make them happy (open)

Locke

im all for compassion

He watches her as he shuffles the cards, letting the nervous energy dissipate in the repetitive motion. He clicks his tongue when she says she isn't good at the game. "Oh now, I'm sure you play just fine. I'm sure you girls do more than just sitting around and gossiping about who's client had the bigger dick.. Or at least I hope you do." He can't imagine working in a place like this. Not  all the time anyway. He's.. done things for money but that's neither here nor there.

He deals out the cards, "How about this, we can just play... And take turns asking questions? Or you can just tell me about yourself. What kind of things interest you.. You have nothing to hide but I'm deeply curious about what's under all of that.. And I don't just mean your clothes."

Fuck, has he ever said this many words at one time to one person? He doesn't think so. How much has he been drinking? Maybe a little more than he realized. He takes another swig of his drink, content to keep drinking. No point in stopping now. He looks at his hand. Its good but she can beat him easy enough. He lays down the cards he wants to swap out, waiting for her. Normally he'd cheat but he's feeling nice today.

but not on my dime