When the chip was offered back Braxton simply expands the link some by wedging middle, and index fingers there, and slips it with his sparse hand neatly behind the skin of his wrist, and the cool metal of the link of his watch. His fingers tap away as the furry vixen talks. He does his best to pretend he's interested in what she says, but when he sees her gawk at the screen his hands are quickly vacuumed up from the space. Jetted to the top, and shutting it. Guilty as a reclusive teenager trying to hide information from parental eyes. The glimpse of the screen she would get was a lime green font, and black background. The words were all tech related a string of commands he was issuing to shut the neighboring shops internet down. It was a bit flashier move that he hadn't intended to do, but this bartender wasn't as gullible as he had expected. Credits were in need of if he was going to be charged. He thought this would be an easy in, and out sort of gig. Leech the wifi for a few hours, maybe see some free titties. Even in his head he knew the idea was too good to be true. "Ha.ha.. you're hilarious."<br/><br/>Faking a smile at the creature that props herself on his table-side after denying him request of a dance. He wants to mutter 'Ingrate' at her insult towards him being unable to afford a dance. Now he just wanted to pay for one to spite her, but he knew it wasn't wise. The want to bitch her out, and say the only reason he's buying a drink in the first place is because she's harassing him about credits, and he could damn well afford a dance if he wanted, nor sought one! "I was thinking it's about a cat who doesn't know her place.. I'm the customer I can well enough decide what I want, if I do, correct..?" He asks rhetorically as agile digits grab the shot glass, and he rises it to his lips. Downing the entirety of the liquid in a single venture.<br/><br/>With Rix in charge back at home he knew everything in his quadrant of the galaxy was going to go haywire. A war might be started with his organization over night. The pea brained assistant of his couldn't go a day without suggesting some form of combat, and from what he heard earlier it was no indicator of anything good. His face is a lot colder than it was before, and hazel spheres have a fire behind them as he sets the shot glass down, and gulps down the remainder of the putrid liquid. "Now..do I need to get your manager, or will you give me a dance after all..? You came over so eagerly to greet me.. least you can do is some show generosity to a paying customer.." Braxton narrows his spheres making it clear to the woman. He was just doing this to get even. Sure if he saw some tits, or nudity it may spark a primal reaction- but he wanted to show he was in control. Relinquishing freedom was something the young adult wasn't comfortable with in any capacity.<br/><br/>Eyes drift to a extra terrestrial looking being that ventures in. She's a looker. A lot more than the dancer that was working, but beggars couldn't be choosers. "You know where my chip is, don't you?" Eyebrow cocks in inquistive nature to a question he knows she knows the answer to. "I'll give you a tip if you reach down, and get it." his eyes stopping at the valley of her breasts making it clear his intent. He wanted her to lean down so he could get a better look at what he was purchasing from the dancer. "Make it worth my while, you know..?"