She grinned and poured him his drink, as well as topping up the one she had been working on. "Well, I'm glad to see you're in a much better mood." she told him as she set the drink down in front of him. "And it looks nice." she told him, "I'm actually pleased I'm not a man." she told him with a laugh, "I like being able to go out, buy a dress and wear it that day if needed." She admitted. 

"Well most guys can but I've got extra long legs for someone of my height and my arms are longer too, a bit like a chimpanzee I suppose. If I try a suit that hasn't been tailored I get ankle swingers and cold wrists but the waist and chest will fit fine." He chuckled. "For what it's worth i think you'd look good in a suit, pinched at the waist to show off your figure of course." He pinched the cigarette between thumb and forefinger and took a manly drag. "To a good evening and better tomorrow." He said as he held the vodka up in toast.

She grinned and held up her glass, "I can drink to that." she told him before taking a swig of her drink. She thought for a second about what he said, "I probably would rock a suit." she told him, "But I suffer the same problem as you, my legs are freakishly short." She told him before glancing down at her short stubby legs. "Useless things, they are."

"They look fine to me..." he said allowing himself to take a quick admiring look. "Maybe we should have kids we'll balance each other out, my too long appendages versus your more modest ones must surely equal an extremely intelligent, good looking and well proportioned child?" He stuck his tongue out in jest and clinked g;asses with her before throwing the vodka back down the hatch. It was silky smooth.

She chuckled, "God, me with kids?" she said, "Could you even imagine?" She shook her head, "God, I couldn't think of a worse thing in the world." she admitted, "I can barely take care of myself or my businesses, a child..." she frowned, "It'd be dead in a month." she said with a laugh. 

"Oh I can imagine it, maybe one day eh!" He pushed his glass toward her and wiped the corner of his mouth. "Could I get another?" The cigarette was slowly burning away on the lip of the ashtray. "Anyway how's business going? I've not been here for a little while, still on the up and up?"

She shrugged, "I'll probably die before I have the chance." She told him, "Oh well, thats the life we lead, eh?" she added before grabbing the vodka and topping off his drink. "Business is business. I haven't been around much, what with the holidays and sorting some things out in the Headquarters for Honesty." She told him, "But I have a good feeling about the new year." She told him with a laugh. 

"I heard rumours you're stepping up your work rate.." He stopped and held up his hands... "It's ok, you don't have to confirm or deny anything, it's none of my business. Just glad you're doing well for yourself, from one friend to another. Maybe we should have another toast?" He raised his glass again. "We could do this all night."

The phone rang and she wandered off to take  call, after a few minutes she came back and laughed. "Actually, no, I'm stepping down my work rate." She told him as she leaned against the bar, "Honesty has promoted Clara to Right hand, so I'm just another pleb like you guys." She said with another laugh, "Looks like I'm going to have so much time on my hands."

He was shocked at the words coming out of her mouth, for a moment or two he just sat looking at her. "What.. do you mean.. Clara is the new Right Hand? What's happened?" Before he knew what he was doing he picked up the vodka and chugged all of it. "You are joking right?"

She chuckled, "I am not kidding, as if I would kid about such a thing." She shook her head and picked up her drink, taking a sip or four. "Its fine, Clara has done a lot of great things, I think she'd be a great fit for Honesty." she told Trevor with a smile, "And this means, I have even more time to devote to my businesses and other things." She took another sip of her drink and let out a rather unladylike burp, "Oh, excuse me." she said as her face turned bright red. 

She was very good at putting on a brave face, he'd seen it a few times before.. "You're taking it awfully well I must say.." He shook his head in disbelief "..come on Rayln, you don't have to pretend with me, are you ok? Like, what's he thinking?!!" His voice had wound up into a high pitch whine before he caught himself again. 

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Honestly? I'm perfectly fine." she told him, "I've been rushing around the country for weeks now, and with this..." she grinned, "I can take a vacation. I can sleep in. I can stay in one place for to long if it strikes my fancy." she nodded, "Most normal people would see this as a slap in the face, but me?" she asked him with a shake of her head, "I see this as a blessing to focus on whats really important."

He reached over the bar and grabbed the bottle of vodka, he felt comfortable enough to do so now. "Well I'm glad you feel that way, always try and look on the bright side of life." He poured himself another drink and made himself more comfortable. "So I guess it means we get to hang out more as plebs as you said. I'm all right with that." He punched the air in mock celebration. "Yeaah."

She laughed, her head tossed back. "You, there is something wrong with you." She said as she pointed a finger at him. "And I suppose, if you can manage to track me down." she told him, "I have lofty goals to open a business in Las Vegas next, which means I'll be all over this stupid country." she told him as she took another swig of her drink and then reached for the vodka to top up her glass, which was 90% Vodka and only 10% tonic at this point. "But yeah, we can hang out." she added. 

He turned his pockets inside out to show their bareness. "Las Vegas eh, are you paying? I seem to be going through a bit of a broke spell as you can see." He paused and then vocalized what was immediately on his mind. "Hey, would you like to see my elephant impression?"

She shook her head, quickly to the left and right, "Absolutely not, I would not like to see your elephant impression." She told him. 

She glanced at the vodka and realized hers was empty, so she reached out and stole his. 

"A wise choice Madame!" He laugh and tucked his pockets back in his trousers and poured himself another drink, to sip this time. "I was kidding though, I mean it wouldn't be very gentleman like would it. And I am aiming to be more of a gentleman these days." He nodded, his time as a vagabond was behind him now.

She chuckled, "I don't think you have it in you to be a gentleman." She told him as she leaned against the bar playing with the ice in her glass with a straw. "But then again, I don't think any man truly has that ability." she chuckled, "Most of you are a bunch of bastards." she said with a wink to show she was kidding, sort of. 

RazorRamon enters the bar, attracting much fanfare from the patrons as usual. He approaches the bar in his ring attire.

Hello, who can I speak to about scheduling an appearance at this establishment? I would like to do a meet-n-greet autograph signing for all my fans. I have so many that it would be good for business to book me here.

RazorRamon flexes.