[ There’s a distinct ‘pop’ as she blows a bubble with her gum, lowering her shades to give him a brief once over. New threads and wings but anyone worth their weight in salt would be able to pick Fizzarolli out of a crowd.

With an all-knowing smile: ]

You’re down here dressed like that, asking about a guy with a rooster tail? You know about the freaks down here, they’d probably put one on just to get a taste. You’d have better luck drawing them a picture, make sure to use red crayon, they’re— [ On the bottom of the totem pole? A few cards short of a full deck? Not as cool as them? She settles for making a so-so gesture with her hand before continuing on with a laugh that nearly becomes a purr. ]

Why not just call him what he is— your boyfriend? For the people in the back of this bargain brand shithole.

[ He might be ignoring the halo but she certainly isn’t. Without missing a beat she reaches out and raps a nail against it, an eyebrow raised. ]

When did you change teams? Or is the big guy into this?