[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f9ad81]Foy Coiffeur[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/de/32/ca/de32ca1bb56ed12e256aa147a7a911c4.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=f9ad81]Location:[/color][/b] Newhope - Lady Luck (Table, Main Room)
[b][color=f9ad81]Skills:[/color][/b] Carouse, Perception [hr][/center]

	The next round of what Foy could only describe as conversational posturing gave him a mote of amusement. This was typical of contracts he had taken in the past where he was expected to work as a part of a team that had not been previously established. Everyone had their tiny pieces of self-aggrandizing behaviors to flaunt, and if one looked closely at what was said, one might be able to glean the general nature of the role they would play in the group. In his estimation, the trick was to maintain one's composure despite the various verbal slings and arrows that were unerringly flung about. And today, it seemed that he was the recipient of many of those pointy projectiles despite his insistence at being polite. Well, polite enough for the plebeians, anyway. 

	The pseudo-charming smile of the dapper gentleman continued, even as he looked at his cards. Finally. He gave them a few second's consideration, complete with a raised eyebrow "Aha" look, before unceremoniously dropping his cards facedown in front of him. Maybe Foy had something, maybe he did not. No one would know now. It did give him the opportunity to collect his thoughts and peer at the people at the table around him. 

	[color=f9ad81]"I assure you madame,"[/color] he stated, addressing Jacqueline, [color=f9ad81]"that I am an exceptional Barber (and thank you so much, Fitzy). In manner of a resume analog, one need look no further than the immaculate jawline and tightly styled shock of hair upon our fine and glorious dealer. Or for something more along the lines of the contemporary, our absent Moral Compass has likewise received the professional attentions of my strop and razor. It is not the end-all-and-be-all of services readily available because of my illustrious presence, certainly, but you should consider the extreme serendipity in the opportunity you have been presented by an invitation to my Parlor, despite your sardonic resistance to the notion."[/color] 

	The question from Dorothy came as a bit of a surprise. It certainly raised one of his eyebrows. [color=f9ad81]"Why, Dr. Pender, I am surprised at you. Scalping? The very idea is barbaric, not to mention a pointless endeavor of trophy hunting. The most unsanitary sort of trophy, as well. Far be it for me to engage in such a practice."[/color] Foy shook his head in apparent disgust, and finished off his glass of whisky. With the burn of alcohol still in his throat, he finalized his thoughts on the matter with, [color=f9ad81]"Not unless the client is particularly specific about the matter."[/color] 

	Foy rapped his glass upon the table and stood, pushing the chair back behind him. [color=f9ad81]"I shall attend to matters upon the floor, my good man; see what music can be had in this place. Would anyone care to join?"[/color]