[ Sam gives the bartender a look, brows raised, tips his head--just barely--at the girl, and that's that. When the guy rings up the tab, it'll be Sam's credits that get spent.
He raises his glass in a silent toast to her, salud y felicidades, and tries to remember how long it's been. ]
Month, maybe a month and a half? Long enough to blend in some.
[ Long enough to get punched by his brother, get dragged into the back room of a mob-owned casino, suss out the redlight district, make some friends and some enemies, and a hell of a lot more. ]
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He raises his glass in a silent toast to her, salud y felicidades, and tries to remember how long it's been. ]
Month, maybe a month and a half? Long enough to blend in some.
[ Long enough to get punched by his brother, get dragged into the back room of a mob-owned casino, suss out the redlight district, make some friends and some enemies, and a hell of a lot more. ]
Whaddaya think of the place?