Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190701151243/@comment-5543592-20190714183014

"To blend in.  It's better we don't get spotted abot now." Tanner said.

"Thank you, miss." The bartender said, deftly pocketing the caps without a moment's hesitation. "And if I might offer some advice?"

Three other junkies stood around the barrel, all frail, hollow-cheeked skinny men, with long, greay hair and dirty faces. The fire was dying now and they made no attempt to try and keep it alive--New Reno days were hot, just like New Reno nights were cold.

"We know ya?" One of them asked skeptically, warming his bony hands over the fire, his eyes narrowed at Kayleigh.

"Sure don't know him." Another said, picking his nose, he drew out a big boogie and flicked it into the fire, before pointing the dirty finger at Shanks. "Ya remember a face like that."

"Maybe he's one of 'em Slags." The third man said, frantically shaking his jet inhaler.

"Slag's don't look like that." Nose-picker said, inspecting Shanks. "And they don't come above ground neither."