"A private show, for a woman?!" The woman wasn't half bad, at the very least, she had a functioning tongue. First impressions were important after all, though the dancer apparently took it quite serious. Either that, or she was drunk, either worked. The words hit pretty hard and it made Samantha bite her lip in anger, though she calmed herself down rather quickly and decided to not make a big fuzz out of it and pull the woman by her shirt over the barbench. It was almost too tempting, but she managed to calm down.
"Now now, I thought prostitutes worked for those who payed, but I was apparently wrong"
She sighed and rested her elbows on the barbench, leaning forward, her fingers intertwining, letting the girl continue. "I'm sorry, you've got the wrong kind of establishment. I can offer you a drink though if you wish. If not, there's a shop with some food that has my name written all over it" Samantha sighed once again, annoyed. She didn't have all day, she wasn't one for the bullshit and would much rather cut past the idioticy and get to the point.
Good grief, even some damned kid came and bothered her, she was really close to losing her temper and slapping the girl in front of her. However, it would be taking a hasty decision, there was probably some logical explanation as to why she had gotten the reaction she got. It was the right person, no doubts. However, what she started doubting had to be the words she had used. However, she could just recall that she was told to request a private show. It didn't matter though as people soon started leaving. Samantha closed her eyes and sighed one last time before starting to talk again.
"You're lucky I was in a good mood today, it would have been a pity if such a pretty dancer suddenly had a couple dislocated bones. I'm not here for any sort of fucking show, I'm not by far interested in dancing in general. I'm here because of this" She put a sarcastic pressure on the word "Pretty" as one last form of mockery before getting serious again.
She pulled the rifle off her shoulder and put it on top of the counter. There was no visible magazine input upon first look, which was weird in one way since the base of the rifle was a semi-automatic rifle. Samantha put her hand on the rather small pull and pushed it up before then pushing it forward, down, and then back. There came a click sound from the rifle and she pulled out the three-shot circular magazine, loaded. She flipped it around and pulled out the bullets from it, holding them in her hand to let the girl see.
"It isn't exactly unknown what puts some extra cash in your wallet you know. Even if this shit-hole closed down, you'd still make a living, wouldn't you?"
Samantha smiled before loading the magazine again and placing it back, and pulling the locking mechanism back into place so the magazine was locked. "I came here wanting bullets, but since you're apparently not interested, I'll just leave. It would be fun if this place suddenly couldn't get any more alcohol either, wouldn't it? You might not know it, but alcohol isn't as easy to get anymore. There is less to find, and those who have the money rule the market. I hope you're happy" Samantha said with a smile before throwing the rifle back up on her shoulder. "There's a dealer down the road as well, right? Hopefully that one got some respect for others" It was pretty apparent that she was just teasing her. Samantha didn't show any signs of getting ready to leave, and the rifle was only back on her shoulder to avoid taking up the bar bench. "Now, you have some toys for me or not?" Samantha finished, smiling.
"Now now, I thought prostitutes worked for those who payed, but I was apparently wrong"
She sighed and rested her elbows on the barbench, leaning forward, her fingers intertwining, letting the girl continue. "I'm sorry, you've got the wrong kind of establishment. I can offer you a drink though if you wish. If not, there's a shop with some food that has my name written all over it" Samantha sighed once again, annoyed. She didn't have all day, she wasn't one for the bullshit and would much rather cut past the idioticy and get to the point.
Good grief, even some damned kid came and bothered her, she was really close to losing her temper and slapping the girl in front of her. However, it would be taking a hasty decision, there was probably some logical explanation as to why she had gotten the reaction she got. It was the right person, no doubts. However, what she started doubting had to be the words she had used. However, she could just recall that she was told to request a private show. It didn't matter though as people soon started leaving. Samantha closed her eyes and sighed one last time before starting to talk again.
"You're lucky I was in a good mood today, it would have been a pity if such a pretty dancer suddenly had a couple dislocated bones. I'm not here for any sort of fucking show, I'm not by far interested in dancing in general. I'm here because of this" She put a sarcastic pressure on the word "Pretty" as one last form of mockery before getting serious again.
She pulled the rifle off her shoulder and put it on top of the counter. There was no visible magazine input upon first look, which was weird in one way since the base of the rifle was a semi-automatic rifle. Samantha put her hand on the rather small pull and pushed it up before then pushing it forward, down, and then back. There came a click sound from the rifle and she pulled out the three-shot circular magazine, loaded. She flipped it around and pulled out the bullets from it, holding them in her hand to let the girl see.
"It isn't exactly unknown what puts some extra cash in your wallet you know. Even if this shit-hole closed down, you'd still make a living, wouldn't you?"
Samantha smiled before loading the magazine again and placing it back, and pulling the locking mechanism back into place so the magazine was locked. "I came here wanting bullets, but since you're apparently not interested, I'll just leave. It would be fun if this place suddenly couldn't get any more alcohol either, wouldn't it? You might not know it, but alcohol isn't as easy to get anymore. There is less to find, and those who have the money rule the market. I hope you're happy" Samantha said with a smile before throwing the rifle back up on her shoulder. "There's a dealer down the road as well, right? Hopefully that one got some respect for others" It was pretty apparent that she was just teasing her. Samantha didn't show any signs of getting ready to leave, and the rifle was only back on her shoulder to avoid taking up the bar bench. "Now, you have some toys for me or not?" Samantha finished, smiling.