Port Twelve

[Roleplay]

The bounty hunter watched his companion with his ears flushing a little more. Despite the issue about his addiction and stabiline looming over him like a storm-cloud and his inexperience with the opposite sex adding to this nervousness, Monica was really an amazing fellow to hang around with. Still, he had to gulp down his drink in one go to help himself ease up a little more, meanwhile hoping he's not appearing like a weakling too much.

"I am glad you're enjoying your drink," he gave her the best smile he could muster, trying hard to look manly and nonchalant while his flushed ears were just giving him away without his knowledge. "You spoil me a lot, Monica. Hiring me, helping me find targets... even buying me stabiline... This drug is expensive."

"And don't forget, I still will buy you a dinner to make up for it. And more drinks...", he raised an eyebrow, "should I be a little more pushy? I want to buy drinks for my friend! It makes me happy too when you enjoy something!" he playfully complained.

"But hmm... really, besides this, I really enjoy our flights together. It feels like we are cooperating well, and uh, profit from it too. We watch each others backs, I find targets easier, and you get to catch more criminals." He thought about it then for a bit, "I guess it would be even easier for you if the LPI could provide a wingman for you, but for now, I hope you're happy with your friendly bounty hunter."