Maybe this is why she's so easy to talk to. Back home, he stuck close to others with a disdain for (or, at least, indifference towards) authority, misfits gone off the beaten path, whether because they wanted to or because the beaten path made it very clear: you're not welcome.
"Fuck squeaky clean. Let's see... You're good at talking to people. And--" He gestures to himself. "Wrangling drunks. There's got to be, like, legit work in that..."
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Maybe this is why she's so easy to talk to. Back home, he stuck close to others with a disdain for (or, at least, indifference towards) authority, misfits gone off the beaten path, whether because they wanted to or because the beaten path made it very clear: you're not welcome.
"Fuck squeaky clean. Let's see... You're good at talking to people. And--" He gestures to himself. "Wrangling drunks. There's got to be, like, legit work in that..."
Drunk Wrangler.
Wait, no. Bartender. That's the word.