Raza
Against her own wishes, Raza’s mouth twists into a bit of a grin. “Prob’ly a solid gold dildo. Big enough so that its jewel bedazzled balls don’t hit ya in the taint.” An’ as far as Raza was concerned, there was nothin’ wrong with that. For a moment, the levity makes her feel a bit brighter, even in this stinkin’, god-forsaken swamp. Until Jack mentions their losses, that is, an’ her head drops a bit. “Yeaaaah, we have.” Names ‘n faces flash in her head but she keeps her lips tight about ‘em, swallowing whatever threatens to bubble up. “Actually pretty good,” the proprietress shrugs, as surprised as she sounds. “Turns out a potential war ain’t necessarily bad for business. Supply chain ain’t fucked yet, so I’m tryin’ to stock up a bit. Most people’r all too happy to drown their fears.”
And some nights, Raza joins ‘em in it.
reppin' a district of obvious misfits
