He dusts his suit off before ripping the A-Energy boxes out of your hands. The four of you are about to complain but he shuts you up. "You're not getting away with carrying this much in public. I'll deliver it, alongside your bonus cut, later."
He glances at your three allies. He tosses a handful of 20s for each of them. "Here. Buy yourself something good." He leaves the four of you in the dust. Just taking one look at the shredded meat that was once the Handler makes you realize...even in his weakened state, the Boss' face should NOT have caved in like that. It was like the Handler's fists were lead blocks.
"...Bar?" You cough to get everyone's attention.
"I thought you would never ask."
"Fuck yeah!"
"If the others want."
That's enough for you. The four of you head down the smog-filled streets of District 8. It doesn't take long for you to end up at a small, rink-a-dink bar. It's barely big enough to hold a hundred people and you can tell it's already has double of that but the four of you find a somewhat empty table to sit down at.
https://youtu.be/g4Y8SXxWLHA - RUNDOWN BAR
You sink into your chair. Now without the threat of death keeping the four of you moving, the rest of your allies soon decompress and slump over in their chairs, beyond exhausted. A waiter comes to take your orders before heading away to get them. You made sure to ask for extra ice. She seemed to get the hint.
Ashley lets out a shuddering sigh, the pain of the fight hitting now that the combat high is off. "...Ah. Reid is going to kill me later when he sees me like this. I have to do practice later this week."
"Fuck, man, you're worried about your band still?" Lex scratches an itch on his neck. "I like it, don't get me wrong. But you got beat up to hell. So did I."
"I can understand the desire to continue a pursuit." Quentin leans his arms on the table. "Without a pursuit, there's no purpose to the things you do. Everything has a reason for being, no?"
"Exactly. Fuck, I can't believe I'm agreeing with a Drone here." Ashley snidely laughs at the seeming absurdity.
"I ain't much for that thinking shit. All I need is a good fight and a good drink." Lex turns to smile at you. "And, sure, you gave me a real big scare there, but you gave me both. Thanks."
<span class="mu-g">You sated Lex's bloodlust. You have gained +1 RAPPORT with him.</span>
"Yeah, what the actual fuck was that about?" Ashley snorts. "Sure, Patricia sometimes gets in those moods back at the band, but...not with the exploding bits. Do you want to talk about it?"
"I'm sorry. I don't really know what happened. It worked out in the end, though, right?"
"I guess?" Ashley leans back in her chair. The waiter returns with your drinks and ice bags for Lex and Ashley. They quickly go to place them on their sorest spot while drinking at the cocktails.
"Instability like that does not work well in prolonged contexts. That's what they said to me, you know." Quentin leans forward.
