Eothain is fresh out of fucks to give. (eothain) wrote in valarlogs,
He definitely is rocking a week's worth of night sweat smell and some crusty spots of skin funk. Now with a layer of Dorito dust. At least the dust's not smeared on the crotch of his pants, since he's been known to just grab down there and itch at that bad boy he's packing. So far so good. There were no smears on the front of those jeans. Yet. Unfortunate Fact: there was always a yet.
Wait. Did she say 'lure them in'? Eothain's grasp of math was rudimentary, but even he could put two and two together and come up with some sort of answer. Unfortunately, the answer was skeezy. As usual.
"Oh. So you're a hooker. Sweeeeeeeeeeeet." He did the entire exchange one handed and crammed the money into a pocket. No way was he dropping his chips or trusting anyone to hold the bag, either. "How much you charge for a blow. I mean, shit no. I'm not paying for one right now. I got one last night from the ex-girlfriend. I'm getting a fucking free ride while I can, before I haul balls out of there. Otherwise, she'll think I'm staying."
He let out a long pfffffffffft like the hell if that was ever happening.