[ These days the word 'bar' is enough to get her to go somewhere. It's sad but it's also true. She doesn't exactly jump at the chance but-- yeah, it's something - anything - to do. ]
Give me 15 mins? What's the dress code? Are we trying to pick up some girls? Want me to make them jealous? [ It's a joke, of course, but she can also totally be his slutty looking side piece. Why the hell not. ]
[That idea hadn't actually crossed his mind, but it's not as if he's opposed if the opportunity to pick up some random girls, demon or otherwise, happens to present itself. Wouldn't be the first time he's done that out of sadness.]
No dress code beyond no sweatpants. We'll call it business casual.
I can be your wing woman. :) Make all the girls think 'Now, he must be special, there must be a secret because she is hot.' See you soon, buddy. :>
[ It's something to do. Which is definitely a lot better than nothing to do and she is sick and tired of that, in all honesty.
Daisy's actually very punctual for once, getting to the bar exactly 15 mins after her first text. And she is totally wearing a hot pink satin dress that is both low-cut and barely hits the middle of her thighs. She may still be wearing combat boots - better be prepared, after all you could never know with this place - but somehow makes it work. ]
Excuse me. Do you happen to have ordered a hot babe? [ Definitely throwing him a wink and a rather smug smile, as she slides into the seat next to him. ]
[Hey, as far as Saul is concerned, the combat boots work. It's a contrast sort of thing. As Daisy walks in, Saul gives her an appreciative cheers with his glass. Yes, he's already started drinking, but he has reason to, okay. His wife is gone, he's a sad mess.]
Only the hottest of babes get the Saul Goodman seal of approval, and you've got it in the bag.
[He flags down the bartender for Daisy to order]
Hey, we need another drink down here. Just leave the bottles, save us all the trouble.
[ Welcome to the first meeting of the sad mess club, Saul. They'll have a great time. By which Daisy means they'll get wasted until they cry, but at least they won't do it alone. ]
Oh, thank you so much, kind sir. [ Daisy tells him with a flutter of her lashes. God, she'd be a terrible hooker. Nobody would buy that unless they were super drunk or super desperate, maybe both even.
The bartender comes over and pours her something, the same stuff that Saul is having by the looks of it. Daisy barely glances at the label that's clearly visible on the bottle the guy puts in front of them. She doesn't really care what it may be, only that it burns as it goes down and gets her drunk. The former it clearly does as she takes a first gulp, the second will be just a matter of time. ]
So, Saul, you wanna talk about it or are we going to look for people to bang right away? [ People most likely being demons, but she isn't gonna stop him if that's what he's here to explore. ]
[For what it's worth, Saul would probably be a customer of sex worker Daisy without a second thought. He's not picky there, and she's better looking than his usual companions. She'd even get free breakfast bars in the morning!
He almost laughs at the suggestion to talk about what's bothering him. It would be much healthier to do so, but he's never been about that life. Why talk when it's easier to bury it under layers of new identities and ignoring it to pretend nothing happened?]
Hey, I see no need to rush things. We've got all eternity down here, don't we? Might as well drink up and enjoy for now.
[ He probably wouldn't even be able to afford her rates. The free breakfast she would never turn down, however.
Why would they ever do the healthy thing when the self-destructive one is just so much more terrible? No, wait, fun, not terrible. It's more fun. Clearly. Look at them, they are having the best of times. Is feeling dead inside even real when nobody knows? Surely not. ]
Aww. You almost make it sound like you like spending time with me. [ Nevermind that he invited her to meet him here, so it kinda is implied, anyway.
Judging by her grin this doesn't have to make sense. She clinks their glasses together, winking at him. ] To the best of times, then?
[Yeah, he spent too much of his meth money on tacky Greco-Roman decor and golden toilets. What a shame.
Soon after their glasses clink together, Saul downs what's left in his glass, slamming it down perhaps a bit heavier than normal on the bar top once he's done. He's not too concerned, really. If anything breaks, it'll probably just get added to his sin list, and he has little motivation now to toe the line and do good and repent and all that. With no Kim to behave for, there's no reason to really try.]
To the best of times, the worst of times, and the new and innovative torture methods they're pioneering down here. Gotta hand it to them. I know it's Hell, but they know what they're doing.
[ Whatever floats his boat to be honest. But it's a damn shame. They could have had something right there but alas ...
For Daisy working off her sins and repenting for them has never seemed feasible to begin with. Her list is simply too long, too daunting to even consider. And back home she's dead, so it's not like she has anything to go back to. ]
You have such a way with words, you know that? [ It's not really unexpected. Lawyers should know how to weasel their way out of a bind using just what's between their ears. But it doesn't make it any less impressive. She takes another gulp of the drink, just focusing on the way it burns as it goes down. ] I would be way more impressed with their whole spiel if they didn't use it on us, to be honest. But I can't exactly blame them. I mean, they are just doing their jobs.
[ At that she nods towards the bartender once more, as if acknowledging his hard work too. The demon makes his way over to her. ] I'm in the mood for a cocktail. How about a Tequila Sunrise? [ She looks at Saul once more, nudging him slightly with an elbow. ] Come on, buddy. Live a little.
You're not the first to tell me that, as I'm sure you're surprised to learn.
[Whether it's for better or for worse that he's cultivated a reputation among the criminal underworld--unintentionally, at first--as "the guy with the mouth," that remains to be seen. But given how everything fell apart for him and that they're both in Hell, it's probably for worse.
He pulls a contemplative face before nodding in a "what the hell, why not" sort of vibe at her suggestion. As long as there's alcohol in it, he's fine with it.]
Sure as hell tastes better than this other stuff. Hey, bartender, you know how to make that?
[If not, Saul himself probably could, but this is about being sad, not about doing a demon's bartending job!]
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Give me 15 mins? What's the dress code? Are we trying to pick up some girls? Want me to make them jealous? [ It's a joke, of course, but she can also totally be his slutty looking side piece. Why the hell not. ]
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[That idea hadn't actually crossed his mind, but it's not as if he's opposed if the opportunity to pick up some random girls, demon or otherwise, happens to present itself. Wouldn't be the first time he's done that out of sadness.]
No dress code beyond no sweatpants. We'll call it business casual.
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See you soon, buddy. :>
[ It's something to do. Which is definitely a lot better than nothing to do and she is sick and tired of that, in all honesty.
Daisy's actually very punctual for once, getting to the bar exactly 15 mins after her first text. And she is totally wearing a hot pink satin dress that is both low-cut and barely hits the middle of her thighs. She may still be wearing combat boots - better be prepared, after all you could never know with this place - but somehow makes it work. ]
Excuse me. Do you happen to have ordered a hot babe? [ Definitely throwing him a wink and a rather smug smile, as she slides into the seat next to him. ]
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Only the hottest of babes get the Saul Goodman seal of approval, and you've got it in the bag.
[He flags down the bartender for Daisy to order]
Hey, we need another drink down here. Just leave the bottles, save us all the trouble.
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Oh, thank you so much, kind sir. [ Daisy tells him with a flutter of her lashes. God, she'd be a terrible hooker. Nobody would buy that unless they were super drunk or super desperate, maybe both even.
The bartender comes over and pours her something, the same stuff that Saul is having by the looks of it. Daisy barely glances at the label that's clearly visible on the bottle the guy puts in front of them. She doesn't really care what it may be, only that it burns as it goes down and gets her drunk. The former it clearly does as she takes a first gulp, the second will be just a matter of time. ]
So, Saul, you wanna talk about it or are we going to look for people to bang right away? [ People most likely being demons, but she isn't gonna stop him if that's what he's here to explore. ]
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He almost laughs at the suggestion to talk about what's bothering him. It would be much healthier to do so, but he's never been about that life. Why talk when it's easier to bury it under layers of new identities and ignoring it to pretend nothing happened?]
Hey, I see no need to rush things. We've got all eternity down here, don't we? Might as well drink up and enjoy for now.
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Why would they ever do the healthy thing when the self-destructive one is just so much more terrible? No, wait, fun, not terrible. It's more fun. Clearly. Look at them, they are having the best of times. Is feeling dead inside even real when nobody knows? Surely not. ]
Aww. You almost make it sound like you like spending time with me. [ Nevermind that he invited her to meet him here, so it kinda is implied, anyway.
Judging by her grin this doesn't have to make sense. She clinks their glasses together, winking at him. ] To the best of times, then?
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Soon after their glasses clink together, Saul downs what's left in his glass, slamming it down perhaps a bit heavier than normal on the bar top once he's done. He's not too concerned, really. If anything breaks, it'll probably just get added to his sin list, and he has little motivation now to toe the line and do good and repent and all that. With no Kim to behave for, there's no reason to really try.]
To the best of times, the worst of times, and the new and innovative torture methods they're pioneering down here. Gotta hand it to them. I know it's Hell, but they know what they're doing.
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For Daisy working off her sins and repenting for them has never seemed feasible to begin with. Her list is simply too long, too daunting to even consider. And back home she's dead, so it's not like she has anything to go back to. ]
You have such a way with words, you know that? [ It's not really unexpected. Lawyers should know how to weasel their way out of a bind using just what's between their ears. But it doesn't make it any less impressive. She takes another gulp of the drink, just focusing on the way it burns as it goes down. ] I would be way more impressed with their whole spiel if they didn't use it on us, to be honest. But I can't exactly blame them. I mean, they are just doing their jobs.
[ At that she nods towards the bartender once more, as if acknowledging his hard work too. The demon makes his way over to her. ] I'm in the mood for a cocktail. How about a Tequila Sunrise? [ She looks at Saul once more, nudging him slightly with an elbow. ] Come on, buddy. Live a little.
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[Whether it's for better or for worse that he's cultivated a reputation among the criminal underworld--unintentionally, at first--as "the guy with the mouth," that remains to be seen. But given how everything fell apart for him and that they're both in Hell, it's probably for worse.
He pulls a contemplative face before nodding in a "what the hell, why not" sort of vibe at her suggestion. As long as there's alcohol in it, he's fine with it.]
Sure as hell tastes better than this other stuff. Hey, bartender, you know how to make that?
[If not, Saul himself probably could, but this is about being sad, not about doing a demon's bartending job!]