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Worm shows up at the Rage patently overdressed, his huge glasses earning him looks of shock and confusion from the young and hip contact lens crowd. He heads to the bar, slidding a twenty tip to the bartender.
"I'm looking for Jammer." He shouts out to be heard over the music.
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The bartender points to the DJ's booth, looking slightly surprised that Worm had to ask. It doesn't stop him from taking the tip, though. Maybe he'll spike the Shirley Temple that Worm's probably going to order.
Jammer's dreds bob as he spins -- not in time with the music, but listening; listening to the blonde standing next to him. She's out of place, too, with her eyewear. The young and hip contact lens crowd probably doesn't do any teasing about the eye patch, though.
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Worm counts the drinks he has at the other bar, and decides to call it a night for drinks. "Thanks." He says the bartender, before making his way to the DJ booth. Trying not to look like he is sneaking up at all. He waits for a break in the conversation (or at least when their lips stop moving) before shouting out "Uh, hi!"
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Obviously they did not hear him. "Hello!" He shouts out. "Ash said I should speak with you!"
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Jammer looks down at the little oddball, and takes his headphones off. He makes his way down from the booth, and approaches.
"Ay, mon, and did 'e say dem magics is not irie?" he asks. Up close, he's definitely bigger, and more muscular. His dreds look like a lions mane.
Behind him, the blonde woman descends, and slips out of the side door.
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Worm blinks, as he tries to understand the man. "He didn't mention anything about...Irie? Alright?" Just to be safe he takes down his grim sight, sad as the world becomes less...interesting. Worm finally sees the man better now, and is intimidated. you don't look like a lion and not get respect from Worm.
"I'm Worm. Its nice to meet you." extends his hand for a shake. Never hurts to be nice.
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"And I be Jammer," the other man acknowledged, taking Worm's hand. More than one of the club-goers glanced at the pair -- more specifically, at Worm. It was the same sort of look people gave a turd floating in a swimming pool.
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"Pleased to meet you. Ash said I should talk to you, as I'm not on a team."
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"OK," Jammer says.
Then silence.
Start talking.
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Worm takes in the silence after the OK. Right, so he needed to be a little clearer.
"Right, so I am new to town, and a bones and bricks kind of guy, and was looking to get involved with local politics and helping out stuff like that. I want to get involved, but don't know who to talk to. Oh, and I don't fight. At all. So, do you know of anything interesting or exciting going down that I could help out in?"
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