>>5398828You grind out the last of the pack under your heel and get to stepping before the nightcrawlers begin to prowl the streets.
To be frank, you’d rather not get into a dust-up with any of the various petty thugs that infest Gotham; mostly because you’d rather avoid the hassle of getting their blood off your civvies. It’s hard not be a little confident in your chances when you’ve thrown down with literal hellspawn and men like the General.
Still, all that jawing with Thoth, coupled with your little bout of nostalgia has put you in the mood for a stiff drink.
The Oblivion Bar isn’t too far away; you’ve got plenty of time to stagger in, grab something with a bit of kick, and check in with your pals.
Nobody messes with you during your brisk walk there, likely because you carry yourself with the aura of someone that’s been around the block a few times.
As you stride into the bar, you take a moment to read the room.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QwVjTlTdIDQLooks like you picked a good night to stop in for a libation.
Aside from a couple regulars, the place is pretty quiet; must be an off day.
You give the bartender a quick wave and head for the table in the back where you play cards with your motley band of poker buddies.
Sure enough, they’re delighted to see you and deal you in for a few hands while grilling you about missing the last few games.
Bobo welcomes you the table, still dressed impeccably as usual. The rest of your ragtag collection of acquaintances are in attendance as well.
There’s Vas, the Russian skeleton still sporting his trademark ushankha; Doc, the enigmatic figure in a full-body plague doctor suit; and Erik, the archaeologist and graverobber exiled to the Arctic tundra.
When you make the mistake of mentioning that your absences were work-related, they quickly clamor for some new stories.
You acquiesce to their demands, on the condition that they pay for your drinks.
Over a steadily refilled glass of whiskey-flavored paint thinner, you recount the highlights from your misadventures in Slaughter Swamp, how you rescued a whole bunch of teens that got in way too deep and dispatched the monstrous presence hunting them down.
In between stories, you continue to pay half-hearted attention to the card game and do decently, but your heart isn’t really in it tonight.
They seemed to like your first story, so you give em another one; about your encounter with a possessed Delrio. You make up some shit about being down in the tropics to do some research, and how you stumbled into a brawl with some of the local mercs that eventually led to a job offer of demon hunting.
Bobo seemed a bit concerned, but you assured him that everything was well in hand.
After playing cards for a few more hours, you’re too fatigued to continue and send Jack a sigil ping to pick you up.
Before you leave, you invite Bobo on your roadtrip, and he’s more than happy to tag along for the ride.
