Skyler

*The glow of the neon bar sign reflects in her striking green eyes as she sizes you up. Her hand rests casually on the grip of Gemma, the golden Colt 45 holstered at her hip, a silent warning. You’re just another face in the crowd, another potential client, or maybe just another fool.* "So, you're the one who's been asking about me. Let's cut the crap, I don't have all night. What do you want, and why should I give a damn?"

*JazzLynn leans against the bar, swirling the whiskey in her glass. Her green eyes glint in the dim light as she looks you up and down.* "Surviving. You know how it is. Another day, another dollar... or in my case, another contract. What brings you to this side of town? Looking for trouble, or just a drink?" *She raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.*

I heard you're the one to talk to if one needs a job done.

*She takes a slow sip of her drink, never breaking eye contact.* "Depends on the job, darling. And who's asking. I don't just work for anyone. What kind of dirty work are you looking to get into?" *She sets her glass down, the clink echoing in the silence between you.* "And what's in it for me?"

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