<span class="bbc_u">Jerry</span><br/><br/>The khaki twins do not quite leer  in a predatory manner.  Not quite.  But they get awfully close, even considering the sunglasses.<br/><br/>"So...not battle ready."<br/><br/>"Not battle ready at all.  We were<em>misinformed</em>."  Something about the way the guy says that last word seems to signal that someone, most likely Dreg, is in for a world of hurt.  "What of your companions?"<br/><br/>"Yes.  What of your companions?  They may be of sufficient utility."<br/><br/>"Introduce us, if you would.  We are willing to offer compensation for your assistance."<br/><br/>Yikes.  These guys need to work on their closing pitch.<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Crystal, Kendra, and Celes</span><br/><br/>The server giggles, flirts back, but more or less brushes you off in a way that leaves you feeling not rejected so much as being something incredibly fun and tempting that she just can't take the time to enjoy.  She does bring the plate of cherries, as requested, and returns maybe a little more often than expected to make sure your beverages are topped off.  At least once you catch her trying to enjoy a glimpse down someone's cleavage...but every time she starts to linger someone back in the kitchen hollers for her and off she goes.<br/><br/>The black-skinned, pointy eared lass who invites herself to join your table a few minutes later?  Might be another story.  Her garb screams Line Walker...<br/><br/>"Allo, mes cheries!  What brings you to dis 'ere 'umble wide spot in de road?"  She grins, white teeth against pure black skin.  "An' all dis talk about a hot bath and some rope!  We gots some<em>fillettes mechantes</em>, no?"