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[ yo what's up, Omega. York is in a shiny brand-new suit of armor, bought right in Omega, rather than her usual clunky old Freelancer armor. It's a hell of a lot sleeker than what she used to wear, that's for sure, and she looks pretty damned pleased about it.

But not just about the armor. York's grinning for an entirely new reason today. ]

Everybody settling in all right? Good, 'cause I've got some good news for the thirsty crowd. I just got myself a new job at a bar here in Zeta District, servin' drinks. And this weekend we've got an extended happy hour special goin' on, so if you're looking for a drink, then I highly suggest hauling your ass over to The Quad. I might even slip you a free drink for the trouble.

[ She actually winks, grinning and showing teeth. She tosses her hair out of her face with a quick shake of her head. ]

'Course, if you're more interested in the home security market, I'm still available for installs and upgrades. But I figured it was time to move on up in the job market. Besides, I mix one hell of a Dirty Shirley.

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[ jesus christ marco you're too adorable for your own good it's a good thing york isn't drinking or she'd have already started doing embarrassing shit like ruffling your hair ]

I'd say you're gonna have a tough time finding a reputable investment broker in this town. You might have to stick it out at the pizza place a little longer if you're aiming for billionairehood.

Are you kidding me? One pizza at a time? I make an average of like a credit per delivery because no one on this rock believes in tipping like a reasonable person. What's the point in having money if you aren't going to share it with your fellow man? [ Way to switch from greedy money-grubbing billionaire mode to being horribly socialist, Marco. ] Anyway, who says I need a reputable investment broker? I just need a good one. He can have a bad rep so long as he's good at juggling money.

[ He eyes the other patrons, as if one of them was likely to be just the guy he's looking for. Of course, they probably don't appreciate being eyed by the delivery boy talking big shit at the bar. ]

Yeah, except you might never even see a cent of your own money.

[ York takes a break from eating pizza to dry a few glasses, looking at Marco thoughtfully. Omega isn't an easy place to live, but it's a hell of a lot harder if you're only thirteen. ]

Y'know, workin' in a place like this, I hear a lot of talk. If I hear anything about a decent job, I'll give you a heads up. Might even have the odd job for you here and there myself.

[ After all, she's still got a good amount of cash stashed away from her and Joker's security racket, and this bartending job pays pretty decently. And Marco's smart and he might even be good with his hands. ]

If someone walks off with all of my money, imma pop a cap in his ass.

[ He tosses back the rest of his drink and slides the empty glass down towards York---except it only makes it halfway there before spinning to a stop. Oops. At least he didn't overshoot. ]

Anyway, I'd love to get out of this stupid pizza gig. Want me to leave my CV with you? I've got a list of high scores and speed run records the length of this bar.

Yeah, I ever want a challenge in Time Crisis, I'll come to you. Wash is a crack shot with a real gun, but you hand him one made of plastic and it might as well be rocket science.

[ Okay, okay, so she's exaggerating a little. Wash isn't that bad, and last time they'd played he'd beaten her. Of course, as far as York's concerned, that was because of her bad eye. ]

I'll let you know if anything comes up. Stick with the pizza gig for now. Besides, the fringe benefits aren't too bad.

[ She puts away the dirty glass and picks up another slice of pizza, shooting a grin his way. ]

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