Shady

"Could I have two of 'em?"

"Yeah." She pushed her tankard across the bar, glancing at the bottles on the ground. "Are those empty?"

"'scuse me?"

"Say less." Jerica drained the rest of her tankard and stood up, walking back over to the bar, eyes peeled for empty or nearly-empty bottles.

"So I see." She glanced back at the man. "Could you do any more?"

"Heh." Jerica smirked, glancing at the woman. "It's a good bit."

Jerica was pleased with herself that she had — for once — has the foresight to predict that this is what would happen. She smiled a little, watching him.

Big guy, huh. She kept sipping at her beer.

“Mm.” She inclined her head. “Well, I ain’t betting. But I’d like to see if you’re inclined to show off.”

"Probably," Jerica said. "Or you wouldn't be offering it. And if I bet you can, then you could always just throw it and pretend like you can't. Either way you ...

"Mm." Jerica squinted at him, then glanced at the bottles, then shook her head. "No thanks."

Jerica nodded, slipping a hand in her pocket to silently do some mental math and figure up if she should be gambling or not. On one hand, she couldn't afford ...

Jerica nodded, taking another drink. "What sorts'a gambling d'ya got up here?"

"The trolls?"

Jerica nodded. "Recs on what I should do while I'm here?"