[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://pa1.narvii.com/6004/073b6001fd5dc03fb4c7952799d10a5d7d6bdff6_hq.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=#4dffa6][b]Location[/b][/color]: Prometheus - Cargo Bay ---> Lady Luck's[/center][hr][hr]	Dorothy smiled a bit at Anisa's compliment, but her smile faded from Jahosafat's. It just confirmed her initial impression of him: that he was a spiritual twin to Foy. And while she had felt she misjudged Foy earlier, that didn't stop her from being irritated with the comments on her appearance. It was one thing to be complimented for looking nice - another to be told that her day-to-day attire should be substituted with a dress. [color=4dffa6]"Yes, I am sure the blood stains from the latest series of bullet wounds would look positively [i]dashin'[/i] with this dress,"[/color] Dorothy quipped. 

	The entire way to Lady Luck's, Dorothy tried for a little bit to feign interest in Jahosafat's talk of color combinations but it grew old real quick. She felt a bit bad for Anisa, being escorted by the man. Dorothy was impressed, though, that Anisa hadn't smacked the man. She felt relieved when they finally arrived at the Lady Luck's, an emotion she never expected to associate with a den of gambling and alcoholism. She willingly let Anisa drag her over to the bar, glancing briefly at the labels they had on hand. A lot of them were staples that her father would always try to have stocked, but given how close they were to Boros, she supposed that made sense. 

	[color=#4dffa6]"I wouldn't blame you if you did,"[/color] Dorothy commented. She paused for a moment, before ordering her drink. [color=#4dffa6]"I'll have a whiskey, neat. And then whatever my friend wants,"[/color] Dorothy ordered, nodding towards Anisa. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/h1][img]https://static.tumblr.com/91c0476a118256a00cfcd54c6d88de99/syeuhpr/lBjmu0s7f/tumblr_static_b.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=8882be][b]Location[/b][/color]: Lady Luck's[/center][hr][hr]	Fitz opened his mouth, attempting to come up with something to order, but he ended up just closing his mouth once more. All his mind could think of was isopropyl alcohol at the moment. It didn't make any sense to him, but if he even tried to come up with another drink, water was the only other one that came to mind. And after that, it was industrial grade fuel. None of those seemed appropriate to order. He then resorted to simply looking at his new "friend" with a bit of nervousness. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a grown man with a waitress in his lap. All of the tables seemed to be filled, with only spots at the bar open. 

	Fitz opened his mouth again to protest, before he just nodded. He thought he [i]had[/i] been well aware of all of his belongings, but clearly, that wasn't the case. Or was this some sort of double tactic on her part to get his things? But...she seemed so genuine and nice. He wanted to believe that she was a good person. He glanced at all of the people she pointed out and Fitz just nodded. He sort of guessed she was right about them all but...he wouldn't have been able to make that leap of deduction himself. 

	[color=8882be]"T-t-t-trying to see the 'Verse,"[/color] Fitz said. [color=8882be]"S-s-sorry, can't help the st-st-stutter. I'm an engineer but...p-passenger maybe?"[/color]