[Ellie thinks back to his anywhere south of the border comment, briefly wonders if he's tasted the weird shit Tommy had talked about, back in the day.
She doesn't have a chance to ask right away, though. As they duck into the bar, the low murmur almost surprises her. It's a purely tactical statement, but the way he says it has her remembering the way Joel used to speak to her when he wanted her to be on guard.
Ellie shakes off the feeling and nods, doesn't question it. The bartender at this place does ID her, a small scan that reads over whatever it is they embedded in her skull. Every time someone checks her, Ellie wonders if Meadowlark's handiwork will hold. So far, it has.]
So what's the best stuff?
[Ellie tilts her head after they place their orders, leaning against the bar. It's a little sticky, and she tries to ignore that.]
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She doesn't have a chance to ask right away, though. As they duck into the bar, the low murmur almost surprises her. It's a purely tactical statement, but the way he says it has her remembering the way Joel used to speak to her when he wanted her to be on guard.
Ellie shakes off the feeling and nods, doesn't question it. The bartender at this place does ID her, a small scan that reads over whatever it is they embedded in her skull. Every time someone checks her, Ellie wonders if Meadowlark's handiwork will hold. So far, it has.]
So what's the best stuff?
[Ellie tilts her head after they place their orders, leaning against the bar. It's a little sticky, and she tries to ignore that.]
Those bottles of tequila with the snakes in them?