“No,” Minor answered.  “Have a girl.”

“Get a second!  Or do you want something else?  Got bullets, got some treats.  Booze?  Bad?  K?  Decadence?  Madman?  Nose powder?”

Hm. It does seem this guy has the persistence of a true salesman, at least.

All of those except booze are drugs, aren’t they?

Jeez, these people really aren’t even trying to protect themselves against undercover cops, heroes and the like. Although I suppose actually arresting someone at this arrangement would be difficult.

“Not interested,” Minor answered.

“Not.  Interested.”  The Merchant rubbed his chin, looking skeptical, “Right.”

Yeeeah, he isn’t going to take no for an answer. Is Minor gonna have to beat him up, like Jaw did with the guys at the entrance?

“Wait,” Lisa grinned.  “Decadence sounds good.  How much?”

Hm, I guess we might as well play along.

“Twenty per.”

Twenty of which bill?

“Bullshit,” she replied.  “Not even if it was pure, which it probably isn’t.  Eight bucks.”

Ah, that bill. I suppose twenty dollars per gram(?) is pretty expensive.

“Ah, we have an expert here, do we?  Can’t blame me for trying.  You have to understand, it’s hard to get product with things the way they are.  Ten.”

I suppose he does have a point. Supply and demand, and all that.

“Eight.”

Haggletale ain’t budging, though.