[likewise, Bigby's crossing his arms and giving her the hairy eyeball. not very refined, but give him a break; people usually wait a little longer until they're thoroughly buttered him up before trying to con him out of something.]
Yeah, I get it. A gentleman always pays.
[and he's no gentleman; not most of the time, at least. he can feel his brow creasing as he weighs his options (ha, what options?), his eyes not-too-subtly wandering in the direction of a nearby food cart brimming with the easily identifiable smell of pork. it's a nice, salty smell that he hasn't inhaled in a long time. those crummy hot dogs they sell on the street back in New York are cardboard compared to the real deal.
finally and grudgingly, he breaks eye contact and starts heading in the direction of the cart. fuck it. he returns three minutes later with two pork skewers, one of which he offers her, and significantly less coinage than the amount he set out with.]
You're out of luck if you're in the mood for steak. They were sold out.
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Yeah, I get it. A gentleman always pays.
[and he's no gentleman; not most of the time, at least. he can feel his brow creasing as he weighs his options (ha, what options?), his eyes not-too-subtly wandering in the direction of a nearby food cart brimming with the easily identifiable smell of pork. it's a nice, salty smell that he hasn't inhaled in a long time. those crummy hot dogs they sell on the street back in New York are cardboard compared to the real deal.
finally and grudgingly, he breaks eye contact and starts heading in the direction of the cart. fuck it. he returns three minutes later with two pork skewers, one of which he offers her, and significantly less coinage than the amount he set out with.]
You're out of luck if you're in the mood for steak. They were sold out.