<blockquote><div><cite>bubble_dragon wrote:</cite><br/>"Why do you think I sell reform potions at such a low mark-up? Even during a night like this, most people are going to only have one meal, but they'll have a lot of drinks."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Chris grinned and nodded. "That's pretty shrewd alright. The security kept anything too rowdy down though." He smirked. "Though it's lucky we didn't play Dyers Eve. They wouldn't have survived the mosh."<br/><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>She slid over a waterproof ziplock bag. "... your payment for tonight, and the contract we discussed earlier. If you're thinking of starting merchandising, come talk to me. But for now, go, enjoy yourselves."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Chris's grin grew to sharkesque proportions as she slid over the bag, which he picked up and handed to Ptricia, before turning around and bowing slightly to the shark. "Thank you. I really appreciate this." He nodded at the end of her speech, turning back around. "Let's get outta here. I need to cool off in the dressing room for a while."