[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f9ad81]Foy Coiffeur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://snippetstudios.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/a-million-ways-to-die-in-the-west-640x350.png [/img][hr][b][color=f9ad81]Location:[/color][/b] Newhope - Lady Luck 
[b][color=f9ad81]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

	It seemed that Foy wasn't particularly making new friends at the table. This suited him fine, as the location didn't seem to draw from the best of social circles anyway. But, he [i]was[/i] part of a Dragonfly crew now, and certain standards had to be relaxed for the sake of conducting business. But speaking of business, it was a little galling that these ...persons... did not believe that he was a master of the Barbering Arts. More to the point, the inference was that he was not [i]just[/i] the barber. As if ships didn't have, and/or need barbers. That was just silly. Why, ships (Capital ships, mind you) would pay through the nose to have someone like him putting out his shingle on premises. It wasn't just a cover for his more illicit activities, oh no, it was an ancestral occupation. One that he performed masterfully. 

	Still, he wasn't scoring any brownie points here. Far be it for him to address these people in the manner that an apologetic person might; such things were not within his comfortable skill set. But he could continue to be himself, and be damned the consequences. [color=f9ad81]"Just the barber, really, how gauche. I am also a certified rapscallion, a ne'er-do-well, a Man About Town, and when situation calls for it, I exist to provide color to otherwise monochromatic proceedings. It is my solid and inimitable forte, above and beyond the shortcomings of persons better suited to more pedestrian undertakings."[/color] Foy tucked away his straight razor, a smug expression readily coming to his face. 

	[color=f9ad81]"But never you mind about my shoes, Sister Mary Incorrigible. I wager only as much as I feel like being charitable by the evening, and cards are but an intermission for me, rather than the main show."[/color] He noted Dorothy's arrival, and switched conversational gears. [color=f9ad81]"How good to see you again, Dr. Pender. I trust the stroll was suitable to clear one's head? Does wonders for myself, particularly with a bit of mischief after. I would toast to mischief, understand, but I have not a libation in front of me, which is a considerable shame."[/color] 

	Foy pulled out a pocket handkerchief and waved down their server, the second she seemed unoccupied. [color=f9ad81]"I shall have a tumbler of whiskey, neat. Decent stock, none of this lower-shelf stuff, you understand. And if you would please, set the bottle on the table and walk away. That aside, do get another round for the table, upon yours truly."[/color] He pulled out a decent amount of scrip bound with elastic, peeled off a few bills and handed it over to the young lady. [color=f9ad81]"For my expenses and your trouble, of course. And make sure you take care of the pair not at the table, as well."[/color] 

	He began accepting cards as they were dealt to him, eyeing the newer people at the table. Speaking to Jahosafat, [color=f9ad81]"My, what a little adventure this is becoming, is it not?"[/color]



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=008080]William Harper[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-joToxLegqZk/UlP_OiXe43I/AAAAAAAAcfs/_sbEOs83YPQ/s400/Peinados+de+hombres+al+estilo+de+Christian+Bale-1.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=teal]Location:[/color][/b] Newhope - Lady Luck 
[b][color=008080]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

	Harper took the mild to moderate sarcasm offered by Anisa with stride. He [i]was[/i] curious as to where she might have hidden her firearm, and now that he knew, well, it reminded him that the fringe types that lived out near the edge of space had to be resourceful to survive. Such was his practice is he wanted to survive, as well. Perhaps his strength in that regard was being overlooked. It might be easy to do with this group. For the most part, conversation had been steered away from him, especially by the newer people at the table. Curiosity from strangers avoided. There was much to be said for it, being in his position. 

	He took to the floor with Anisa, carefully trying not to scuff her very nice shoes. It took a couple of passes, but with her leading Harper was able to settle into a rhythm, effecting a passable dance routine. He still felt awkward, at least a little, but he kept his hands appropriately placed on the Captain, and his feet moving in their new pattern. 

        [color=008080]"I'll be straight with you, Captain."[/color] began Harper in a low voice. He kept his eyes locked into hers, as if rapt attention could help convey his words over the sound of the music. [color=008080]"The first time I asked you to dance, I was trying to divert your attention away from shooting Daphne, as I'm pretty sure I can't out-draw you."[/color] He smiled, not quite unsettling but leaving one to wonder how much, if any of his explanation, he was joking about. [color=008080]"Now the last time, I wasn't fully in the liking of how the conversation at the table was proceeding. Figured if I remove myself and a focal point from the table for a minute or two, talk would shift elsewhere."[/color] Most of what Harper did had a purpose behind it, whether or not even he realized it. There was rarely wasted intent. 

        [color=008080]"And you are [i]definitely[/i] someone who can draw attention, Captain."[/color] He let that statement hang there for a moment flatly. His intonation was such that it could have meant one of a couple of things. Harper was pretty good at being unclear, almost as well as he could be direct. It gave him a conversational back door with which he could mount a daring escape if needed. A sigh and a more serious look found him, and he continued with a relenting voice, [color=008080]"But the reason I asked you to dance specifically [i]now[/i] is..."[/color] 

        Harper leaned in close and spoke quietly, so that there was minimal chance anyone else could hear without the aid of surveillance equipment. When he was done a few seconds later, he pulled his head back, nodded to Anisa with serious expression, and continued dancing. [i](Will PM his messsge)[/i]

        His face suddenly changed to something more lively and mildly sarcastic, punctuated by a droll, [color=008080]"Oh, I [i]love[/i] this part of the song. Dip me?"[/color]