[ Len's gaze follows the man's gesture toward the stage, wrapped in salvaged chain link and saturated with every liquid an irritable audience can get its hands on. It's never been the classiest joint but it's the only joint for miles, and Len has seen how tall the walls around Vegas, stuffed to the brim with enviable venues and quality entertainment. Never had nearly the caps to pay for admission, but its glittering lights are a beacon across southern Nevada. Even the Reno junkies talk about it with veiled admiration.
Hard to imagine what a stage there might look like, without a buffer of wire to prevent the beer bottles from cracking his skull. The clientele are probably nicer, but getting out of this sizzling shithole is a tall order in itself. ]
Um.
[ He suddenly feels woefully inadequate in spite of the moderate success he's had here, what little he's been able to earn to keep himself afloat. ]
...I dunno. Yeah, I guess? [ He chews the inside of his cheek for a moment, eyeing the bigwig with noticeable wariness. ] So what is it you're selling?
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Hard to imagine what a stage there might look like, without a buffer of wire to prevent the beer bottles from cracking his skull. The clientele are probably nicer, but getting out of this sizzling shithole is a tall order in itself. ]
Um.
[ He suddenly feels woefully inadequate in spite of the moderate success he's had here, what little he's been able to earn to keep himself afloat. ]
...I dunno. Yeah, I guess? [ He chews the inside of his cheek for a moment, eyeing the bigwig with noticeable wariness. ] So what is it you're selling?