[ The man at the bar is dressed sharper than anybody in New Reno has any right to, with slickly coiffed hair and a neat, tailored suit. The pattern on it feels familiar in a way Len can't quite place, but it's a vague uneasiness that he swiftly ignores in favor of basking in the kinds of compliments he doesn't often receive after taking the stage. Star act. Platinum performance. Said with the cadence and confidence of a salesman, but but it does make Len curious about what exactly he's selling.
The expensive cigar, clean clothes, and handful of caps casually tossed onto the counter pique his interest more than they have any right to. Len's gaze darts quickly to them with a hunger every down-on-his-luck bastard knows, before he slides back into eye contact. ]
Opener doesn't get bar credit. [ He volunteers, teasing out the intent. ] You from California?
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The expensive cigar, clean clothes, and handful of caps casually tossed onto the counter pique his interest more than they have any right to. Len's gaze darts quickly to them with a hunger every down-on-his-luck bastard knows, before he slides back into eye contact. ]
Opener doesn't get bar credit. [ He volunteers, teasing out the intent. ] You from California?