(3018-01-04) You Do You
Summary: Andy runs into up-and-coming MagneTrack racer Zee
Date: Jan 4, 3018
zee andy 

Morning arrived in Salian City, the closest thing to a morning. The sun was up, the orb larger than the rest of the stars in the sky, but the systems matching to give day to the city itself. Andy was out and about here in Lelan Square, having found a bench and watching some of the disc kids doing tricks on the ones designed for that use. Andy would never try that, but he could admire the form of the kids as they pushed the machines to seemingly rise off the ground. Most likely modified for greater lift to hover over other obstacles and do things that would spill most casual disc riders. He was comfortable, hunched at that bench, eblows to knees, eyes glinting slightly with enjoyment of watching the kids do their tricks. One hand held some steeming stimulant drink that was dark and probably more stimulant filled than flavor filled. His other hand had a pretzel like pastry that looked salted at best. The perfect combination probably, dipping the salted pastry into the steamy drink sort of a mix. Recalling just that, Andy set for another dip and tore his eyes up for the moment to look around the plaza he was seated in, seeing what else was going on about at this hour of the morning. The time just after school would normally start, and most day folks were at their chosen jobs.

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With a casual stroll, a little earlier than she's usually seen out and about, Zee, that's what she's known as anyway, the letter Z spelled out to Zee, has her hands shoved into the pockets of her overcoat during that stroll. There's a coffee shop somewhere in the general vicinity that sold some of that dark steamy liquid and pastries such as the man holds as he watches the kids. The kids get a casual once over, old enough in age that she doesn't make such a wide berth around them. But she doesn't let her gaze linger over them either. The man watching them does get a second look at the interest he takes in the disc riders. "One of them yours?" It's perhaps a natural question, curiosity arching one of her brows as her steps hesitate for the conversation somewhere nearby the coffee shop. <English>

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- Andy rolls his Perception (3D+0) for a total of 4 (Wild Die: 2), perhaps enough for a Very Easy task.

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Turning to look up at the voice, he gives a pause, one eye seeming to squint just a little. "What," he returns, having heard the question but something in her registers with something on his mind. Andy forgets the kids all together and looks down her a little before manners strike him again. Quickly eyes up to meet the strangers, "Yeah." A pause and a shake, "I mean no, not my kids, I watch them sometimes before rolling into work." Half a grin, like he could talk more on the topic, but taht little thougth lingering there. "You know, I'm sure you get it a lot, but you look like that hot new racer, Zee?" He means hot as in making a name for herself, though the pun is noted and that grin turns slightly towards a smirk at the dual meaning there. <English>

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About to reask the question she'd tossed out as only a conversation starter, Zee stops as he gives her the quick once over before responding. "You work around here then?" Not that she was asking for anywhere specific, just a general question. A hip leans against the building nearest the bench that he had found to seat himself on. It's that last observation that earns him a slightly scoffing smile. "I get that a lot. You're talking about the MagneTrack Racer that thinks she's all that?" Now she's just laughing at herself. "So you know my name, what's yours?" <English>

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"Yeah, I'm with the Response Unit of the SPA," he says, even offering a hand. Realizing both are full, Andy puts the salted pastry into his teeth to offer the hand after patting it at a pant leg to assure its unsalted; or more cleanly at least. Either she takes it or not, but it returns to his food as her hip finds the nearest building to lean upon. The grin lowered but returns with her laugh as she describes herself like its not her. "Ah, is it true then, you think you're all that," he chuckles this time around, perhaps more teasing at the light in the moment, then "Andrew, or Andy." Said in a manner that he doesn't always give out the less formal Andy, unless he's taken to someone with enough trust. "I've won a few extra leisures off you," he says of his gambling habits. "I'm sure everyone wants to talk about that stuff, sorry." Realizing his manners again. <English>

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"Oh, I see." Indeed she does and Zee takes the offered hand from the policeman and gives it a shake, amused as he holds the pretzel in his mouth for the gesture. "Oh yeah, I'm all that. And more, if you would ask my sponsors." It's more a self deprecating look given with the concession of one who had been 'built up to win' by the words of people who would gain by it. "Andrew." Trying it out then correcting as he does, "Andy. It's a pleasure, officer." Lips curve into a slow smile, the woman doesn't seem to be lacking confidence. "Maybe one day you'll repay the favor and buy me a drink." Waving away his apology, "I don't mind talking." <English>

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"Sounds like the chief talking about me on a good day," all that and more, all the officers, brightest in the system. Andy smirks though, more often than not, the chief probably rants about not doing good enough behind closed doors; something of a 'I get what you mean' to match the self deprecating look. "You're on then, not much of a drinker, but a favor. After all I do owe you one." He pauses, then chuckles, and dunks part of his pastry into the coffee again. "You get tired of talking about your sport? I mean, I'd get tired if everyone wanted to ask about police business." A wry look up at her, "Which they don't," understatement. "But yeah, its my fault, all the arresting business." <English>

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"Exactly that." Zee acknowledges the likeness in their jobs by the people who pay their checks. "It's good we're keeping our superiors happy at least. Makes for job security. Until one wrong move on either part and it's all over." Similar dangers even if the actual duties are different. "Not much of a drinker? Pity, it's one of my favorite things to do." A soft tsking sound of disapproval that is belied by the amusement she wears. "I'm not trying to be a bad influence on you though, so you're better off not listening to me. I'd hate to corrupt a cop." The smile widens, "I don't like to talk about my work all the time, but most times it's what people ask me." <English>

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A low nod in agreement from Andy as she returns about similarities on the job. "I'd drink to it not being over," he lifts his cup, "Just stimulant juice, we could save that toast for when you do influence me." Not to make suggestions, but its out there, she started that one. "If I am ever corrupted, that's one way to go I suppose. Keep at it, we can spend time on Jupiter together, you can prevent me from reforming that way." Continue bucking that system, he is going along with being playful at least, if that's what it is. "Okay, let's make a pact, no job questions then. Well, maybe a little, do you prefer Zee?" He wants to use a name she prefers at least it would seem, he takes a bite of that pastry as he looks up at her, only a couple bites left. <English>

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"Its as good a reason as any to drink." Perhaps a hint that maybe she really does drink a little too much but not enough to get the attention of the police yet. "Let's save the toast then to when I can influence you to buy me a real drink. Real stimulant juice." A smile finds the corner of her mouth. The smile quickly disappears at the mention of Jupiter though and a frown creases her brow, a rapid turn around if one happened to be watching it. "From what I hear, Jupiter is overrated. I'll avoid it and I'd not send even my worst enemy there. I hear it's pretty hard work." The smile makes a ghost of a reappearance. "How about a pact that we ask whatever questions come to mind, work or personal. I'd be down with that. No limits or restraints. And yeah, call me Zee, it's been my name since I was ten, I think. Maybe earlier." <English>

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"Ah, real stimulatn juice, the real deal, fair enough," chuckles Andy at the agreement for the toasting, if that ever comes. The conversation is flowing, but that there will come some drink time after this is uncertain, but something to be playful about, even if hopeful. That smile toys at the corners of his mouth indicating as much, amused and comfortable in the moment but no one is holding anything to anyone it seems. Its honestly casual, or seems that way by his demeanor for Andy. "Yeah, basically," he voices softly on the idea that Jupiter is hard work, which he is a part of the system, but leaving it there. Taking that time to finish off that pastry of his and to wash it down with his warm, steamy energy drink of choice. "Zee it is, that's good, cause if it was something completely different I'd confuse myself eventually." Putting his drink over a knee, he turns more to face her from where he sits on the bench, "Okay, what comes to mind, no limts … what is it you like to do with your time?" Maybe outside the public image, but he doesn't put a restraint on it by specifying what he means, maybe she enjoys work most of all for all he knows. <English>

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The casualness of it was what was keeping her there and Zee seemed comfortable enough with the conversation to remain easy going and leaning casually against the building as she spoke with him. Eyes drop to the smile toying there at his mouth and she finds herself responding. "I wonder if you send a lot of people to Jupiter." It's not a direct question but more a musing statement. "I take it you prefer Andy over Andrew? I can't really remember a time I wasn't called Zee. Eventually I'm sure I'll earn a name other than that in the racing community, but for now I'm just Zee." His question voiced, she finds herself smiling despite herself. "I like to party at times. I like the quiet at times. I tinker with my bike between races, but I'm more dependent on my crew. Sponsors have a big say, so I have a personal hoverbike at home I mess around with when I can." <English>

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"If only," grins Andy a little, "I only bring them in, its all processing after that." As if he doesn't officially send anyone to Jupiter, but he does go out and round them up. A slight nod, "Yeah, usually, Andrew as its professional. Andy amongst my friends." He tries one more drink from his cup, its empty and thus failed attempt, the slight hint of disappointment in his eye at that. As he lowers teh cup he continues, "I don't know Zee, something about you, felt like an Andy moment." Is he teasing, being friendly, flirting in an off key sort of way? "I like Zee, works for me, you're good with it. I'm more the quite times at the moment, but party sounds like something new." As if debating that himself, change, difference. "Hover bike at home, I should get one, don't keep allowances for that though. Could I see it?" Her personal bike perhaps? <English>

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It still sounds like a dangerous job. I bet I'd love doing something like that." A hint at her own love of danger, if only a brief hint. "So, Andy it is, since it seemed like the moment for it. I'll take it, no questions asked there." Not questioning why he'd have her call him what his friends do. "Do you patrol alone? Or are you a detective since you said something about Response Unit, makes me think you work with a whole team. Or unit." And here she is asking about his work after all and she deters from it rather deliberately. "My bike took a lot of doing to gain. Sorry about your lack of allowances for something of your own though. I'd show you my bike sometime." Not today her tone says. <English>

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"Yeah, complete understatement some days," nods Andy, catching that glint of danger there, grinning and cocking his head a little with curiousity then. "We just respond to calls. Not just referrals from shelters or database coordinators noticing too much spending or lack of allowances. Just me and my partner on a small frigate among the moons and cities of Saturn. Our usual run is Titan to Rhea, but if we're near a call and no one's on moon, they'll send us in." He offers the information freely enough, then a chuckle to debunk the concept of allowances, "My own fault, I won some from your races, but I find other ways to lose it. A disc to get me to work and back is good enough." For personal transportation. <English>

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"Admittedly I had help with mine too." Zee tells him before clarifying, "Purchasing it, I mean." Interested in his explanation about his job and his partner and his allowances she looks a little curious at it all, but there's not further questioning into his line of work. For now at least. "Other ways to lose it? Oh do tell." Noticing his drink was empty, she motions for the coffee shop nearby. "How about I buy you a drink here if you've got the time before work. Unless you're meeting up with your partner anytime soon?" <English>

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Moving to stand, he nods, "Sounds good, I'll take that one, enough time for that then off to work here." Andy stands up, and grins, using the invitation for a drink as time to consider the losing it part. He'll wait until she's ready then walk with her towards the coffee shop. The discer kids forgotten for the moment. "A bet's a bet, doesn't have to be MagneTrack. Its other races and the tables and machines that do me in. I suppose I could read up more on strategies for some of the games, but I'm not quite professional. Just enough to maintain my standard of living, no interest invisiting a Shelter." For food or something else that is. "I'm probably giving too much of my personal life story." Or not enough, he's never certain. <English>

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When he accepts and stands, Zee straightens too and hooks her thumbs into her back pockets of her pants as she waits for him. As they walk towards the coffee shop she finally allows them to fall to her side, the bracelets making a slight jingling, clinking sound. "So you're a gambling man." A certain appreciation in her tone for that. "Never minded playing the odds myself, on occasion." Perhaps she knows her own limits though. "Nothing wrong with a good shelter," she grunts out and approaches the door that glides open automatically. She hesitates and looks back and shakes her head, "Not giving too much. I'm asking, aren't I? Means I'm interested." <English>

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"Gambling man, not good, bad at odds I guess," returns andy, casual in his own steps. A measured swing of a leg, one foot in front of the other. "I get the odds, but maybe too much gut," gambling on feel not just numbers he's suggesting. His eyes glaze down to his own boots a moment, then up to the doors before they open. "Its a good home for us, no complaints. And you are asking, you're trying to catch me off guard here I think. Maybe not used to talking about myself. I lack the swagger. You got it though, I'll have to learn from you I guess." He moves in to join her then. <English>

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"I suppose you go by your gut in your cop work too. You're still alive so I imagine it's worked out well for you. Might as well keep with what works." Zee walks casual, as if in no hurry, speed on the track maybe but not when she's firmly on the ground. "No such thing as too much gut. Trust it, always." There's something there in her expression as she says it, but nothing further is given away. Instead, she waits for him to join her and she steps through the door to the seats and the order boards with the push buttons. Having a seat, leaving a seat beside her for him, she gives a wry twist of her lips. "I don't think you lack any swagger. You don't need to learn anything from me, you do you,I'd appreciate it more." <English>

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"As long as it keeps working on duty, I'm good with that I suppose," quips Andy, a bit of dark humor perhaps, then again, still alive is working out quite well. "It got me here," getting coffee with this woman, undertones implied at least. A slight brow lift, laxidasical, but its there and a turn around, "Just do me, well, that's the easy part I guess Zee. Now you got me curious, if you can be caught off guard at all. You seem to be on top of things." He moves towards the counter, waiting for her if she pauses, but he's glad to head for another drink, "I appreciate that just as much." <English>

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"Just always prepare for the worst maybe then you can't get caught off guard. And never let down your game face." Zee gives a hint of a smile though, perhaps she's not taking herself too seriously at all. Reaching for the order pad she presses in her order and slides it to him, ready to pay after he opts for his order too. On the screen it shows she'd ordered a sandwich too, leaving him free to do the same. The dark humor he offers gets an amused look. "Like I said, use gut instinct. Most times, I think, you' <English>

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you'll never let yourself down." <English>

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"Game face, keep it on," repeats Andy as he looks down at the pad and considers a sandwhich too. A ways to go to his break at work, its very tempting, his features seem to be pondering the idea. "Wait, is this your game face then? Its been up the whole time," he ponders, punching in some order for a cool drink, less coffee'ish, some dark cool liquid of something or other. "I mean, its a great game face, but now I just ain't so sure, who's winning?" A half chuckle from him at the idea. Then a nods, "Not worried that its me I let down." He leaves that open just a little there, moving down to where tehy can collect drinks. <English>

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Her own drink is something fruity and slushy with the sandwich ordered. A glance to the order pad and if he didn't order a sandwich she'll reach over and double her own to make sure he gets one too then pay by scanning her wrist band. "Actually, I don't know. I am a pretty private person, I think I always wear my game face. As they move down further she glances back at him when he gives the half chuckle. "So if the only person you're letting down is you, then you're doing it right. A perfectionist maybe? At least you're not letting others down." <English>

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A slight tip of his head, as if he is about to salute her last comment. "That right there, I'm okay if I let myself down, but I'm not the only one I'm looking out for." Again left open as drinks are made. "Okay, I'm sure every guy asks to see you again," he confesses, thinking that's what its like to have some fame, but Andy doesn't care where he's going, or that he's being open, "But all the banter about other drinks and all that, I want to see you again. I have work shortly, but you got me all curious here. I think something mutual, the Asteria?" Drinking, gambling, a bit of both. "A couple of days out, unless you're preparing for a race or something." He has no clue. <English>

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"Oh right, your partner, I can imagine how the two of you get, I've seen holos about cop shows and the bonds partners share." Assuming he meant letting his partner down. That and his unit. The drinks arrive as he asks and she reaches out for hers, inserting a cylindrical tube in for ease of drinking. A strawwww. The question brings a wry curve to her lips and she tilts her head a little as she regards him, clearly considering it. "You're going to buy me a drink we'll party some, maybe gamble. It's game on. Remember that game face though," she tells him before taking a sip of her drink. "Asteria it is, a couple days out? I'm available then." <English>

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"Its on then, seems I'm going to be just as available," grins Andy, taking his drink as it arrives the same. No straw though, he'll drink it right from the container it was delivered in. "My partner I trust, even if I let her down, she's good for it." Taking a drink before coming forward, "I have a daughter, that's the one I worry about." More of an 'it is what it is', no indication he's married of course, or that he won't show up for drinking and gambling, just that's the bottom line for him the reason to stay the course so to speak and not over indulge maybe. "Its my only face, and my game face, glad the game's working." A slight scrunch of brows, he didn't have any game that he knew of, but his grin says its all fun regardless. <English>

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"It's on then." Zee takes another drink from her fruit drink and then the sandwiches make an appearance. One each. She collects hers, all wrapped and sealed as it is, and warm. The gender of his partner doesn't even get a raised eyebrow as he clarifies but the rest of what he said registers right away. Eyes widen a touch and there's an intense show of emotion in her eyes as she regards him. "How old?" Like the kids earlier, it's the first thing that crosses her mind, age and all, and she just lets that hang there between them for now. <English>

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Reaching to take his sandwhich, realizing its for him, Andy holds it in the moment. That part is out there now, on his sleeve. Maybe some pride even, "She's 6 now, dropped her off at school before pausing to watch those kids out there when you caught me." Caught him lounging about perhaps. "Sabrina," he offers her name, as if some trust was there. In that intense look of hers, the seriousness of it probably, it caught him and he was giving more details. "Smart as a whip. Or me at least, wiley kid that one I tell you." A grin and a nod. <English>

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It would be hard to miss that pride in his voice or in his eyes, in his tone, in his entire demeanor as he speaks about his kid. An abrupt nod is given, "I can imagine she keeps you busy." Its about the extent of her mention of his daughter but it's clear she does listen. "Admittedly, I know little about kids. Very little." The sandwich is opened and she takes a bite, enjoying it. Finally, she continues along the same vein. "I couldn't imagine being a parent in my line of work. Yours either for that matter." <English>

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"She's a handful, I'd not expect anything less," returns Andy with a hint of a chuckle in the words he gives to Zee. His sandwhich still held, he'll eat it later for certain. "And no, kids don't come with any instructions, you just wing it, or search on line for it." A slight wraggle of his wrist and the OED on it for emphasis. "Its one of those punches in life, a good one, but like any hit you take. You roll with it. Besides, she's a joy, no complaints here." Half a chuckle, "Glad you're not thinking about it, I need you focused on racing, next race I'll go big on you, try to win us something." His daughter implied there. <English>

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The advice comes and goes and Zee looks down at her own OED. The dedication and devotion to his daughter can be distinguished in his tone, or so she imagines, or hears. After another bite of her food, she wraps the sandwich back up and slides it into her coat pocket while continuing to hold her drink. It's maybe an odd sort of silence though but she fills it shortly. "I always stay focused on the race." Her jaw tightens just a little and for a moment she misunderstands the 'us' in that. When she realizes, she snaps and shoots a pointer out towards him, "I'll do what I can to help you and your daughter win big." <English>

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A grin, watching her jaw tightne, he keeps the smile, but eyes watch intensly for a moment. Andy returns, "No, didn't mean to pressure you Zee. You do you, you're damn good at it. You got it down pat here from what I'm seeing." Warm perhaps, that twist of his lips as he lets that ride between them. "Good enough for me," is that insulting? "I mean, you're better than good, amazing. Here." A slight pause, "And racing," he hadn't fumbled too much before but seems to be there now, "You get it I think. We're good, you're amazing. Just don't forget that day of drinking and gambling. See how much corrputing happens." Or converting, what was it she said early. "Glad you ran into me, eitehr way." <English>

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"Oh no nothing would make me happier than winning big for you and your kid. For one, I'm all about a better life and I like when people bet on me. For another, it'd mean I win. I like winning." No offense taken, no insult given. "I don't know about amazing, but I'll do my best. Game face and all that." A smirk is given at the reminder of what she had said earlier. "See how much corrupting happens, but I'm not going to try and corrupt a father into a party guy when he has a kid at home to take care of. We'll have fun though. Here." She offers her OED over to swap info. A cell number and the name Zee is all hers will give. <English>

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Lifting his wrist to near hers to swap information, Andy grins, "Its good, I probably would be hard to corrupt, being a light weight and all." He even chuckles, more information for him. First and last name, his career, his housing information. Seems his condo is really close to where they are even. Its enough for a small family at least, that part is covered. "See, gut instinct you like winning, I don't like losing." A smug nod even, "Can't get better than that. We'll have fun, no restraints, no limits. Rest assured, she'll be cared for." As in, he keeps that limit, that important piece of his life. "I'd stay here all day, but you know, have to round up the usual suspects you know?" Or ship souls to Jupiter, one of the two. <English>

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With his name in her contacts now, Zee checks, makes sure it saved and notices the overwhelming information he had give on himself, including address. Her own she had limited to her first name and phone number. Well, her nickname. "You won't have to worry about losing. I need to check who all is in the lineup though, have you checked?" She could, easily, but she doesn't bother as of yet, a brow arched when she looks towards him about who all she would be racing against, if he knew that is. For now though, no further mention of his home life. "I should get going too, it was nice meeting you, Andy." <English>

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"Not sure who all just yet," he admits himself, with a grin, "Too much to overthink on my side if I look it up too soon before the race. Someone might think I take this serious." Though, he does. He knows enough about the racing, and he's admitted his gambling enjoyment just the same, he can't hide it now. "Nice to meet you too, take care Zee." A pause, he tucks his own sandwich away finaly, to offer a brief wave in parting. Even as he turns to leave, he takes a few steps to look back, almost as if questioning if that was all real, meeting her like that. Then he needs to focus on where his feet are going so as not to bowl over other patrons coming in for their caffeing and energy like drinks. <English>

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"Me too, I try not to psyche myself out by finding out too early too. And I definitely avoid the trash talking before it too." Zee doesn't avoid the tough tactics during it though, or taking unnecessary chances. "Ride like nothing else matters," she murmurs as an explanation to how she drives her bike in it. Then he's on his way and she nods, "Ditto. Have a good one." Watching him when he turns around again she laughs a little because the patron he deftly avoids bowling over. She says nothing else, but she gathers her drink and heads out another exit. <English>

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