When Mares was asked to be Felsen's bodyguard he had some ideas of what the job might entitled. It soon turned out to be the case that his ideas were wrong. Or at least that Felsen's notion of bodyguard was very different from his.
"Another cup of chol. And be fast, please."
Felsen ordered as her eyes were glued on the floating screen she was messing with. What she was doing, Mares had no idea and also wasn't too interested. He just sighed, went to a drink machine, and took the chol she had asked for.
Once the silver-eyed gave it to her, she didn't even take her eyes off the screen, just took the drink and said nothing else.
Mares wasn't sure if he was a bodyguard or a butler. Still, the pay wasn't bad, so he wouldn't complain.
"You need to put more ice and I wanted another taste, not this one."
He wouldn't complain too much.
"You didn't specify the taste."
"I didn't? Oh, well, anything pink would be good right now."
