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"Ah!" He finally vocalised, remembering that he did have some necessary evils on him, by sheer luck. He stuffed one hand in his pocket and rummaged around, before bringing out a pair of necessary evils in the form of small credit chits, the most accessible and portable form of necessary evils.
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Taking the offered scraps of metal Geoff looked at them uncertainly for a moment, watching them change colour as he shifted them about in his hand. They certainly weren't any currency he'd seen before, but that shouldn't be a problem if they were worth anything.

Clicking his fingers Geoff summoned his financial advisor and a moment later she appeared standing on the bar in her full 4" glory. For a moment Marcie stared up at Geoff with a dull, slightly annoyed expression before pulling her miniature bath towel more snuggly around her body, [color=fff79a]"Wha' th' hella' y' wan'?"[/color] She mumbled around the toothbrush sticking out from the side of her mouth. [color=fff79a]"Ca't y' s' I wa' bus'?"[/color]

[color=39b54a]"Got something strange for you to check out for me,"[/color] Geoff said, placing the unusual coins down on the counter in front of Marcie, who immediately bent over to inspect them. As she shuffled around, carefully examining the markings on the surface, Geoff found himself having to turn his gaze away, Marcie's miniature towel seeming a little too miniature to him as her plump rear rose up in front of him.

Finally the 4" financier stood back up straight and glared up at Geoff with the same ice-cold look she'd given him before. [color=fff79a]"S' goo',"[/color] She muttered, [color=fff79a]"Wor' leas' fort' gol' eac'."[/color]

[color=39b54a]"Forty gold each?"[/color] Geoff asked, a little shocked that the luminous litte discs were worth anything at all.

[color=fff79a]"Perh's mo' t' collect'."[/color] Marcie added, tugging on the towel a little more as a chilly breeze made goosebumps rise all along her thighs. [color=fff79a]"C' I g' no'?"[/color] She asked finally, looking up at Geoff who'd frozen up at the thought of so much money laying in his palm.

Waving his empty hand vaguely Geoff shooed the baker away, [color=39b54a]"Yeah, yeah, we're good. You still on for Squash Friday?"[/color]

[color=fff79a]"Y',"[/color] Marcie replied simply, before vanishing in a puff of green smoke which left Geoff concerned. Marcie only ever used green smoke when she was in a really bad mood, and he'd hate to be the one who'd annoyed her that much.

[@ArenaSnow] [i][color=lightgray]"Hmm... I think I'll have one more."[/color][/i]

[@Genni] [i][color=6ecff6]"Same again, barkeep."[/color][/i]

scooping up the empty tankards Geoff quickly refilled them and placed them back on the counter in front of the two customers. In his head he was keeping tally of the cost of the drinks against the value of the gemstone in his pocket, carefully balancing in a generous service charge at the same time.

The ammonia wasn't hard to come by, but it took a while to get it tasting just right, the way which left your whiskers singed and eyebrows withered. Luckily the barkeep still had another three full barrels fermenting in the back yard, so he could afford to serve generously.