The middle aged man, who could have passed for an accountant or music teacher, smiled and shrugged when she spoke of returning the favor saying in an amiable way, "I did promise Tricia we'd go to the Keys for New Year." His words were a conversational explaination of what any money might go towards. His face darkened for a half second when Analise spoke in such broad ways about her purchase preference. He shoot her an appraising look as wariness flashed in his eyes as he tried to figure out if he'd caught a wiff of bacon in the air.<br/><br/>It was her street savy, self assured  smirk that won him over. Had she gotten defensive or cagey he might have let things drop figuring better to lose a potential customer then end up busted by a Narc. He could see she was a bit strung out and desperate, in many ways exactly the sort of person he was used to dealing with. When she asked for a price he named one that was neither a rip off nor rock bottom, 'friends and family' pricing. He may like her, but he doesn't know her so well.  Paying him will use up whatever money she has on her, but she knows the rush will be worth it.<br/><br/>Salai made it to the door of the pub and stepped through it into the cold night air with a certain spring in his step. He held the door open for a trio of twenty/teen sorority girls, they were wearing their Letters, one of whom squeeled and laughed and gave him a too warm hug. He was a little stiff, but not self consciously so, hugging her back politely even though he hadn't exactly invited the embrace. Her friends called to her and when she didn't follow, one of them walked back to the door and pried her off him. Salai said something to the friend, who nodded as her friend pouted like a spoiled little brat whose trying WAY too hard to be irresistable. Her frustration at not wrapping Salai around her little finger was evident, but she allowed herself to be shepparded into the pub by her friends. Shaking his head, Salai crossed the street and making his way towards the bench Analise was sitting at with a friend.<br/><br/>The man nodded and drew something out of the pocket between them and showed it to Analise. It was a small ziplock baggie with an assortment of red and blue gel caps. "He's blue, of course, and she's red," he explains softly in a voice that doesn't carry. He doesn't hand the gear over, not until she shows him she can pay. In fact, as he's waiting for that he makes the stuff disapear the way a magcian does when doing upclose magic.