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Charlie comes down the stairs, and is a little surprised at the note that pops up on a cocktail napkin.

"Sure, I can, for a while. Let you catch some sleep." He patted the bar top lightly, cocking his head to read the next note. Specials board is on the bottom shelf, with the cocktails book. He retrieves them both, and sits flicking through the pages for a few moments, before he smiles widely.

This could be trouble.

Happy Hour
Specials:
French Kiss
Hop, Skip and Go Naked
Jack Off
Blow Job *
Orgasm
After Sex
Shots half-off

*free if shot properly
[[OOC: post open till midnight EST, and the mun is calling slows on all threads until morning of same timezone.]]

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The woman flashes a grin. "My usual base of operations is the Space Station known as The Locker. But I am a bounty hunter, that is how I learned athletic feats and fine motor control..."

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Charlie barely resists a laugh. The grin that comes with it, not so much.

"Some kind of bounty hunter, where you can learn that."

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"The normal kind of bounty hunter. That was just improvisation and creativity..." And she laughs.

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Charlie raises an eyebrow at that. He wonders if she knows that what she's saying and what's being said are two different things. "And who did you choose to improvise that skill on?"

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Samus just laughs, then grins.

Really telling is not polite... "I think I will have a French Kiss now." And she winks.