>"No, no! I didn't mean to sound like I was using you! I just need someone I can talk to in confidence... You know..."
>Trail off cutely!
>"Wait, Orin called me her hot sister?"
> "Wait, that's what she told you!? That's really strange; that doesn't sound like her at all..."
> Does it sound like her?
> "Actually, this is good though, I really need someone new to talk to. I need a new perspective on life because today has just been pretty earth-shattering."
> "Also, you're really cute and I absolutely love your outfit!"
> Smile warmly and grab Parsee's hand.
> "Shall we?"
>Goddamnit Orin! This does kinda sound like her, she can be tricky when it comes to not telling the whole story.
>You fumble and blush while trying to explain. "Man," says Parsee, "And here I thought I caught someone's eye without saying a thing. And yeah, those were her words, 'My hot sister'"
>You decide to go with it. "Alright, alright," she says. "We'll talk."
>You compliment her, and she giggles. "Now you're just trying to butter me up. Don't stop."
>You take her hand, and she stiffens up a bit, clearly off guard. "Wow, you're bold alright," she says. "Sure, let's go."
>You start down the stairs, which a sort of smell to them that you can only describe as burnt ethnic stew. You're not really sure what causes it, but you've encountered it from time to time in your line of work.
>Emerging outside, you can see the bikers down the street, taking loudly and laughing amongst themselves. Parsee glares darkly in their direction. "Jerks," she says. "Thank god they're over there."
>She starts heading southward. "So, um, talking about things?"
>_