatically consider you for my legions of terror?"

"Well, if you didn't recruit me, you just know I'd turn out to be the guy with the special birthmark and the destiny to overthrow you. And I always think it's a better plan to get those types on side right at the get go, really get them working with the system, give them no reason to want to overthrow you. Makes life easier in the long run and you save all that time on coming up with elaborate schemes to kill me in ways where I always have an over-the-odds chance of escape," he pointed out. "Of course, it's either that, or you could try and kill me now. Get it over with."

"I could, but then I'd be really bored and would have to go back to house-shopping." she said, shrugging after she appeared to think about it. "There's the other plot twists we could throw in too though. Like you just not being able to overthrow me because I'm so cute and loveable." she offered. "I mean, who else are you going to have conversations like this with? Plus, I'm already one up, I sang you a love song upon first meeting you. That'll have to come in sometime as well. Otis Redding'll have to play at some poignant time in the story, just so you can remember that in some soft-lit flashback montage. But just in case that doesn't work, do you have any interestingly shaped birth marks I should know about?"

Mathias smiled wickedly. "Well, as a matter of fact, yes I do - but it's not something I can show you here," he told her. Okay, so whilst he was self-assured enough to drop his trousers in public to show off the devil-mark, it wasn't something he actually tended to do on a regular basis. "And, okay - cute, loveable and requiring of flashbacks. You know, this whole 'hero' thing's starting to sound like work..."

"Well, that's because it is. You should just save yourself the time and sign up for my legions of terror right now." she told him with a shrug, signaling for another drink. "It'll be more fun, all the flashback montages will be done to zippy guitar riffs or heavy metal, and you still get to bask in the glory of cute loveable me in the bargain. Granted you have to bow to my whims or suffer my wrath, but my whims are so far fairly tame. Like wanting another drink, or musing about the availability of stargazer lilies this time of the year."

"Stagazer lillies, huh? They a favourite of yours or something?" he asked her, wondering absently if she thought he was seriously chatting her up. If she expected something. It was all one and the same to Math - he'd learned his lesson with Olivia and he wasn't going to try that again. He was just going to be himself, nothing more, nothing less. Twice he'd tried for something more than normal and both times it had ended spectacularly badly. So, he'd flirt with everything that moved, and not try and change his behaviour dependent on interest levels on either side. he just was who he was. He wanted a bit of fun - the only time he'd be more serious was when he had an agenda.

"Yep. They're my favorite." she said with a nod. "So if you ever really fuck up or something, you'll know what kind of flower to start the suckup with." she said nonchalantly, starting on her second drink. For her part in the equation, she wasn't actually considering whether or not he was really trying to put the moves on her. She was just having a conversation, herself. An entertaining one, and she appreciated that, especially since a lot of people couldn't keep up with a conversation of this type and he rolled with it well. But other than that, she was just hanging out, having a ridiculous time. She wasn't seriously hitting on him, but then, it took a bit to catch Kayos' attention in that manner. So as far as she was concerned...all was fair in friendly, entertaining banter.

That kind of information was, in fact, the type of thing that Mathias tended to remember and keep filed away. he had a web of contacts throughout the world, most of whom he'd walked out on at one time or another as he'd had to leave town sharpish, and he'd learned a long time ago now that knowing how to worm your way back into someone's affections was worth its weight in gold. More so at times. He liked to keep people on side. "Stargazers, check. Not a problem. Anything else I should know in that area?" he asked, since it was open right now.

She thought about it. "My favorite color is blue?" she suggested. "Oh and skip any poetry or whatever, that's all pretty cheesy and I wouldn't know a good poem if it bit me on the ass in the first place. I'm more a girl you get flowers and bullets for, as opposed to flowers and chocolates with sappy prose scrawled on the card."

"Bullets? So, you're an armed evil overlord then?" he asked, catching onto that and cocking an eyebrow. He took a sip of the drink he'd been slowly getting through and tried to predict the response he was likely to get.

"A girl can't be too careful these days." Was her answer to that. She did carry. Her gun just happened to be an old revolver, a .38 special snubnose one to be exact. And it happened to be blue and purple, with pretty engravings all over it. Because of it's color, most people thought it was a toy--which was half the point. "Especially one who's considering the evil career track." Which she wasn't. Though she knew like anyone who took things into their own hands and those things occasionally required ventilation by three rounds to the back of the head, there were always going to be people who thought she was.

"Considering? And here was I thinking that you were already there," Mathias mused. "So, gun-girl, you found some place to stay now that you've landed in the emerald city?" he asked her, trying to put the pieces of this one together, but coming to the conclusion he was still short three corner bits.

She shook her head and wrinkled her nose. "Not yet." she said. "I was supposed to have a place to stay? But my partner's I'm guessing woman was a million shades of unhappy with the idea of...I think me breathing. Yeah, I'm kind of under the impression my breathing is offensive to her. Or maybe I'm just being overly dramatic, but you ever got the stink eye from someone who's projecting 'who the fuck're you and why are you in my territory'?" She knew that one well, she'd had to deal with twitches from a werewolf when Doc had dated one back in the day. People seemed to really not get the 'partners' thing. They were close, they were best friends, they knew more about each other than they probably wanted to, they'd never ditch one another and bla bla bla...that didn't mean they were fluffy in zomg!twoo wuv! Or that they were secretly screwing. Kayos never quite latched onto a good way of diffusing that, so she just altered locations. It worked better that way.

Mathias smirked - an evil look on him, but one that he managed to make work for him. "Yeah, I've met one or two of that type in the past," he agreed. Somehow, even the most mild mannered and generally least jealous-tended partners occasionally had a problem with Mathias being around. He'd say he didn't understand why, but that would be a downright lie.

She quirked a little half smirk back at him. "Well, she's definitely one of those. Like not so nicely covered pissed tone and demeanor, and she was kind of using my presence to take shots at him where things really probably shouldn't be brought up? I don't know. It sucked. I was out of there as soon as I could be, and he's said I can still stay there and all but yeah that's so not happening. So, I was wandering around town looking for someplace to hang my hat. If I had one. I was thinking about a fedora."

"Sounds like your partner's girl's a real keeper - he a time traveler as well?" Mathias asked her, raising an eyebrow. He'd already assumed that she meant partner in the non-romantic sense, but that did, of course, clash with the diea that she was just spun here from some other when. Unless the town was being invaded by a whole host of time travelers. Course, it seemed to have been invaded by everything else recently, so why not!

"If he is, he's left that part out." Kayos said. "Plus, I don't think that he's got a hidden cache of sports almanacs in a closet somewhere." she said. "I probably would have noticed or somesuch. And there'd be some huge eyesore of a hotel in the middle of town with Billy Zane guarding the front door." Which there wasn't...though there was this place. "As for his woman...the man's always had dodgy taste in females." she said, shaking her head.

"I take it that you've always been exempt from that?" Mathias mused, finishing off the rest of his drink just as the barman drew out the bottle to give him a refill - they knew each other well enough for the guy to know that one. "No, there's not hotel-come casino here. This really is as good as it gets. And the owner's a woman, not a guy," he told her.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I've never dated me, so I couldn't tell you if I'm dodgy or not." Kayos commented. "I'd say I don't count, but only because I'm not generally psycho or anything. Evil tendencies aside." she amended. "And hey, as long as it isn't some big fat asshole with hairy shoulders I think the world's a better place." She drank a little more of her drink, and started contemplating continuing her hunt for some building to buy and renovate. As fun as this was, she knew she had shit to do, and drinking with Math here wasn't actually on her agenda.

"I don't think you're allowed to pass judgment on yourself," Math informed her, sagely. Or almost - there was a twinkle behind his eye. "I think the most you can do is take yourself out of the running - big and hairy or not..."

"You can only pass judgment on yourself if you have a very objective sort of eye, and can handle it when people look at you like you're an idiot and point out everything you missed." Kayos said. "But I don't know you well enough for you to point out my glaring flaws. So, I guess we'll have to wait on that score. Though...I should probably get going. Housing arrangements don't find themselves." she told him. "But you've been a welcome distraction for a while, I appreciate that, Slick."

"Anytime, cocktail-girl," Mathias said, easily, not too bothered that she was leaving him - the people he talked to round here tended to come and go anyhow. That was just the way it worked - he rarely got into long, serious conversations with the punters. "See you around, maybe," he suggested.

"Small town...stranger things have happened." she said, hopping down from the barstool. "Anyways, have a nice rest of the day and all. I'd give you some kind of fortune cookie based wisdom to live by but I'm out at the moment, so you'll have to wait til next time." she told him as she headed off, not looking back at all as she exited. Well he'd been a nice distraction from the issues she was having with her day, at least. So that was a point in the good column.