#interactions: aster x samir

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WHO: Aster Whitlock & Samir Parikh (@deusmort1s) WHERE: Inferno Casino, Lust floor

Aster had never been the best at reading people. They often struggled to tell whether someone was acting genuinely or using them for their own benefit. They knew it was a weakness that could negatively impact their boss and her company, but they just told themself that they were too low on the corporate ladder to be of much use to anyone.

Perhaps that's why they didn't realize SAMIR PARIKH'S true intentions. They just assumed he was a friendly bartender who wanted to hear about their life, and they were all too willing to ramble on about their daily experiences. After all, they were used to being seen and not heard in their workplace. Getting asked to talk was a change of pace for them.

 ❝And the woman stuck this whole chicken, which was filled with grape jelly and other weird shit, into the microwave and hit the "chicken" button.❞ Aster munched on some fries they ordered from the kitchen as they continued their story,  ❝And she thought it would just cook the whole chicken. It doesn't, and she winds up serving this weird, raw chicken dish to the judges.❞ They paused, fry hanging out of their mouth as they mumbled,  ❝Wait, what was your question again?❞