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The men sat back, imbibing and giving their ocular muscles an exercise before the woman remarked and Mavis put his chunky hands together like some fat kid about to get desert. “I handle some good businesses around these parts.” The Azric shot an eye to over to Michael.

“I’m sure we can have one for you,” Mavis said dryly as a hand slid onto the table as bills came to the board. “Not many looking for a whole ounce huh, oh you must be quite the party girl.”

Michael kept his tongue, partly to finish off the last of his drink, before putting the empty glass onto the table. “There’s still a few left, somewhere. Ratter did the run today last.” He said, quickly shoring off any responsibility on the lackluster prick. He chewed on his lip in a few moments, enjoying the frustrated look Mavis suddenly got as he turned to Ratter and left Michael to eye the Taihjan.

“Well’ve we got any left, son?”

“Yeah, yeah of course!”