“You look like you could use a coffee.” (i was thinking potential bonding over having criminal pasts and finding it hard to get/keep jobs?)
"Ugh, how'd you know?" Scott grunted, looking away from his tablet to face his visitor. He could feel the strain on his eyes reading through proposal after proposal. X-CON needed a big client, and fast. The Karanpetyan Apartments kept the devil by the door for quite some time, offering a network of opportunities, however, the callbacks were slow, and they needed another big fish soon. "Think they just have dark roast? Black?" Scott pondered aloud. He certainly needed something that would kick him in the teeth and stay awake.














