Little bits of steam rose from the tomato soup. John stirred it occasionally with the wooden spoon he had brought along. "Finally, food," he mumbled. He was positively famished. 'Wonder if I can get hungry enough to get a debuff.'
"Ya earned it," Rave shouted over. She was sitting on the couch, trying to get the internet connected to the TV. She was doing all of that in a short, loose orange top and black yoga pants. It was almost as alluring as seeing her naked. Almost. "Technomancers gotta have to get this running," she mumbled. "Can't live without the internet, that'd be torture."
John could only agree. He tried to focus on the meatballs in the soup, rather than Rave. It was difficult when she was stretching and shifting on the couch with all the grace of a bored cat. "Right, do you… want half of the money by the way?" he asked. "I couldn't have done any of this without you."
