>>6161310Sensing your chance, you move to talk to Tikko about that key of his when he cuts you off by placing a spindly, but surprisingly pointy arm around your shoulder! “Come wiv me, kid… gotshomthin ta’ talk to ya about…”
You have no clue how he got behind the bar so fast, but you’re not about to let this opportunity slip through your fingers! Sure, you stammer, where are we going?
“Jush’ walg with me…” he grunts, leading you away from the bar! “Geddanother one of those Andons ready fer’ me when I get back, Kluush…”
The bartender’s jovial expression droops with worry. “Hey, uh, you probably shouldn’t take her down ther-”
“You sherv the drings… <span class="mu-i">I</span> handle the helb…” Snarls the sloshee! Before you can protest, he’s already leading you across the casino floor with remarkable speed for a drunk!
“Sho… sho lishen here…” He slurs as he shoves a patron out of your collective way, “Jush gotta finalishe a few dechails before yer’ hired, doll…”
Every warning siren in your body is blaring itself dead right now, but you hold firm: Spice Cartel though he may be, you’re pretty sure you could take him if it came to that…
… in a <span class="mu-i">FIGHT</span>, mind! Christ…
The two of you smack face-first into a wall that, upon your escort pulling a key out from his spice-scented garb, turns out to be a DOOR! Yanking it open, the Chytree half-guides, half-shoves you inside!
“Geddin…”
Gee, <span class="mu-i">THANKS.</span> Stumbling to a halt at the top of what feels like a long, long ramp, you turn around just in time to feel a claw press against the wall beside your head! S-so <span class="mu-i">this</span> is what that feels like…
Closing the door behind him, the crocked casinoman takes a long, steadying breath before he leans in close to your face…
>CONTD. 