She looks at him, a bit owlishly. The teeth, the devil may care attitude; it's something she knows all too well and for a moment she prays that he'll do better than the last young man she saw with a manner like his.
Pulling a billfold out of her interior pocket, she begins counting off bills. A few of the patrons go stone still and after the waitress makes the sign of the cross over herself, she looks between Salem and this dapper, fucking loaded woman.
"This should cover the food of all the diners and the preliminary damages." This trench-coated woman doesn't seem to react to the palpable fear that people are beginning to show, smiling mildly as she slides the money and a business card across the counter. "If anything goes further, call that contractor and they'll get you squared away, love."
The business card on top of the money is black, embossed with a white crow skull and two blades; The Crow Hunters. No-longer-bored waitress looks at the money and the two folks at the counter. Trench-coat woman looks to Salem, meeting his grin with one of her own. Her teeth are normal, maybe, but they're too white and too even, save for the silver fang to the left side of her mouth.
"As for the hunt, young man..." She swivels in the seat, pushing with her cane to face one of the twitchy men at a nearby table. He's hunched in his seat, eyeing Salem like he's waiting for something and hand suspiciously under the table. "y'should ask the louse who's been eyein' up which part of the spine to stick you in."
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Date: 2016-09-06 01:39 am (UTC)Pulling a billfold out of her interior pocket, she begins counting off bills. A few of the patrons go stone still and after the waitress makes the sign of the cross over herself, she looks between Salem and this dapper, fucking loaded woman.
"This should cover the food of all the diners and the preliminary damages." This trench-coated woman doesn't seem to react to the palpable fear that people are beginning to show, smiling mildly as she slides the money and a business card across the counter. "If anything goes further, call that contractor and they'll get you squared away, love."
The business card on top of the money is black, embossed with a white crow skull and two blades; The Crow Hunters. No-longer-bored waitress looks at the money and the two folks at the counter. Trench-coat woman looks to Salem, meeting his grin with one of her own. Her teeth are normal, maybe, but they're too white and too even, save for the silver fang to the left side of her mouth.
"As for the hunt, young man..." She swivels in the seat, pushing with her cane to face one of the twitchy men at a nearby table. He's hunched in his seat, eyeing Salem like he's waiting for something and hand suspiciously under the table. "y'should ask the louse who's been eyein' up which part of the spine to stick you in."