[ Okay so that would make a goddamn fantastic sales pitch, no lie. And Cain laughed, shaking his head a little; conceding the point that, yeah, he's pretty weird. ]
Don't sweat it, man, chicks dig older guys. And... Hosts? Like.. a host cafe? Or like, hosts at a restaurant...?
[ Cain's smile hooks up, sharp and humorless, and he gives into the line of questioning like somebody used to obeying authority, even if he gives all the lip he can possibly squeeze in on the way down. ]
Military, so I've got a few years left on my contract. Hopped on it when I was 18 and old enough to sign. And... y'know, it's good goddamn money. I can send most of it home and still have a little somethin' to rub together, you know?
Plus, my mother loves that one of her kids cleaned up enough to wear a uniform and isn't hustlin' it for chump change or doin' lackey shit for the Bravda. I can take a little shit for that, I guess.
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Don't sweat it, man, chicks dig older guys. And... Hosts? Like.. a host cafe? Or like, hosts at a restaurant...?
[ Cain's smile hooks up, sharp and humorless, and he gives into the line of questioning like somebody used to obeying authority, even if he gives all the lip he can possibly squeeze in on the way down. ]
Military, so I've got a few years left on my contract. Hopped on it when I was 18 and old enough to sign. And... y'know, it's good goddamn money. I can send most of it home and still have a little somethin' to rub together, you know?
Plus, my mother loves that one of her kids cleaned up enough to wear a uniform and isn't hustlin' it for chump change or doin' lackey shit for the Bravda. I can take a little shit for that, I guess.