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[quinientos]

[It's very sad how proud he is that he's figured out his little phone, but that's just one part of modern society that he's got down pat. The other is one that's long overdue, because his shirt is still blood-stained, starting to tear at the seams, and no matter how he tries to save it, it's no use.]

Hello anyone who's listening. I have a little problem that could use solving and I have just enough money to make it worth someone's while. Maybe you can see, but I don't exactly have very nice clothes for these days, hoping that someone could take pity and show me what it is people wear.

[Normal people, not the kind who he's seen around.]

There's some cash in it for you. Maybe a good drink? Whatever you find best, but it only happens after you help me.

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[quinientos]

Is that English? I don't think that's English.

text > video.

[dedikated]

( oh, ffs. hold on.

Hey, dude. She's... looking a little worse for wear, but she's in a bar so what do you expect? )

Said you could jus' go naked. No one'll complain.

( Does she look irritable about having to switch to video? Maybe. Or maybe it's something else, but who knows. Her voice is holding some sort of bitter note to it, that's all that can definitely be said. )

[quinientos]

[He nearly recoils back when he sees her for the first time, not really because of what she's saying, but because of the fact that she looks not so good.]

What happened to you? Also, I think I might complain about being naked all the time. It's not exactly a good option.

[He raises a brow and studies the surroundings, giving a mild scoff.] Drinking?

[dedikated]

That case... Jeans. T-shirt. Summat tight.

( KATE...
And wow rude. Are you saying you've never had a bit of bloodshot eyes or general alcohol-fueled dishevelment going on?

But, in response to the question, she just quickly switches the camera to show the half-drank pint in front of her. )

What do you think?

( Obviously )

[quinientos]

[ It is true that he likes tight pants, seeing as his trousers aren't exactly very loose, but his shirt is. There's no real in between and he raises a brow to give her a dubious look, glancing to the alcohol and then to her general state. ]

I don't know what jeans are. T-shirts, are those the things with half a sleeve? They look very comfortable, but not very flattering.

[ And he is, still, a touch of a peacock when it comes to wanting to show off. ]

[dedikated]

( MMMMM how to explain jeans. )

Shit I've been wearin' every time we met. ( Because she pretty much lives in denim of some description. ) And s'always vests if you wanna show off your arms.

( S H R U G. There's plenty of flattering top options really. )

[quinientos]

Those blue things? Those are jeans?

[He makes a little impressed face, because honestly, it's not so bad of an option, now that he thinks about it. He could do with vests too, because he already has the one good leather vest, he wouldn't mind some more.]

Okay, so jeans and shirts and vests. Do you know where I would get those things?

[dedikated]

Shops.

( Really, Vasquez? :| )

Not hard to find if you look 'round th' middle of town.

( We're sorry about her crabby, drunken ass. SIGH )

[quinientos]

Shops? How would the makers know what size to make them?

[Maybe he's still too stuck in the past and thinking about seamstresses and other people who will make things specifically for him, but he can't get his head around clothing shops. That, and most of the time in town, he gets distracted by a nice bar.]

Do you just buy them and hope?

[dedikated]

( Well, the bar she can understand. )

Make different sizes. Pick summat out and try it on.

( D u h. )

[quinientos]

You've lost me again.

[Who would ever let someone try on something if you weren't going to buy it? This is just another thing he doesn't understand, something he probably should've figured out by now, but he hasn't.]

Try on, how? Why would they let you?

[dedikated]

( Excuse the frustrated groan, but she's... not that patient even when she's sober. )

Fuck. We'll just go shoppin' sometime. When're you free?

( Isn't it easier this way? )

[quinientos]

I take two jobs a week, I drink most nights.

[Except this one, while he's sulking about his shirt being bloody.]

Anytime?

[dedikated]

Have Wednesdays off. Sound good?

( This is why she likes you, Vasquez. )

[quinientos]

Sounds like we have a deal. Maybe after, we can get a drink.

[Successful or not, he thinks that he's going to want a drink after having to endure so much future business.]

[dedikated]

Never gonna say no to that.

( Thank you, Vasquez. You know how to bribe a girl. )