You didn’t,” said Winter slowly, staring at Atmosfear in disbelief.
“But I did,” said Atmosfear. “Here’s the proof.”
Atmosfear pulled out a fat wade of nexens and held it up for Winter to see clearly. “See? Ten thousand nexens. Not sure how that translates to American dollars, but the guy I sold ‘em to seemed to think that was a lot. I’m basically rich now, which is weird ‘cause I grew up white trash.”
“You still are trash,” said Winter. “Trash that needs to be taken out with the rest of the garbage.”
Atmosfear smirked and put the money back into his pocket. “Why should you care, anyway? You ain’t the one getting married here unless you were planning to swipe that ring to give to your girl back home for yourself.”
“Of course I wasn’t planning to do that,” Winters snapped. “I wanted t
