Playing at a Predator

I'm a bit meh about the dialogue here... for some reason it strikes me as a bit disjointed, I'm just having difficulty pinning down where and what it should say instead (without losing the momentum of the argument). Suggestions are welcome. LOL

Comic of the Week

The Sundown Boys by Emma Pillette

Nineteen-year-old Adrienne, heir apparent to the expansive DeSaule Organization, finds herself targeted by her adoptive father's only biological child, Edmund DeSaule. No longer safe in the only home she has, Adrienne flees the DeSaule Space Station in search of help.

Brothers Leon, Robert, and Geoffrey Heron are the only people in the galaxy that Adrienne knows she can trust. Unbeknownst to them, Adrienne is hurling through space in their direction, and she's about to ask them for one hell of a favor.

Sunset Grill by Kat

The year is 2426. Earth is a patchwork quilt of restive, squabbling Domains, loosely joined under the mantle of the Empire, whose primary goal is to present a united front to the dozens of technologically advanced, land-hungry, and not particularly moral alien races.

The Empire controls the Sol weftgate, humanity's connection to the galaxy at large: through it goes a steady stream of cheap labor, gone to build, clean, or kill for the wealthier races, and through it comes the money and alien technology that fuels much of Earth's economy.

None of which matters particularly to the patrons of the Sunset Grill, a bar on the shady side of town in the run-down and corrupt city of Kieselburg. They're too busy staying alive. Because no matter what the year, there will always be those on the fringes struggling to survive.

And no matter how distant, how strange, or how advanced the place, there will always be someone to ask that all-important question: "Hey, where do I go in this dump to get a decent beer?"