>Martlo Cigarettes (6 charges). Calms your nerves. Adds a +1d6 to a WILLPOWER or RESTRAINT roll per charge spent. Can spend 3 charges to gain minor RESTRAINT regeneration for a mission.>Combat Bodysuit. Made specifically to be worn by those in high positions of power. Easy to hide under normal clothes. +1 MAX FLESH, prevents crippling wounds, and has a small chance of blocking attacks while worn. May need repairs if you take too much damage, however. >Q-CORP DRONE PHERMONES (3 charges). A foul smelling purple liquid that messes with the heads of those nearby. You may spend a charge to make the next person you encounter completely forget you were ever there. Useful for stealth missions. "Mind if I smoke those later?" He points at the cigarettes. You simply squint at him. "You can buy your own cigarettes. This is for mission stuff." You pack the supplies away for future storage. He simply shrugs. "Well, if we're done here, let's jet."
"Wanna get drunk?" Those words are all you need to say to get his attention. He grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you. His smile has the kind of glee of a kid being told he can go to the candy store.
"FUCK YEAH! LET'S GET GOING, THE HELL ARE WE SITTING AROUND HERE FOR?" He grabs your hand and begins to drag you over to the train station. Okay, wow, you didn't expect him to literally drag you by the hand. You're not quite sure how to feel about this!
[UNSTABLE] PLAY ALONG. HE COULD SMASH OUR HEADS IN LIKE A GOD DAMN PIECE OF CARDBOARD IF HE WANTED TO. THEN, WE CAN GET AWAY AND HIDE IN THE SAFETY OF OUR APARTMENT.
[UNSTABLE] HE PLAYED HIS BIT. NO NEED TO GET TOO CLOSE TO HIM, NICOLE.
Before you even know what's going on, the two of you have already boarded the train back to your home district of District 7. Only after sitting around for a few hours on the train trip home does he calm down at all.
You start heading over to Nicolas'. It's now late in the evening, given the time it takes to go to and from districts and the mission you were on. Not a lot of people are outside aside from various business men stumbling around on their way back home. A lot more snow covers the streets, threatening to turn you into a popsicle if you don't get somewhere safe.
Lex keeps a hand on your shoulder to keep you steady as you two stomp through the snow. You stand before the bar again after a few minutes of walking. A brick building with a simple neon sign labeled "NICOLAS". A bright orange light peers out from the frosted window. Seems like it's still open.
"Ladies first." Lex bows towards the door. You roll your eyes a bit before you eventually go through the door.
https://youtu.be/-9ODZfDAA1Q - NICOLAS' THEME.
It's a lot quieter in here now. The tables and booths around the place are mostly empty aside from what you can guess are a few regulars. Now that it's not a chaotic mess you can actually take in more details here. You slowly walk around to take in where you're at now.
