<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Original</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=255198.msg12631815#msg12631815">Quote from: KirbysFolly on 07-09-2016, 12:54:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">From the corner of her eye, Jessie could see Angie pull out her cellphone, as she slipped it under the table and began fiddling with it. Liam looked over at Angie's classmate, a somewhat uncomfortable look on his face. For her part, Angie's classmate looked over at Jessie, seemingly annoyed. At Jessie's casual mention of running somebody over though, she seemed to think better of saying anything, opting instead to blink and lean back in her seat before digging her own phone out.<br/><br/>Liam laughed at her questions, shifting the package under one arm. "Oh you should have heard! He was spooked bad, first he said a bear. Then he said it must have been a deer. But I mean, way too big for a deer, you know? So then we asked where he found a deer 8 feet tall, and now he says a moose. I don't think he ever hit anything before, you know? Shit, first time I hit a deer I freaked out. Third time, I got mad I'd have to call my insurance!" Liam lived out past Rook's End, and it seemed like he hit more deer in his off-hours than most of the rest of the crew had hit in their lifetimes. Somehow he still got to drive a van. "Nah, he'll be okay. He's young, right?" Liam was also barely 28. "Hey, you know, they've sent me out to worse places. Wikkers said he'd be timing me though. That old bastard hasn't had fun since 'Nineteen Ohhh-Two,' I hear." If there was something Liam was good at, aside from vehicular-manslaughtering deer, it was imitating Wikkers' voice. The old bastard description fit the manager perfectly, and he had an exciting habit of sticking around well after any sane person would have left for the day.<br/><br/>"Speaking of, I'd probably better go find somebody to foist this on. Catch ya later?" He began wandering off in the direction of the bar, near the STAFF door.<br/><br/>As Liam wandered off, the bartender, a tanned Latina woman wearing a bright-yellow pin reading 'Mrs. Goodbar' made her way over to the table, carrying a small tray. She set it down, and scooted a shot glass in front of each of the women at the table, despite the no-alcohol-on-Tuesdays-and-Thursdays thing they had going on every Tuesday. And Thursday. "Compliments of Management," she said with a wink. "Who, and this seemed to be important to mention, is that cute reed of a man who just ducked in the back. You ladies have a good night, let me know if there's anything I can do." With a smile, she left to return to her post.<br/><br/>Angie picked up her glass and sniffed it suspiciously. "Uh, is this alcohol? They checked our IDs. And I thought they didn't even serve any tonight."<br/><br/>Her classmate simply picked hers up and downed it with a barely audible "Score!"<br/><br/>For her part, Nadia picked it up and swallowed it immediately, then coughed lightly, before looking at Angie's. "Hey, if you don't want yours, I'll take it." She looked more troubled than excited to Jessie.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><br/>Jessie grunted in response to the description of the shifting description, her mind suddenly flashing back to what she had run over.  Still, what were the odds that two people at the same company would run over a monster...  She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind, and to slow her pounding heart, as she listened to Liam continue.  She gave a soft laugh at his imitation of Wikkers, then gave him a way as he headed off.<strong>"Later, don't do anything that I wouldn't do."</strong><br/><br/>Jessie hadn't noticed a cute reed of a man, though her eyes did flicker towards the back.  With a shrug, she took her own shot and tossed it back.  She hadn't been the one to drive here.  Only after it was downed did she notice Angie's mood, and thumped down into her seat and leaned over to talk to her friend more quietly.<br/><br/><strong>"Something wrong?"</strong>