The Pact discussion

Its grimy, it's cheap, it's cramped, your parents hate it, seriously, what is not to love?!

Zyalle inspected the location before her with mild interest. Her arrival in town had only been recent, with the deal on the house only just being finalized through the checks used for her mother's benefit. She'd have to go back and check on her brother and mother, she remembered. Lips pursed, she sighed.

Josiah knew his parents hated him coming to Cargo, but it was a place to get away and hang for a little while, and he never actually did anything, didn't smoke or drink. His parents had raised him much better than that. He was walking up when he spotted a girl hovering around the entrance, clearly quite far along in her pregnancy, and without a companion. Now who on earth would do that to a girl. He walked to the door, pushing it open and waving her inside. "I haven't seen you around here before, what's you're name darling?"

Seeing movement in the corner of her eye, Zyalle turned to see someone waving her inside the building. She glanced around to be sure that it wasn't some stranger beyond her that of more importance and whom the gesture was directed to aside from her. Seeing no one else, she figured the gesture to be for her, and strode inside. "Zyalle Nawok," she replied, "I have just arrived."

Josiah trailed her through the door, hoping she wouldn't mind that the place wasn't exactly clean, the place wasn't too packed at the moment, so he had no problem finding them a seat on an old little couch, grabbing them both a coke, hoping she wouldn't be opposed to it. "So, what brings you this way?" he asked her, settling back in the couch.

Zyalle lowered herslef down onto the couch, taking a look around. "Curiosity," she replied, turning back to him before noticing the coke in his hand, "Dziekujemy." She then realized that not everyone would be able to understand Polish. "Thank you. What exactly is this place?"

"No problem, and this place is just a hang out kind of. Parents hate it, so kids love it. I've been coming around here for the past couple of years, more often than not there are booze and smokes to be bummed, though that's not my thing," he shrugged, gesturing to a set of small fridges and cabinets. He didn't mind her speaking a different language, her heritage no doubt, maybe Russian?

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"I see," Zyalle remarked, continuing her inspection of the establishment, "I'm Zyalle." She held out her hand for him to shake, which she thought would be a friendly way to properly introduce herself without seeming too formal.

Josaih smiled softly at her as she looked around, thinking how she was really rather pretty. He took her hand and shook it, "I'm Josiah, nice to meet you," he told her, wondering if she realized that she had already introduced herself once, when they were first coming inside. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what kind of accent do you have, it sounds almost Russian." He shrugged.

"I'm from Poland," Zyalle replied, looking down for a moment, "I moved with my mother and brother, and this little one." She smiled faintly before looking up again. "So, you come here to annoy your parents in some way?"

"Pretty much, they are under the impression that this is a cheap strip bar, though they are sorely mistaken. They'll never set foot in here to find out what it is, so I continue to come. I to;d them they have to come in and find one reason I can't come," he shrugged, not going to touch on the way she looked away when she said where she was from.

Zyalle nodded, glancing around again. She thought she was seeing something in the corner of her eyes, but shrugged it off as just that. She'd have to visit a doctor at some point. "And your parents don't come because they don't like it," she inquired, "Wouldn't they want to see what you're doing?"

Aubrey shrugged, nodding. "They're hypocrites. They really don't care, they just want to make themselves look like good parents," he told her with a soft chuckle. "So, why were you wondering around this part of town? It's not exactly somewhere for a pretty girl like you to be."

Zyalle flushed at the compliment. "I was wandering," she replied with a shrug, "I haven't been in town long enough to know where is not the right place to be and where is." She shrugged again. "I guess I need to be shown around."

"Well, I guess if you want, I could show you around. Feels like I've been here forever. You know, small town, everyone knows everything and every body," he smiled a little when she flushed, knowing his compliments were not misplaced. She was pretty, an odd kind of beautiful, he liked it though, better than all of those bottle blondes.

Zyalle's lips turned up into a smile. "I'd love for you to show me around," she responded, expression brightening exponentially, "Where I am from, most people keep to themselves, but that could of been because the entire neighborhood was over the age of sixty."

Josiah laughed softly, shaking his head. "Nope, most of us around here are well under sixty. Most of the older folks live outside of town to keep to themselves. Don't like associating with us young folk, they think we're rash and stubborn," he told her with a grin, liking the way he could cheer her up.

Zyalle nodded. "I can see how they would think so," she responded. Glancing down at the phone she'd brought with her, she found herself late. "I've got to go." Standing uneasily, she smiled again. "I suppose I will see you around."