Eothain is fresh out of fucks to give. (eothain) wrote in valarlogs,
C'mon now! If you're high as hell, then it takes a lot of concentration to play guitar and sing at the same time. It must look like it would take a lot of concentration to count money out too, because Eothain simply shrugged that off like it was no big. That wad of cash felt about right.
"Truth? Kinda. It's the flannel." He took out a cigarette and lit up, offering the open pack to her if she wanted one. "So. Are you? If you are, that's hot. I'm ok with watching if you are. And hey, it works one time out of every fifty something times that I ask. Don't blame me for trying."
And that, friends, is because Eothain knew a lot of very questionable ladies in colorful professions. Or really down and dirty dreary professions, who were willing to make some trades for stuff. He liked it better when there weren't any dangers of entanglements happening, and long term anythings weren't even an option. But? At least he's persistent enough to know that one out of fifty times, he might get a bite.