With the way no one was keeping an eye on anything that wasn't part of their body, Kenzi couldn't believe how easy the pickings here would be for pickpocketing-- if anyone had any money. Marks? They were given marks? Electronically? What kind of crap was that? How was a girl supposed to make a dishonest living if she couldn't rob some mook blind to teach them a lesson, huh?

She fiddled idly with a bead, rolling it around between her fingertips as she thought about what to do. What, mind you, not who. She wasn't completely comfortable with the whole 'eat, drink, and fornicate your way into a better lifestyle' mentality they were shoving down her throat. She felt like Hansel and Gretal, munching away on sweets some Baba Yaga witch could munch away on her when she got too fat to move.

What she needed was some thinking liquid. And that meant vodka. Or tequila. Whichever one found its way into her mouth first. Looking around, she pushed off the wall and began to gingerly make her way into the crowd in search of a booze booth. A bump from the left had her careening into someone on her right side, her hands going out to stop herself with the screaming thought in her head, Please let my hands touch clothing.

"Oops, not my bad."


(Carry over from previous posts welcome as well as new ones)