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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 3804836" data-attributes="member: 4936">"And to start with...madam?" the waiter inquires.Heh, I bet you'd just love for me to order wine and give you an excuse to throw me out."Just some water," Ash tells him with a smile. "Thanks."He leaves her with a menu and a place setting where the napkin is folded in a neat little pyramid. Ash is aware of, can feel, the discomfort of a few people near her table. They've tried to seat her away from the others as much as possible, but even on Tuesday, the place has too many to keep her completely isolated. In her threadbare jeans with the hole in the left knee and her ratty old sneakers and her grey on dark grey camo fatigue jacket with the mesh vest and tank top underneath...she looks more like she's either been dumpster diving for clothes, or like she's some kind of wacko militant survivalist with a massive budget crunch. Neither was far from the truth, but the last part at least had a temporary solution.The solution was sitting five tables away, by himself. Just like he had the last two Tuesdays. He was a 'venture capitalist.' It meant he lent money to startup companies, in the hopes that they'd hit it big. It also meant he had a good sized wad, because nothing made clients feel good like flashing a big roll of bills.Ash was just about out of money...and just about ready to leave this town. It was a good combination. Once she'd gotten his wallet and phone, she'd head straight for the bus station. By the time the cops were up to more than scratching their asses, she'd be on her way to another state. With any luck, it'd be at least another day after that before they put the pieces together and got involved. And she'd be back in the woodwork by then, living on what Dr. Venture Capitalist had in his pocket. Ash one, world nothing."Would madam care to order?" the waiter prods. He'd come back. With a basket of bread.She grabs a slice of steaming sourdough bread and wiggles it at the waiter, picking up the menu."Almost ready," she says with a grin.</blockquote>

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