[VIDEO TRANSMISSION: ALPHA TRION'S QUADRANT]

[dinnerdate]

I'm not really expecting an answer, considering how most of you hate me... But uh. Don't suppose we're in need of a bartender? ...Maybe?



[PRIVATE TO: RUNG]
Rung.. uh, I was thinking. Well, uh could we talk.

Comments

i hit it by accideeeent

[dinnerdate]

So... I can have the job?

[He's not getting turned away immediately for his diet?

And don't mind if he just avoids the rest of the questions.]

I loved it

[raceme]

Yes, you can.

[His diet and all that is already discussed by the Law Committee, Blurr's not part of it. But you are allowed to miss work once if you are condemned to something, no worried DE!

Blurr knows he won't get an answer so he won't ask anymore.]

[dinnerdate]

I- that's it?

[He wasn't expecting this to go so well. Or be this easy.]

[raceme]

I can write a contract if you want.

[It's your lucky day, Dead End.]

[dinnerdate]

I- Well. Uh... If that's- necessary.

[raceme]

Not really, but I thought you might want one. Is up to you.

[dinnerdate]

Well- I...




I guess?

[raceme]

I will have it redacted tomorrow then.

[dinnerdate]

Alright... Thanks.

[raceme]

No problem.