You all jolt suddenly; Crash slamming down the empty scotch bottle he and Axle were drinking, smashing it in the process. ”Throw us another, Alex!” he booms, the bartender slinging his cloth over his shoulder, grabbing another full bottle of scotch, tossing it over. Crash catches the fresh bottle easily, cracking the top and pouring two more. Damn those trogs can drink and to be fair Andy seems like he can pack it away too.
You watch Alex as he heads over, cleaning up the smashed glass. He’s a young human, early 20’s. He seems comfortable enough around the trogs, must have been here a while. You notice that he is tatted to shit, rocking two full sleves, though each very different. One arm’s covered in skulls, flames and several demons, typical of the metal drek that’s played around here. The other looks Japanese. Bright floral designs, a carp and a dragon adorn his left arm. The dragon winds up his whole arm, disappearing in to his shirt.
@ Cheshire
Andy looks at you, speaking once you’ve expressed your concerns. ”Like I say mon, stealth be good here. You be goin in guns blazin, you last 5 snaps Chum. Ya’ll got spark, I like that. But ya get caught, you own ya own feel me? Far as I know ya stayin at my bar while my bridge closed, Mongrel’s come knockin and ya won’t be and I don’t know ya, dig?”
My bridge? Did he just say my bridge?
He listens as you discuss framing a rival gangThese damn Mongrel’s done a good job clearin the island, not sure anyone worth framing left.” Andy continues ”I think the pay tell ya what the danger be, mon. Consider it a promotion, yea? More danger, more nuyen brother”
As Duckdown passes around his joint you nod, taking a small hit, exhaling a small stream of smoke. Before long your whole body relaxes, thoughts slower, calmer. Conversation around you suddenly seems less important. You smile slighty, drek, Duckdown gets good shit. You watch, Duckdown taking a long toke, exhaling a larger, then smaller smoke ring. As the smaller ring passes through the larger, you zone out, fixated.
@Trance
”I not really in tha business of chemical attacks, dig? Can ask around for some masks, sure, but what you think the cost for six masks be, right after this drek nearly 2 in the mornin? Like I say, ya’ll keen, I feel ya. Stay out the blast area, should be fine. Tomorrow I see what I can do. Course if ya find some, problem solved”
Definitely doesn’t sound that fine…
”Reagents? Andy thinks for a second ”Talk ta Cheshire here mon, he been here a while, sure I hear he visited a talismonger on tha island not long ago, aint that right Chesh?”
@Angel
”Inerestin, I thought wid ya age there be more argument about you leadin this little crew. He laughs ”Though looks like a most of you quite young, ya seem competent too, I like ya.” Andy looks at Axle, [color]”Give these Chummers the other 2 room cards mon, looks like they crashin here for a while”[/color] Axle sits up slightly, reaching in to his back pocket passeing two keycards to Alex. He walks over, handing them to you. Seems he’s done for the night. Alex wripes the sweat from his brow, cracking a beer. ”Later boss" he waves as he heads toward the exit, door closing behind him as he leaves.
”You wanna go meet these Mongrel’s face ta face? Some of em hang at Shooters, pool hall more west of the island, ya think this place rough then ya should head there.” he raises an eyebrow slightly ”Doolan’s be Wonderland compared ta that drek hole” Seems Shooter’s isn’t far from here, though while Mongrel’s hang out there, looks like they don’t actually own the place.
Andy raises an eyebrow as you ask for a bottle of something flamable. "Molotov? Don't seem to stealthy, plenty empty bottles behind the bar sure we find somethin to fill it."
@Duckdown
Blowing smoke in Slim’s face, you notice Andy glance in your direction. He doesn’t say anything, though he definitely notices the conflict. You might wonder what he thinks, but the zen is kicking in, drek, it had nearly worn off, that familiar feeling returns, your worries of the world slipping away…
Axle turns his head as you ask about Kitty, roaring with laughter ”Be a lot worse for wear if she’s been in the pit, Omae. You saw how brutal that drek was, your set was killer and a few acts followed. Crowd was riled up good.” You nod, drek you’d seen that crowd it was a little crazy. Was more than one broken nose in that circle pit.
Relaxing, leaning on the table in front of you, you suddenly realise you didn’t see Deen leave. Drek, wonder if she actually went to bed? Did Axle kick her out?
@Kitty
Your head tingles slightly as Trance attempts to help your headache, the pain subsiding slightly. There's still a dull ache, definitely more bearable than earlier.
Entering the bathroom, you look around, slightly disgusted with the horrible smell. You pinch you nose, trying your best to stay away from anything nasty. Drek, is that a needle on the floor? As you finish getting changed, you feel your commlink buzz.
Incoming Message:
>>Contact: Janice
>>You woke me hun, was a great dream! Sam's doing well know how long you'll be? I'm going back to sleep, unless you need something urgently talk tomorrow x
As you send Missy off you think back on the nights events. Hopefully Missy finds something useful, guess you'll find out in the next 30 minutes or so.
Heading back to the bar, Angel asks for assistance, handing you a roll of tape, asking you to tape her baton to her back. Seems she's done this before. As you finish taping her up, Angel puts her shirt back on. Impressive, seems she's done this before you can hardly see the baton. Tapping your head, you think you your implanted deck, thankful you don’t need to follow suit. Damn things are too expensive to replace, even the cheaper models.
@Slim
Andy heads behind the bar, shooing Alex away to wipe down a few tables. Reaching underneath, shuffling slightly, he grabs something, pulling out a small bag, tossing it toward Slim ”Here Chummer. Twelve credsticks, 100 nuyen a pop. Better than threatnin folk for info. Sure you find use a use for em. My price be fair, the best I can do. Be dangerous should you be stupid, try be smart, feel me?” Andy reaches down, pulling open a bar fridge, grabbing a beer and poppin the top, taking a long swig.
You get the feeling he’s had a drek night.
He heads back toward everyone, just as Slim finishes speaking. Damn, those shoes of his are loud. Never sneak in anywhere wearing those. ”I have me a good relationship with DC, mon. Better for me they take out them Mongrel’s once they sure they have the upper hand. They not involved with this drek, they had that firepower they send Mongrel’s packin long time ago. Also if they behind this the target be their headquarters, not tha bridge"
@Everyone
Sighing, Andy head toward the back of the bar ”Guess I show ya what I do have, in case ya be needin anythin. How bout ya follow me out back, see what we can find, ya?"
