Sammy wrote: ↑
Tue Mar 20, 2018 9:51 pm
"You know," Eva began, taking in Andy's appearance with a very sympathetic grimace, "I'm not sure I've seen the face beneath those shiners more than once or twice. It's basically a fashion statement at this point. You really ought to think about firing your Avalon welcoming committee." Despite the seemingly lighthearted joke, there was a touch of genuine concern in the woman's eyes, not that she would ever admit to it. "Either that, or maybe start trying a little harder not to upset the kind of people who are happy to hand out beatings like that on the regular," she paused, tapped her fingers lightly on the surface of the bar for a moment or two and gazed ever so innocently at nothing in particular, "You want to tell me who did it?" The tone of Eva's voice seemed
innocuous enough but there was a certain edge to it that might be picked up on by people who knew her well.
Leaving Andy to ponder the question and their potential implications, the bar owner grabbed a large tumbler, filled it with ice and placed it in front of the woman. "Are you sure
you want the Catian? It's going to sting that lip like an absolute bitch. I mean, it'll clean it up nice but it's really going to hurt," Eva turned to grab the bottle in question all the same, anticipating Andy's answer even before she'd voiced it. This wasn't the first time they'd gone through these particular
hoops, after all.
"I just have to drink through the pain wall until everything stops hurting," Andy replied, smiling with her blackened eyes if not with her lips. "It's a bit like running a marathon. 'Sides, it's a good kind of pain. A cleansing pain. Trust me chick, I have this down to an art form." With a sigh, she turned her thoughts to Eva's other comments. "Let's just call it an occupational hazard," she shrugged her shoulders, letting out a gentle groan at the movement and poking tentatively at her ribs. "As for the who, well, you know as well as I do that the only thing people here hate more than being screwed over is being snitched on and I am many
things but a rat's not one of them and you've got a worrying look in your eye. Last thing I want is you getting in any bother 'cause I can't keep myself out of shit."
Glassdoor wrote: ↑
Tue Mar 20, 2018 11:03 pm
Still, Patch from after the Crash held one syringe out to Andromeda. "This... should help with the bruises. And... other wounds. Works very quickly." The miners that rescued him accepted one as payment (with unusually big grins on their faces) and Patch hoped one of those would cover his tab in the bar. He had no idea idea how much they were worth.
It took a moment for Andromeda to register that the man was talking to her and, when it finally had, she turned to face the stranger with a look of undisguised surprise. She looked from the syringe to Patch and back again before glancing back at Eva with a raised eyebrow though whether for explanation or reassurance, it was unclear. Realising that it might seem that she was being rude, she returned her attention to the man offering her the syringe, held up her hands and managed an approximation of a smile.
"I - eh - that's really nice of you, Sir but, for one, that syringe is worth way more than you ought to be spending on a total stranger. Under normal circumstances I'd have that out of your hand and get it straight up to the market but some of Eva's good nature tends to rub off on me when I'm in here. Secondly, I'd have already done something about the pain but... well, if the people I pissed off see me looking peachy keen in a few hours they'll feel forced to remind me why pissing them off isn't a great idea and, at the minute, my memory is pretty fresh on that score. Thanks, though."
"Eva, you need to teach this guy a few things or he aint gonna last two minutes on Avalon," Andy murmured to the bar owner in a very low voice as she looked expectantly for her drink.