Quoted By:
There's no need to rush into things quite yet. You sit down at one of the bars inside of the base and, well, you try to get a drink. You're not going to get wasted during a mission but it never hurts to get some booze in your system. Your allies quickly join you the moment they spot you drinking at the bar.
An old man covered head to toe in faintly glowing tattoos stare at the four of you. "Cards?" The four of you show him your cards. He barely even looks at them and you know that; Otherwise, he would be questioning why the pictures look wrong. "What drink?"
"Rum and cola." Lex nods his head.
"Whiskey." Ashley places her bat against the stool.
"Gin." Quentin blankly responds.
"Whatever." You shrug. You don't particularly care that much.
"Soon." And he disappears to get your drinks after that. Ashley turns to you. "So, what exactly is the plan now?"
"Look, we're never going to get value out of this things once we behead this gang. We might as well enjoy being a 'part' of it." You tap your fingers against the bartop. "That and we can scope things out."
"Ah. I can respect that. No one seems to care anyways. They just give random drugs and shit to whoever these days." Ashley mutters. She's still raw about that? You raise an eyebrow at her continued seething about this. She seems to take this as a cue to continue.
"We almost got away without killing them until you kept talking, they barely look at these stupid cards, it's like they don't give a shit! They're not taking this seriously! Most of them don't even have any proof of loyalty! No tattoos or anything! It's a fucking amateur's act here!" She huffs after ranting about the seeming lack of...what, professionalism? You don't get what she's rambling about.
"They're probably lax about the rules to get away from the world. Their base is a dance club. I don't think they care THAT much." Lex points towards the dance floor. Frankly, if it wasn't for everyone wearing the same checkered jackets, it would look like any other. "Sometimes, people just wanna hang out with other people like 'em. I can get it."
Quentin scratches at his cheek. Tiny bits of flesh cling to his fingernails. "I do not get the issue here. Is that something required for a syndicate?"
"It just insults me. It's a buncha stupid kids who don't know what it actually takes to struggle in this world. I bet most of them have mommies and daddies hidden away in the Nests around here." Ashley nearly goes to pick up her bat but she stops, letting out a sight. "Sorry, sorry. Don't know what came over me."
"I mean, I guess I get it?" You shrug. "I'm guessing you were in a gang with some close knit friends or somethin'."
"Yeah. Used to." There's suddenly no emotion in her voice or face.
[UNSTABLE] "Pfft, hopefully we don't suck as much as those dudes." Your brain spits out something before you can even process it. Before you even know what's going on, her hands around your throat. <span class="mu-r">She squeezes hard.</span>
