Fortunately for Piers, Mya never tired of listening to a new story. People and their experiences were fascinating. She sipped her drink and listened. “Being military, you were probably under US laws, instead of Kuwait’s.” That was the only logical explanation she could think of, anyway. She nodded her agreement with his philosophy about making your own good times. “That’s what I always say and people look at me like I have six heads or something.”
“If that’s the case, then Jaswinder would be in control of the points system, not me. It’d be easier to earn points from her. The number of letters in my first name puts everyone at a disadvantage. Hence why I’m a tough judge.” A nod that said so there. “As for impressing me, it differs from person to person. No two people are alike. Besides that, if I told you, it’d be too easy to earn the points.”
“Lucky coin, huh? So you’re hoping it’ll work in your favor when I toss it.” She gave him a sly look, then laughed. “Or arrested for prostitution. Since you’d be handing that eighteen-year-old coin over to the bartender for a drink. Or would that be human trafficking? Hmm.” She pursed her lips in thought.
“Tails is snobbery,” she said before glancing at the coin. Her brows rose. “And it’s heads, Kennedy.”
Mya weighed his answer and thought about how many points to give him. “Sixteen points. I haven’t really settled into one specific job yet. I do go out scavenging for supplies, though. But cleaning’s what I find myself doing the most. You’d be amazed at the messes people leave around just because they can. As if this place wasn’t a sty on its own.”
“Maybe you should stop carrying around this lucky coin, if you want to stand a better chance of finding a challenge,” she suggested, smirking at him.