Chapter 58: The Expedition
"Hahaha," the woman laughed, then continued, "No, sorry. This time, I didn’t hack anything in your bar. I’m just thinking about something. You don’t need to get so worked up, baldy."
The bartender, familiar with the woman’s personality, looked at her with scrutiny.
"You’re zoning out like that... is it about a man?" he tested the waters.
"Wha... What?" Switch startled, her brow shooting up as if to say, ’Why are you asking this?’
The bartender continued, "You’ll be turning 22 in about two months. Getting interested in a man is only a matter of time."
"Wait! Don’t go jumping to conclusions! It’s not about a man!" Switch quickly retorted, trying to clear up the misunderstanding.
"So what does he look like? Is he a merc? Or maybe a UEC soldier...? Nah, knowing you, you wouldn’t settle for a soldier. And mercs around here? They’re all afraid of you. I doubt they’d dare," the bartender said, placing a glass down as he thought out loud.
"Spill it. Who is he? A merc, a soldier, or a field researcher?" he asked. These three professions were the mainstays in The Fringe that are respectable and with decent income. As for shopkeepers or civil servants? Not even worth mentioning here.
"I don’t know... maybe he’s some kind of lab researcher? I guess? I don’t think he could handle going into the field though," said Switch.
Hearing this, the bald bartender showed a rare smile.
"So... it is a man, after all."