<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/Butterfly_brawler_female_tattoo.jpeg)</div><strong>Afternoon, The Guzzling Gal, Auburn</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Barcrew</strong><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328661.msg15770400#msg15770400">Quote from: Hexed on 27-02-2021, 04:59:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">[Witchsight? That supposed to be a dig at my eyes? Or that junk Ol' Twitchwig would ramble about whenever he found those mushrooms?]<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>|I mean your trick for seeing magickal shit, roomie.  Astral, is that it? The thing you do when you can tell a place is haunted.  Oh, while you're chatting with the boss, see if she has any suggestions for dealing with her <em>special</em> customers|</strong>replied Butterfly, still 'link-to-'link.<em>One thing I can say about the 'ware Stone fitted us with, makes it easier to type not needing fingers.</em>She glanced over to Stella briefly before saying aloud "You got this girlie, it's just another show."  The encouragement was, perhaps, undercut by the simultaneous text:<strong>|We're in the deep end now, and that means things may get hot.  The job is second to staying alive and intact, and we need to keep this gang happy with us if we want to get their anger directed at the targets.  I'm gonna be a shitty bodyguard and mingle a little, alright? But it's just a part of the act.  If I look distracted, don't sweat.  Your safeword is just the text 'help', on it's own, and I'll do my best to bail you out.  These fuckers might get rowdy, they might get handsy, and we might need you to ... tolerate that, or worse, to get the job done.  I'll do my best to make sure it doesn't get to that, but we got some shit intel and now we're ... being flexible.|</strong>Well, maybe the girl would find it exciting, inspiring.<strong>|We also need to make sure the driver has our backs, and, well, I'm not the one who should be negotiating with him.  I'm pretty shit at that.  If I remember the area right, if we go south on the 156 to the 410 interchange, then dogleg over to 512 that takes us out of 'Weener territory and into the targets.  Can you try 'n' get the driver to support?|</strong><br/><br/>Without waiting for a response - what she said wouldn't matter much to the right-now - she sauntered out of the back hall to the bar then signaled to the bartender's order-queue program for a bottled water, eyeing the 'Weeners prospectively as she walked.<br/><br/>Instead of heading for the bar for her drink, Butterfly went straight for the big ork throwing a his weight around, looking him up and down and getting a snapshot as she approached. She made a show of pulling her shades off and tucking them into a case in one of her many pockets, keeping her body language open and casual, as she addressed the bruiser.  "Hey big man, she'll be right out - she's just getting all made up for the show right now. You know artists, always wanting to look their best, right?" She tilted her head at him and smiled - she was clearly trying to be respectful, but there was something a little ... feral, maybe hungry, in that smile. "Irma ain't got that problem, Irma's chill with bein' a little<em>messy,"</em>she said, the subtle emphasis on messy carrying tones of sex and violence. "That's me - what c'n I call ya?"  She asked, her yellow eyes meeting his with respect, but no fear.<br/><br/>This approach was a bold,<em>bold</em>move, but without the bouncer or any of the other help, she figured if she didn't step in shit might escalate. Besides, this was a good way to start feeling out the crowd, and if she started at the pissants it'd have just been insulting. And she wanted to be respectful...<br/><br/>But she could<em>feel</em>the heat and hunger of Rage deep inside her.  She<em>wanted</em>a fight with these punks, she<em>wanted</em>to get stuck in.  She knew she'd be overwhelmed and she'd have to be cunning about it, but she wanted them to know how slotting<em>angry</em>she was that they had the temerity to be the wrong slotting gang in the wrong slotting place.  The furious heat of Rage was addicting, arousing, and she could feel the thud of her pulse as she approached another beast of the street.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC, info for Stella here</div><div class="spoiler_body">So, I'm making a few rolls here, but they'll be appended at the bottom.  First a list of the rolls and approaches<br/><br/>There's the interaction with the 'weener - I'm not sure whether respectful posturing is more Etiquette than Intimidate, but since we're all rough, muscly types here would 'intimidate' be a useful way to carry the subtext 'I'm kind of a bruiser myself, but I'll respect you?'<br/><br/>Here's my 6-pool intimidation roll, if you'll allow it.  My Etiquette pool would be one worse - I can either re-roll if you prefer, or you can just knock off one success. At 2021-03-16 11:29:32, Annaamarth (uid: 57335) rolls: 6d6 tn1: 5 Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152293) Lucky damn roll!<br/><br/>I'm gonna roll perception for the look, see if I can see any subtle signs of being a mage, decker, concealed weapons, tattoos, old injuries, how he carries himself, whatever.  Before the shades come off, use the commlink and simsense to take a triple-snapshot of him through the image-enhancement of the glasses, and then I'll be able to look over the shots further without making a show of examining him.<br/><br/>At 2021-03-16 11:33:44, Annaamarth (uid: 57335) rolls: 11d6 tn1: 5 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=152294) I forgot to remind it to send directly to you, Pix - it's the only perception roll in my immediate roll history, but I'll reroll it if you'd like.<br/><br/>I <em>was</em> going to try to negotiate with the driver, but since I don't even have the negotiation skill at all, I figured that would probably end poorly!  Snowdrop, halp!?<br/></div></div><br/>