10-09-2016, 09:43 PM
"Didn't realize the world cared about scientists anymore. At least not enough for you to be rubbing elbows with the likes of these folks."
The commentary was mostly meant in regards to how bloody ridiculous people were about what was important in the world. Musicians and their ilk were find and dandy (and they certainly tended to be dandies), but the average sheeple cared more about pretty entertainers and far less about the folks that were actually doing something useful.
Not that he particularly cared about scientists either. At least, not until they come up with some new breakthrough that made his life either easier, or more likely, harder.
He didn't bother glancing at her though, instead just continuing to study the crowd in the same bored fashion he had adopted, interrupting it briefly to sip his whisky. "No ring. So unless you're planning on banging those strippers in one last act of being single, I'm doubting the bachelorette party. Plus, your mother hen probably wouldn't let you talk to someone like me."
"So what'd you discover that led you to somewhere like this then? Some new skin cream? Voice synthesizer? Half these people can't sing without an expensive computer system."
He wasn't intending to be mean, per say. Just sarcastic. His tone wasn't biting, nor was it as entirely disinterested as his posture have might seemed from afar.
The commentary was mostly meant in regards to how bloody ridiculous people were about what was important in the world. Musicians and their ilk were find and dandy (and they certainly tended to be dandies), but the average sheeple cared more about pretty entertainers and far less about the folks that were actually doing something useful.
Not that he particularly cared about scientists either. At least, not until they come up with some new breakthrough that made his life either easier, or more likely, harder.
He didn't bother glancing at her though, instead just continuing to study the crowd in the same bored fashion he had adopted, interrupting it briefly to sip his whisky. "No ring. So unless you're planning on banging those strippers in one last act of being single, I'm doubting the bachelorette party. Plus, your mother hen probably wouldn't let you talk to someone like me."
"So what'd you discover that led you to somewhere like this then? Some new skin cream? Voice synthesizer? Half these people can't sing without an expensive computer system."
He wasn't intending to be mean, per say. Just sarcastic. His tone wasn't biting, nor was it as entirely disinterested as his posture have might seemed from afar.