Rex looked outside the window, viewing the alley with boredom. Having finished his day early, he had no choice but to sit around as nothing would be happening for a while. He took a drink from his whiskey and, frowning at his cup, picked it up and downed it all on one go.
He heard footsteps enter the room. Looking past his mug he noticed Mother Ruthie, the owner of the brothel he worked/lived at and his parental figure, for lack of a better term. "Ah, there you are, Rex dear. Before you go off to do something else, I was wondering..."
Option 1: "I was wondering if you could go back out and do some more work. We're actually short on funds this month, so I figured it might be better to ask for more."
Option 2: I was wondering if you could help out at the front desk. Only for an hour, of course -- Cherise is taking her break."
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