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  1. 2019-03-21 Anna
  2. Hoxton, Sydney, Anna, Dragan, Houston, Dallas
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  4. [19:25:31] <Dallas> *The Tasteful is a popular nightclub in Dupont Circle downtown. Dark neon ambiance, pounding music, a matrix of lit panels for a dance floor, starry ceiling above--disco ball spinning. It's Friday night--busy, people dancing, drinking at the bar. Upstairs, a more intimate VIP lounge with sunken booths and art hung up on the dark wood walls. Strange mix of old and new.*
  5. [19:26:42] <Dallas> *As usual, the line goes around the block, and the bouncer's firm in his refusal to let a very familiar group of noisy young men in. Third time's the charm, right? It's not. He's not letting them in, and they're giving him a piece of their mind.*
  6. [19:27:02] <Sydney> ((Sydney: *walks up and punches them*))
  7. [19:27:12] <Dallas> ((Bouncer: BI B) Spasibo.))
  8. [19:30:13] <Dallas> *With the Hector job just around the corner, Dallas offered to buy the gang some drinks tonight. As always, he's happy playing designated driver, and ferried them over in the Benz. The bouncer might be one grim looking motherfucker, but they won't have any trouble getting in.*
  9. [19:32:35] <Hoxton> *Inside the Benz, Hox is louning shotgun again. One of his new crips suits on for tonight's occasion. Black with a dark red shirt. Classy and a little more party than a plain white shirt. He eyes the line from the outside and grins. Ah he cant help but feel satisfied that they wont have to wait at all, unlike....jesus! It's those fellas again! He laughs quietly loudning comfortably until it's time to get out.*
  10. [19:33:34] <Sydney> *Sydney's in a leather jacket, ripped skinny jeans, and heavy boots. She's also wearing an obnoxiously pink party wig. She's a little antsy to get inside.*
  11. [19:34:23] <Dallas> ((D: Shelby? IS THAT SHELBY?))
  12. [19:34:28] <Hoxton> ((Oh shit shelby))
  13. [19:34:38] <Sydney> ((SHELBY LIVES))
  14. [19:35:09] <Dallas> *Dallas drops them off at the entrance like the goddamn rockstars they are before circling around to park. He'll find his own way in, no problem.*
  15. [19:37:27] <Hoxton> *Hox confidently walks up to the bouncer, eyeing the group of angry blokes. Some day, mates! Some day! He stops, looking up.* Evenin. *remember when he ran away from a guard on the inside? This is much better.*
  16. [19:38:44] <Dallas> *The bouncer takes one look at him and his companions, and he waves them past the velvet rope, much to the young guys' flabbergasted--but thankfully silent--outrage. No questions asked. Pays to have dubious friends in high places.*
  17. [19:39:21] <Sydney> *Sydney follows behind Hoxton, glaring at the guys as she passes. She wishes she could take a more personal approach to them, but she knows holding back is in her best interests.*
  18. [19:40:50] <Dallas> *Judging by security's reaction the last time she took on a handsy patron--they'd much rather deal with these undesirable types themselves, sadly. Inside, the dance floor's already busy with people, and the DJ's hopping energetically in his booth, more into the music than anyone else there. Bar's looking pretty cheery. Could always find a spot in the VIP lounge as well.*
  19. [19:41:26] <Hoxton> Cheers, mate! *Hox grins behind his shades, strutting up confidently into the club, to Sydney* Cant believe those wankas are still tryin! Hah! Well, I'll gonna secure us a place up top. What bout ya?
  20. [19:44:34] <Sydney> *She nods to Hox before quickly retreating to the VIP lounge, ordering herself some Jack Daniels. She nurses it as she watches the dancefloor from the balcony.
  21. [19:46:32] <Hoxton> *Oh shit right. Ex girlfriend troubles huh? Hox moves up as well, looking for a nice booth that accomodates all of them. He then goes to order himself a nice gin and a old fashioned ---wait shit. No drink and drive. He orders a beer instead. One should be alright, right? He returns with his drinks, sitting down with a pleased grumble.*
  22. [19:46:39] <Dallas> *Having parked the Benz, Dallas comes back around and is now heading into the club. "I'm with the skinny British kid, the pink-haired woman, and the gruff looking older guy." That's his winning strategy.*
  23. [19:46:55] <Hoxton> ((>8C))
  24. [19:46:57] <Sydney> ((Dallas is a silver fox he can get in anywhere))
  25. [19:47:08] <Hoxton> ((WHY DO I GET TO BE THE SKINNY KID D8<))
  26. [19:47:14] <Dallas> ((BECAUSE YOU ARE. BD))
  27. [19:47:18] <Sydney> ((slimjim))
  28. [19:47:25] <Hoxton> ((HE'S OLDER THAN SYD.))
  29. [19:47:34] <Sydney> ((everyone's older than Syd))
  30. [19:47:37] <Hoxton> ((D8< >8I IT'S ALSO CALLED LEAN.))
  31. [19:47:38] <Dallas> *The silver fox makes his way inside, feeling inexplicably bolstered.*
  32. [19:47:57] <Anna> *Black lace longline, tight black shorts, a thin gold necklace and the flash of diamonds at her ears, and suede thigh-high boots marked by a gold G at the side of the knee. It's just her, this time. No elegantly dressed gentleman twice her age or more to hang off of. Not this time. Alone, perched at the largest booth (grandly outsizing her by far, and locking others away from it), she's picked a place to see, and more importantly, be seen, both from the dance floor below and anywhere else in the VIP lounge, eyes flickering through the assortment, lazy in their calm*
  33. [19:49:13] <Anna> ((How old is Dallas exactly?))
  34. [19:49:21] <Hoxton> ((Aww! Does she have by chance stiletto heels in her sortiment? Going full cat burglar!))
  35. [19:49:29] <Dallas> ((He's 44.))
  36. [19:49:39] <Anna> ((when does she *not* have stiletto heels?))
  37. [19:50:14] <Anna> ((Sometimes she goes chunky for the runway but she finds them unsexy for streetwear.))
  38. [19:53:50] <Hoxton> *The man carrying a gin and a beer is somewhere around his early thirties. Tall and lean build, sporting a black suit that has a disctinct italian look to it. Tailored and yet not over the top in terms of fancy. Quiet classy, let's say. Dark hair geled back. He is wearing dark shades but if she looks at him for a while longer, something looks off with the left half of his face. However he carries himself almost cockily, looking at ease. Calling over to a young woman standing at the balcony.*
  39. [19:53:56] <Anna> ((only now in a horrifying pink wig.))
  40. [19:54:18] <Sydney> ((Like, we're talking radioactive pink. It almost generates its own glow))
  41. [19:54:46] <Dragan> ((Dragan is a middle aged fella, he's got a stocky build(game's words not mine) and he also wears a really ugly orange-brown suit.))
  42. [19:55:16] <Dragan> ((also he's from Croatia so he speaks with an accent))
  43. [19:55:18] <Dallas> *From where they're sitting upstairs, they get a good vantage point of Dallas--mid 40's, salt and pepper hair and beard, tallish, trim (or so the FBI says)--having a look around downstairs before making his way up the stairs to the lounge. From a distance, you might say discount George Clooney, but they look nothing alike up close.*
  44. [19:55:34] <Hoxton> *Also the guy speaks with a distinct accent. British, probably.*
  45. [19:55:35] <Sydney> ((He's so much more handsome than Clooney))
  46. [19:56:08] <Hoxton> ((Clooney more like discount Dallas BI))
  47. [19:56:15] <Sydney> ((paycheck dallas))
  48. [19:56:11] <Dragan> *Dragan's wearing his... signature brow suit. He follows Syd and Hox into the club, but stays behind them to wait for Dallas*
  49. [19:57:04] <Dallas> *Dallas catches sight of Dragan, says with a smile* There you are! Didn't mean to keep you waiting. *A nod.* The others upstairs? C'mon, let's join 'em.
  50. [19:59:39] <Sydney> *After surveying the dancefloor, Sydney turns, about to find a table, but the woman catches her eye. She eyes her up and down appraisingly, but eventually shakes her head and sighs, going to find a seat. She downs the rest of her drink, staring at the dregs forlornly.*
  51. [20:00:16] <Hoxton> *Oh shit. Dragan is there as well. Let's say, since he doesnt know what the man likes, he gets him a beer too. Cant go wrong with that right? And if he does not like it....more for him.*
  52. [20:00:18] <Dragan> *He nods and follows Dallas. Once upstairs he orders himself a drink and sits down*
  53. [20:00:57] <Hoxton> Oi. What's with the long look? *Beat* Uh. Everythin alright? 'S about ya....well. Her?
  54. [20:01:36] <Hoxton> *If Hox catches sight of Dragan and Dallas, he will wave to signal them where they sit.*
  55. [20:02:08] <Dallas> *Speaking of her--no sign of her down there, not on the dance floor, not at the bar. Thankfully (?), she hasn't texted Sydney since that last meeting. Looks like it's over.*
  56. [20:02:41] <Anna> *A sneer distorts the smooth cheekbones when her eyes find the pink wig, and the burnt orange suit, peels back her bright red lipstick (Kat Von D, you could snog in that and come out pristine). Its controlled into a smile. Cold. But a smile. Handsome men in company of such a ridiculous creature couldn't possibly be taken. Her gaze lingers. But for now: observation.*
  57. [20:03:01] <Sydney> ((HAH))
  58. [20:04:35] <Sydney> Nah. Just...remembering the days when I could take a nice sheila or bloke home without having to worry about getting recognized.
  59. [20:05:05] <Sydney> Can't really do it now, either, without my own place.
  60. [20:07:04] <Hoxton> Hah. Comes with the business, huh? Still bloody sucks. *He takes a sip from his gin.* Chin up, lassie. Doubt any of those wankas would recognize ya mug. Play it low, be...well. Careful. Doubt ya gonna have this bad luck twice.
  61. [20:07:39] <Dallas> *Dallas looks around--spark of surprise at the young woman all alone in the big booth. Kinda overdressed for a clubber, but then again, Hox isn't the only one in a finely tailored Italian suit. Must be waiting for someone, right? But the vantage point she's chosen, immediate point of focus for anyone entering the lounge-- He gives a quick up-nod to Hox--I see you there!--and makes his way over to have a seat. He notes the beer, says* For me?
  62. [20:09:33] <Hoxton> *He looks up as Dallas approaches with Dragan in tow, grinning.* Yeah! Suppose a whiskey woulda been too strong for designated driver huh? *to Dragan* Got ya one as well....dunno if beer's ya thing. It's alright. For american beer that is!
  63. [20:09:54] <Dallas> *Dallas cracks a smile.* Cheers. It'll do just fine.
  64. [20:09:57] <Hoxton> *He offers them the beers. He's still a little gentleman.*
  65. [20:10:58] <Hoxton> *he leans back, looking very satiesfied. Aw yes a job well done.* Cant believe we trashed this place.
  66. [20:11:55] <Dallas> *He's quite the little gentleman! Dallas takes his with a nod of thanks.*
  67. [20:13:12] <Hoxton> ((LITTLE? D8< AHH!))
  68. [20:13:19] <Dallas> ((YOU SAID! D8<))
  69. [20:13:28] <Hoxton> ((FUCK!))
  70. [20:13:39] <Hoxton> ((>BI *LEANS BACK* B'I))
  71. [20:16:11] <Dragan> *He nods to hox* Thanks, man *He looks around the club after hox mentioned how they trashed the place. While he didnt know how long ago they trashed it, it was in surprisingly good condition. Hell he's not even sure why they're allowed in, but he wont pry. He takes a sip of the beer. Hox was right, not bad at all for American beer.*
  72. [20:18:22] <Sydney> *Sydney orders a beer as well. It's not her preference, but it's easier to nurse than a shot. And nurse it she does. It feels good getting out of the safehouse, but having to hide, having to hold back is killing her. She actually had a much better time at Gage's than she is now, but the night is still young.*
  73. [20:18:55] <Anna> *She straightens, freezes, relaxes. A soft hum breaks her throat. First chance missed: the herd coalesces. She stands. The leather bends, crinkles. She crosses the room, braces herself against the balcony, eyeing them from the side. Tailored one is nice. But alphas make poor targets.*
  74. [20:19:14] <Dallas> *Right. For a trashed nightclub, it barely shows a scuff. Not a sign the place got thrashed by a bunch of rowdy clowns just a couple weeks ago. From here, they've got a pretty good vantage point across the club to the big glass window of the manager's office. There's a guy in there--those who have met him will recognize him as Aleksandr.*
  75. [20:19:21] <Sydney> ((You know what's really really funny))
  76. [20:19:51] <Sydney> ((Sydney seems like she'd be the one of the group most likely to actually go hit on her))
  77. [20:20:35] <Sydney> ((She'll need to get drunker first. She has to get over her 'trying to be careful' thing into 'fuck it'))
  78. [20:21:17] <Dallas> *Salt and pepper watches her go. At rest, unsmiling, he's got the focused look of a tiger, but he makes no move to come over and talk to her, only takes a gulp of beer.*
  79. [20:22:21] <Anna> ((Patience before pouncing, prey like this doesn't run fast.))
  80. [20:22:41] <Hoxton> *To Dragan. Fella probably wont even know the skinny of this place.* Ya know, couple weeks back we were paid to fook this place up proper. And shite, we did. Well. *he grins and points at Sydney* She has a knack for that shite. Anyway. We ...uh. Shite kinda happened. Anyway. So yeah, case ya were wonderin.
  81. [20:23:31] <Sydney> ...Yeah, mighta shot the manager's kneecaps out. Wonder how he's doin'? *She doesn't really care.*
  82. [20:24:13] <Hoxton> Heard he's livin. *Hox looks troubled for a moment.*
  83. [20:25:20] <Sydney> Kay. *She stands up, stretching slightly.* I'm gonna go get another drink. I'll be back in a sec.
  84. [20:25:35] <Dallas> *Dallas withholds comment, having another drink from his beer. Rattled by the memory.*
  85. [20:27:03] <Hoxton> WELL. So, think we oughta discuss the Hector job huh? *QUICK. CHANGE THE SUBJECT*
  86. [20:27:06] <Sydney> *Sydney walks off, headed to the bar. She spends a lot of time deliberating, trying to figure out the strongest drinks she can get with her limited budget. She's actually having to think about money, having just spent so much of it on guns.*
  87. [20:27:46] <Dallas> *The remix is still out there on LiveLeak. "Gopnitsa shoots out man's knees to hardbass". Remixed footage of a woman in Adidas and a duct tape mask kneecapping the guy, yells and screams included.*
  88. [20:27:48] <Dragan> This place looks pretty good, then. *He takes another sip of his drink* But then how, er, why are we allowed back in here. *Jesus, shooting out someones kneecaps.*
  89. [20:28:21] <Dallas> *NO WORRIES ABOUT DRINKS, Syd. Dallas is buying tonight. Go all out, mate.*
  90. [20:28:43] <Sydney> ((to be fair the contractor of the job fucking loved it.))
  91. [20:28:50] <Sydney> ((and was the one to make the remix))
  92. [20:29:19] <Dallas> ((Vlad: Vlad takes no credit for the sheer... brilliance of the performance art, okay? Only the remixing! :D))
  93. [20:30:02] <Hoxton> Well. Talks were had, uhh negotioations. Ended up owin the bosses of said fella a favor which we repaid. And otherwise? Guess it's my bloody charm and good looks. *Beat* Also played cards with em once.
  94. [20:34:03] <Dallas> The cards were definitely the deciding factor. *beat; without letting on, or looking back over at Anna* Anybody recognize her? Boots, shorts. She's been looking at us.
  95. [20:35:11] <Hoxton> Bit overdressed ain't she? *Hox shuffles a little. Not looking over yet.* She did? I don't know her.
  96. [20:37:06] <Dragan> Ah, i get that. *He leans back in his seat, still thinking about the kneecaps thing. I mean, he's seen worse but good lord that must've been painful. Dragan glances over at the woman, and shakes his head at Dallas* No, never seen her.
  97. [20:37:22] <Sydney> *Sydney lurks at the bar, and orders a shot. She drinks it there, since why bother going back to the table to drink it when she just will probably get another one? She's totally not avoiding the topic of conversation and waiting a safe amount of time before she can head back.*
  98. [20:39:22] <Anna> *Noticed. Her posture shifts. One leg bent, the other straight, leaning forward slightly. Playboy bunny shot. She straightens, drums her fingers on the counter, then flips around, marching for the bar. Just a *flick* more hip-swing than before.*
  99. [20:40:40] <Dallas> *Jesus. Dallas stares--of course he does. He stares and stares, then turns to the other two with a bewildered look. Did you guys see that?*
  100. [20:41:02] <Sydney> ((bend...and snap!))
  101. [20:41:14] <Anna> ((beeeeend... and snap!))
  102. [20:42:18] <Hoxton> *Hox made an effort to not look over but as soon as he sees Dallas staring, he does so as well. His eyebrows rise from beyond his shades. Quietly* The fook was that. Uh. We sure we dont know her?
  103. [20:44:45] <Dallas> *Dallas lets out a confused half-chuckle, takes a sip.* Whaddaya think? Honeypot?
  104. [20:46:48] <Hoxton> *Hox snorts into his gin.* Three handsome blokes sittin by themselves? Could be. But...didnt like the way she looked at us there. *Beat, he looks around checking for any more people possibly watching them. If this is some undercover cop type kinda shite.*
  105. [20:47:24] <Hoxton> We dont owe anyone anythin right?
  106. [20:48:06] <Sydney> *Sydney's a couple shots deep by this point. She's currently contemplating the philosophical question of if Ilija counts for her self-imposed (and currently secretly broken) rule of not dating within the gang. He's definately not in the gang, but could she get away with being public about it?*
  107. [20:48:26] <Sydney> *And then there's the whole Wolf thing. It's been so awkward since the Jewelry store.*
  108. [20:49:54] <Dallas> *There--across the club. Aleksandr briefly meets Hox's eye, raises his hand in friendly greeting, but then goes back to his work.*
  109. [20:50:00] <Anna> *Her elbows come to rest on the bar. She snaps, waves a bartender over.* Cherry chocolate martini, please. *She perches, hooks one leg over the other, leans her head on her hand, and looks at the... pink... fur...* What's with the wig?
  110. [20:51:05] <Sydney> *Sydney blinks, coming out of her reverie and looking at the attractive woman before her.* Felt like making a statement.
  111. [20:52:19] <Dallas> As far as I can tell, we're square. As for Hector--still no news from Bain about the hit, and I'm fine with that. A little time off on the weekend, get in some practice down at the range.
  112. [20:55:03] <Hoxton> I'll drink to bloody that! *He chuckles and takes a lazy sip from his gin.* Ah..*He catches Aleks' wave, just managing to return it with a nod. Blimey. What a way to remind him they still sorely remember their meddling in this place.* A little quality time with me and Misses Shoxworth huh? *He chuckles but turns serious.* Waddaya think? Do we take that job? Told Hector we'd think about it first.
  113. [20:55:33] <Anna> Well. It's certainly an interesting statement. *She traces a circle on the bar, watching her.* Out with friends for the night?
  114. [20:57:36] <Sydney> *Sydney looks down, smiling faintly despite her overall gloomy mood.* They're starting to feel a bit more like family at this point. But yeah.
  115. [20:58:08] <Sydney> ((I've decided Sydney's ability to fake accents is inversely proportional to how drunk she is))
  116. [20:58:22] <Dallas> We can afford to be picky eaters. We won't get anything out of a failed contract, right? At least Hector knows when to quit pushing. It's been a while since we heard from Vlad. Frankly, I'm starting to get a little worried.
  117. [20:58:26] <Sydney> Howbout yourself?
  118. [20:59:42] <Dallas> *Dallas looks around, decides it's loud enough he doesn't need to worry about bugs or being overheard. To Dragan* Vlad's the reason we knocked this place over. Real crazy guy.
  119. [21:01:46] <Dragan> Sounds like it. *He picks up his drink again, finishing it this time*
  120. [21:02:39] <Hoxton> He's bonkers. Really. But wouldnt take him lightly. Dunno how much that's show to make people underestimate him. *To Dallas.* Ah. Fookin hell. When he's beein too pushy, it's odd. When he's too quiet, it's odd! Christ. Anyway. Doubt we couldnt handle Hectors request. Couple twats snoopin for outside cartels.
  121. [21:03:05] <Dallas> *A nod to Dragan as Dallas gets up.* I'll get you another one. Hox, refill?
  122. [21:03:25] <Anna> *A flick of her wrist in a dismissive wave.* Well, you know how it is, some nights there's simply nothing better to do. *A flash of a smile, an eyebrow raised* Family, hm? How's that?
  123. [21:03:53] <Hoxton> Yeah, cheers mate! I'd like that!
  124. [21:04:19] <Hoxton> *He looks over, raising an eyebrow however.* Uh oh. Syd's talkin to the femme fatale!
  125. [21:04:29] <Dallas> *Dallas grabs their empties, makes for the bar, but not without saying* Vlad quiet kinda makes you wonder what he's brewing. Probably nothing good, huh? *With that, he heads over to the ladies.*
  126. [21:05:52] <Sydney> Well, it's a little...hard to explain. *Relief is in Sydney's eyes as she spots Dallas heading over. She's been scrambling to come up with a nonincriminating answer.*
  127. [21:05:59] <Hoxton> *To Dragan.* Well it's us now eh? Cant tell me that Lady aint plannin somethin. *He nods over at the bar*
  128. [21:06:29] <Dallas> ((Oh shit. How explain.))
  129. [21:06:42] <Dallas> ((Dallas: *holds Syd and Hox* :D These are my adopted kids! <:D))
  130. [21:07:03] <Anna> ((Need a stepmom?))
  131. [21:07:13] <Dallas> ((GOIN' IN FOR THE KILL, EH?))
  132. [21:07:35] <Dallas> ((Dallas is three ex-wives deep in alimony. He'll pass.))
  133. [21:07:58] <Hoxton> ((Locke: My friend, I know a solution B[D))
  134. [21:08:03] <Dallas> ((LOCKE, NO.))
  135. [21:08:05] <Anna> ((Hey, that's why you have one for the money, and one for the makeouts!))
  136. [21:08:09] <Dragan> Yeah, something's..... off about her. *He looks at her for a moment, then looks away, just so she doesnt notice him staring*
  137. [21:08:48] <Sydney> We're...ah...coworkers. Travelling consultants. Acquisitions. We spend a lot of time on the road with each other, we've just gotten real close over time.
  138. [21:08:56] <Hoxton> Ya mean....lookin like she's heisted the jewelery store we hit herself? *he chuckles, nudging Dragan* Your type?
  139. [21:10:13] <Dallas> *Dallas orders two more, leans on the bar to wait. Sideways glance at the two of them, then a smile. To Anna* Hey. *Not even an Aaron-style deep shoulder-touch "hey". Just a light hey. Hey, how's it goin'?*
  140. [21:12:19] <Anna> In my experience, takes a bit more than "work" to reach "family" status. *The smile is disarming. Her gaze shifts to Dallas, and the left side of her mouth changes angle. Upwards* Hello. *A nod*
  141. [21:13:32] <Sydney> *Sydney is visibly relieved at Dallas' interruption.*
  142. [21:13:53] <Hoxton> ((Anna right now: BI BJ))
  143. [21:16:20] <Dallas> *Dallas comes a little closer.* I see you've met Heather. *Is it still Heather? Dallas should be aware of her current public alias. Hopefully not Shelby.* I'm Nate. To whom do I owe the pleasure?
  144. [21:16:47] <Sydney> *Bain's new identity hasn't come through yet, so yes, it's Heather.*
  145. [21:17:58] <Dallas> *NATHAN. What just happ--
  146. [21:18:24] <Hoxton> *Hox looks still relaxed, the way he lounges. He is keeping a close watch however. Looks like will have to wait for his drink at this rate. His eyes narrow a little and he gets up, strutting over to the bar.*
  147. [21:19:15] <Anna> *She extends her hand* The pleasure is mine, Nathan. I'm Anna. *A smile, tilt of her head* What brings your little found family out tonight?
  148. [21:20:51] <Dallas> *Handshake? Dallas shakes with her, gently, says* We're celebrating. Just managed to close a major deal here in DC, figured what better place to celebrate the win than at the Tasteful? What brings you here, Anna?
  149. [21:21:22] <Dallas> *At Hox's approach, Dallas lights up a bit, quickly holds out his gin.* Here you go, buddy.
  150. [21:21:42] <Dragan> *Dragan gets up, and follows Hox over to the bar*
  151. [21:21:51] <Sydney> *Sydney quietly orders another shot.*
  152. [21:21:53] <Dallas> *Dallas sheepishly gives Dragan his beer.*
  153. [21:24:09] <Hoxton> *the frown loosens a little and he takes the gin with a smile.* Cheers mate! *then turns his attention to Anna.* Evenin. *She might notice a pair of gleaming cufflinks on his sleeves. The eyes made of red stones. They could be rubies.* I see a party has started round here?
  154. [21:24:14] <Anna> Oh? Certainly you can't beat the mixed drinks here. *She lifts her own very pink glass to him* Congratulations on the deal. You come off of Kay street or, does your business lie elsewhere?
  155. [21:24:45] <Hoxton> *Whoops. Stylized snake heads. Red stones for eyes*
  156. [21:24:57] <Sydney> ((Yeah, lobbyist central))
  157. [21:25:11] <Dallas> *In other words, Hoxton is loaded as fuuuuck.*
  158. [21:26:02] <Sydney> ((also fun fact there is no J street in DC))
  159. [21:26:50] <Dragan> *Dragan nods, quickly thanks Dallas for the drink and goes to find a seat at the bar*
  160. [21:28:03] <Dallas> *Dallas falters for a split second. Hard to say if he's just distracted by his coworkers congregating at the bar, or disappointed his chances with her are swiftly evaporating. Quick recovery, and he says* Yeah, got it in one, actually. We just got back from Georgetown. Negotiations ran on late, but we got 'em. It's in the bag.
  161. [21:29:38] <Dallas> *Oh dear God, do they have public aliases? What did Syd call Hox at GO Bank--Will?*
  162. [21:29:46] <Sydney> ((Yeah))
  163. [21:30:21] <Dallas> *Any aliases, Dragan? Else Dallas will end up saying something monumentally stupid like Dragoslav.*
  164. [21:30:34] <Dragan> ((jhjhgfdkljndfgjkndfjkngjnkfsd))
  165. [21:30:42] <Sydney> ((I can't even))
  166. [21:30:49] <Sydney> ((that's the best/worst))
  167. [21:31:01] <Dragan> ((THATS FUCKIN HILARIOUS))
  168. [21:32:38] <Dragan> ((its really stupid that dragan just goes by his first name >_>. but uuuuhhhhhhh i cant think of anythin. so go crazy chief))
  169. [21:32:50] <Dallas> ((WELL.))
  170. [21:33:18] <Anna> *She laughs* Must have been an attractive deal, to get any of them to stay a second past five when there aren't appetizers on the way. Either that or an excellent business manner. *Her eyes flicker briefly to the pink wig*
  171. [21:34:16] <Anna> *The cufflinks appear to go unnoticed.*
  172. [21:34:22] <Sydney> *Luckily, Sydney doesn't notice the dig at Shelby.*
  173. [21:34:48] <Dallas> Believe me, it was a whale of a catch. Oh! Uh-- *stepping back to introduce his partners-in-crime* This is Will, and this is Dra--agoslav. *Goddamn it, Nate.* Guys, this is Anna. Connoisseur of mixed drinks.
  174. [21:35:05] <Dallas> *SORRY, YOU ARE NOW DRAGOSLAV.*
  175. [21:35:43] <Hoxton> What can I say. We got our ways to be convincin. But what he said. Tonight's us celebratin. *He nods, shooting Dallas a look. Dragoslav. Nice.* Evenin Anna.
  176. [21:36:31] <Anna> Oh, hardly a connoisseur! Not over sugar and fruit! *She returns the nod to Will* Good evening to you also.
  177. [21:36:39] <Dallas> *Yikes. Sheepish look from Dallas, but he sticks to his guns. God, he's missing his flat room temp beer right now.*
  178. [21:38:08] <Hoxton> So what does bring you out here?
  179. [21:39:06] <Dallas> *Takes a moment for Dallas to realize she hadn't answered his question. He excuses himself, goes back to the booth to grab his bottle.*
  180. [21:39:20] <Dallas> *THE ANNA MYSTERY THICKENS.*
  181. [21:40:31] <Dragan> *Dragoslav. Honestly, it could be worse. But still kind of makes him wish he had prepared and alias beforehand. At least he wasn't given some American name and forced to speak in a shitty fake accent*
  182. [21:40:32] <Anna> *A flick of her fingers, as if to reverberate the question off somewhere into the noisy bustle of the lower room.* Oh, this and that, and there was nothing any good at the cinema. I've no such victory to celebrate, unfortunately. Save for conquering another day of living!
  183. [21:41:25] <Sydney> *Sydney raises her newly arrived shot at that, downing it without a word.*
  184. [21:43:09] <Hoxton> That's good enough for most of us, I daresay. *This and that huh? Like observing the most notorious gang in the DC area?*
  185. [21:44:48] <Dallas> *Coming back to the little bar congregation, Dallas takes a moment to just come over to Sydney and quietly say to her* Pretty high stakes deal we're closing. How're you doing? Doing all right?
  186. [21:46:20] <Sydney> Just...remembering what I'm missing out on. *She shrugs.* Part of the life we lead, I guess.
  187. [21:47:39] <Dallas> Give it a little time to settle. We got a good thing going here. It's gonna be okay. *He squeezes her shoulder, moves back to lean on the bar.*
  188. [21:48:17] <Anna> Frugality might say otherwise. Not that that would be a problem for you. Add a crimson silk pocket square and those would be fit for the Wagner. *She nods to his wrists* Very elegant, I like them.
  189. [21:52:31] <Sydney> Yeah. *She shrugs lightly, then sighs.*
  190. [21:53:39] <Hoxton> *A look at her expensive getup.* I doubt anyone's feelin pretty frugal in here. Would be weird otherwise huh? *He stops, not looking down at his cufflinks however.* Thank you. I like them as well. *He tilts his head a little.* I do not suppose you are meaning the composer?
  191. [21:55:16] <Anna> *A smile* Your business must not take you to New York much, hm?
  192. [21:57:02] <Hoxton> *A grin* I have been there a few times. But business was calling. We dont get to rest and party that much usually. I am eager to learn however.
  193. [21:58:41] <Anna> If you have the chance, should we ever meet in New York, I'd love to show you the place. Lovely building, and so much history! Tsar Alexander dined there, you know.
  194. [22:02:27] <Hoxton> I take it you are familiar with the big apple then? It'a an interesting city. I cannot say when business is calling us back there. *A look at Dallas* Landing this big score might require us a little less traveling. But so far, DC is pretty interesting as well.
  195. [22:03:16] <Dallas> *Dallas has been quietly listening in on their conversation, nursing that one flat beer, and meets Hox's look with a small nod.*
  196. [22:05:10] <Dallas> *Something still doesn't add up to him. She was sitting in the most striking spot in the lounge, and that walk to the railing, then over to the bar--every step was designed for eyecatching, and here she is talking about NYC and tsars. What's her game?*
  197. [22:06:02] <Anna> I spend my summers there. And some time in the autumn, when I get the chance. It's quite lovely in the autumn. *She follows his glance* You think you might be settling here in DC then?
  198. [22:09:06] <Sydney> *Sydney glances back over to the woman and Hoxton. She remarks quietly, in a sing-song tone,* Hox is getting lucky...
  199. [22:09:16] <Hoxton> Maybe. If the deals keep coming. This city has a couple nice corners, really. May not be New York but it has charm. Even if traffic is nuts. *He looks at Dallas, but very briefly. IF I KNEW. Something is up, for sure. MAybe she knows them from back in New York?*
  200. [22:10:27] <Hoxton> Foggy Bottom, Great Falls. Those are night neighborhoods. Could see myself around there.
  201. [22:10:45] <Hoxton> *HE IS IGNORING YOU, SYD.*
  202. [22:11:06] <Sydney> ((>:D))
  203. [22:11:38] <Dallas> *Dallas briefly brightens up at the mention of Foggy Bottom and Great Falls. Expensive places to live in two very different ways, both very interesting to him.*
  204. [22:14:36] <Anna> Foggy Bottom? That's not very far from where I live. Perhaps we might be seeing more of each other.
  205. [22:14:51] <Anna> What do you like about it?
  206. [22:15:01] <Sydney> ((Sydney: The name!))
  207. [22:15:15] <Dallas> *Dallas tries catching Hox's eye, raising his eyebrows. She's going in for the kill, all right.*
  208. [22:15:25] <Hoxton> *HELP.*
  209. [22:15:47] <Sydney> *Sydney just smirks. This is entertaining to watch.*
  210. [22:15:51] <Dallas> *What accent is Hox doing?*
  211. [22:16:24] <Hoxton> *He is trying for a plain english. Not daring for an american one. MIght sound a little like south african though. He took the advice.*
  212. [22:19:21] <Dallas> *Dallas cuts in--asks for another round for his friends here, Anna included. Jumps in to say* Will over here--he's from South Africa. What was it, couple years in South Africa, couple years in England? *to Anna* Ever been overseas? Europe, maybe?
  213. [22:21:20] <Sydney> *Sydney scootches over towards Dragan, asking quietly,* Whaddya think of the sheila?
  214. [22:21:21] <Dallas> *When in doubt, reach for some kind of globe-trotting mutt dragged from country to country by traveling parents. Muddies up the accent. 60% of the time, it works every time.*
  215. [22:21:30] <Hoxton> *Jesus, thank you Dallas! He shoots him a grateful look, nodding.* Yeah! Exactly. Not this side of the pond. Nathan however is the man concerning the states!
  216. [22:21:39] <Anna> Oh yes, Nathan wasn't it? Paris a few times, once Navarre. Not to London, but hopefully soon. Do you travel much?
  217. [22:22:22] <Hoxton> *Next drinks are on Hox, Dallas.*
  218. [22:22:26] <Dallas> *:D*
  219. [22:22:34] <Hoxton> *CHEERS*
  220. [22:23:29] <Anna> ((Anna sounds native DC. At least right now.))
  221. [22:24:40] <Dallas> *wryly, passing her another colorful cocktail* I've got plans, but you know how it is. Work keeps you on the road, just not the roads you'd like. But Navarre. Spain, right? Beautiful place, never been--you'll have to tell me all about it. Weather must be amazing over there right about now.
  222. [22:27:26] <Hoxton> *Hox looks immensely grateful. Ever since his breakout, he hasnt been exactly chatty with strangers. Especially not with someone who just reeks like trouble waiting to happen. He sips his gin, taking an idle look at his phone but he is listening in closely.*
  223. [22:27:31] <Dragan> *He looks at Sydney and shrugs, remaining silent. He's finished his drink at this point and orders another. Then he focuses his attention back to the conversation, He's curious to know more about this Anna lady*
  224. [22:30:41] <Anna> *Her eyes follow the drink as it passes from bartender to Nathan's hands, to hers* Thank you. *A smile.* Oh yes, it is beautiful. The views of the mountains are simply stunning. *She takes a sip of the drink, which fades blue and green from the bottom* I can't say I was very impressed by the cities.
  225. [22:31:34] <Dallas> *No sleight of hand here, no ma'am. He holds it from the bottom, doesn't touch anywhere near the rim.*
  226. [22:33:30] <Dallas> Don't tell me you missed the skyscrapers.
  227. [22:33:41] <Sydney> Bah, you're no fun. *Sydney sticks her tongue out at Dragan.*
  228. [22:34:20] <Anna> Oh I didn't miss them. Just didn't find them as appealing. Here, you won't know unless you see. *Abruptly, she flicks her phone out from her bra, rapidly unlocks it, and pulls up an album of photos. Dozens of shots of skylines, trees, flowers, and architecture. She shifts, leaning slightly against him as she holds her phone for him to see.* These are the pictures I took on my trip -- just two years ago!
  229. [22:35:36] <Dragan> *Dragan gives Syd a "yeah, whatever" sort of look, then gets back to his drink*
  230. [22:35:44] <Hoxton> *Hox almost snorts into his gin however. Did she...pull it outta her bra? JESUS*
  231. [22:36:05] <Anna> *A bra is an excellent pocket when you have an excellent rack. Which she does.*
  232. [22:36:44] <Dallas> *Nathan's more than a little stunned by the sudden appearance of the phone, but then--no visible bag or pockets. Guess that phone's gotta go somewhere-- He goes still at the lean, stays where he is, paying close attention while she gives him the virtual tour of the city.* Beautiful shots.
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  236. [20:24:10] <Sydney> *Sydney can't help but oggle. She mutters,* Crikey, she's a bold one, innit she? *Sydney's tone is approving.*
  237. [20:24:17] <Anna> ((who knows what else might be hiding under those lush tits. a knife? *waggles brows*))
  238. [20:24:37] <Dallas> ((BI Sails and a rudder hidden under that bodice.))
  239. [20:24:43] <Dallas> ((*sways away with rum* BI))
  240. [20:25:02] <Anna> ((hey one can fit a whole fucking lot in an 18th century pocket))
  241. [20:25:05] <Hoxton> ((A JAR OF DIRT?))
  242. [20:29:41] <Dallas> *Hox's phone rumbles--incoming call.*
  243. [20:30:36] <Hoxton> *Phew. Hox observes now, looking a little ruffled and nurses his drink. He turns at Sydney, looking a little confused. Old bone? Aussie slang huh? He goes to comment when he feels his phone rumble. Huh? He goes to take the call, moving away.* Yeah?
  244. [20:31:16] <Sydney> ((Bold one? >_>))
  245. [20:31:46] <Hoxton> ((SCRATCH THAT. I CANT READ.))
  246. [20:32:28] <Hoxton> ((COULD BE AUSSIE SLANG. BUT COULD ALSO ME HURPING.))
  247. [20:33:11] * Houston has joined
  248. [20:33:21] <Dallas> ((D: DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME?))
  249. [20:33:25] <Houston> ((Yes.))
  250. [20:33:26] <Dallas> ((HOUSTON?! LITTLE BROTHERRRR! D8))
  251. [20:33:37] <Sydney> ((Holy crap!))
  252. [20:33:46] <Sydney> ((:D))
  253. [20:33:50] <Dallas> ((THAT'S MY BROTHERRRR-- D'8<))
  254. [20:33:54] <Dallas> ((*BACK-PATTING HUGS*))
  255. [20:34:05] <Houston> ((YEEE))
  256. [20:34:14] <Dallas> ((How's it goin', man? :D))
  257. [20:34:21] <Hoxton> ((OH GOD. WELCOME BACK MAN!))
  258. [20:36:08] <Houston> ((Is goooooooooood, you? and thank you))
  259. [20:40:11] <Hoxton> ((Hox: Look whos back! The less handsome brother BD))
  260. [20:40:26] <Houston> ((*Two fingers*))
  261. [20:40:38] <Dallas> ((BE NICE, HOXTON. D8< THAT'S MY BROTHERRRR.))
  262. [20:40:46] <Houston> ((lul))
  263. [20:40:49] <Hoxton> ((BD))
  264. [20:35:12] <Dallas> *It's Aleksandr! And there he is across the busy dancefloor from them, in his office. Standing at the big glass window and looking directly across at Hox.* Hello, Hoxton! Do you have a moment to talk?
  265. [20:36:54] <Anna> *Anna flashes a smile at Sydney* You interested in seeing the wilds of the Pyrenees mountains? *A lot of the pictures are landscape shots, sometimes pictures of Anna, with highlights, framed against the mountains.* I wish I could have gone north into the French part of Basque country. There's so much more unique culture there.
  266. [20:37:05] <Hoxton> *Hox looks up as soon as he recognizes the voice, turning to look into the big office. Yeah it's indeed him.* Yeah. I do. I suppose. *Oh shit. What is the deal here* Suppose I should join ya in your office?
  267. [20:38:38] <Sydney> ...Yeah, you seen one mountain, you seen 'em all. *Sydney shrugs.* I'm more of a city person.
  268. [20:40:56] <Sydney> I like a nice beach every now and again though.
  269. [20:45:03] <Houston> *Houston walks upstair of the club fashionably late but with a smirk. He had just walked past a unicorn of club girls. Drunk, bisexual, blonde making out with another girl: it was enough to get him in the club mood. Upon arriving to the bar he looked at the bunch.* Sup fuckers?
  270. [20:46:04] <Hoxton> ((language, wanka!))
  271. [20:46:30] <Houston> ((Fine, I'll watch my fuckin' mouth))
  272. [20:47:24] <Dallas> *Dallas looks over from where he's leaned on the bar, beams.* Hey, there he is! Took your sweet time, huh? Get your ass over here, let's get you a stiff drink. We gotta celebrate this big contract of ours, huh? Not every day you close a deal like that. *LAYIN' GROUNDWORK. Big back-patting hug for Houston--NO ESCAPING THE BIG BRO.*
  273. [20:47:48] <Hoxton> ((AWW))
  274. [20:47:58] <Sydney> ((lol I just remembered how Sydney and Houston's last interaction went))
  275. [20:48:08] <Houston> ((I wish I had a Dallas brother))
  276. [20:48:30] <Sydney> ((she threatened to make him match Hoxton with a flamethrower in her hand, and punched him in the dick))
  277. [20:48:46] <Houston> ((Oof I remember lol))
  278. [20:48:54] <Sydney> ((good times ;P))
  279. [20:49:04] <Anna> ((Siblings being genuinely affectionate? tf is this :P ))
  280. [20:49:11] <Dallas> Aleks: No, no, this is fine. I'd hate to force you to abandon your friends--or your drink. The boss has been very pleased with the way you ran interference for us. With this big problem out of our way, bigger opportunities have risen, for the family, for me. I've been given greater responsibilities, and it's all thanks to you. It's also made me very busy. I must fly to Russia next week, and here is where I have a problem. I cannot be both in Russia and manage the Tasteful Club, you understand? And with Dmitri in recovery...
  281. [20:49:52] <Dallas> ((FYI, Houston, Sydney's wearing a neon pink wig named Shelby right now. BD))
  282. [20:51:48] <Houston> ((I legit have a shelby in real life, I think my brother owns it now lol))
  283. [20:51:12] <Houston> *As uncomfortable as it was he accepted it* You chose *He smiled at his brother* But hell yeah, bring out the streamers! Party hard. *He said jokingly*
  284. [20:52:52] <Dallas> *What the heck does Houston favor again? NOT even gonna attempt to ask for Malort, but maybe a beer to start things off? Whatever he usually gets, Dallas orders him one of those. He himself is nursing this obscenely flat beer, about one third of the way done.*
  285. [20:52:57] <Dallas> *A designated driver is he.*
  286. [20:53:04] <Hoxton> Good to hear. *It's hard to hear Aleks through the pounding beat but he is listening closely. A lof of memories surfacing, pleasant ones and some that are not very much. He eyes him in his office.* Should congratulate you huh? Well what can I say. Hate bein in dept. Or ...otherwise indisposed. *He stops, reignin himself in. Eyes widening a little.
  287. [20:53:05] <Hoxton> What the....what is he implying?* Yeah?
  288. [20:57:47] <Dallas> *Aleks stands mirroring him from the manager's office. Wouldn't be too hard to see their positions reversed, right? Aleks says* I'll be gone for two weeks. In the meantime, if you're interested-- Run the Tasteful for me. I know it sounds like a lot of work, but it's really not. I have never run a nightclub either-- *He gestures from across the club.* --but I manage. All the employees know their jobs inside out, the assistant manager will take care of all the accounts and money matters. All you need to do is keep an eye on things, make sure nothing bad happens. If a problem arises, take care of it. Aside from that, you get paid, and you and your friends get free drinks. Sound good? *Like it's a done deal already.*
  289. [20:58:21] <Houston> *A minute later and he receives a ((no I did not just look up american beers :P)) Fat Tire* Thanks *He smiles then looks at Dallas* So... Whats the agenda? Just relaxing or a little bit of business? *He overhears some of the conversation but doesn't necessarily care all too much.*
  290. [20:58:42] <Hoxton> ((Oh my god I did not see this one coming.))
  291. [20:59:05] <Anna> *Anna straightens at the approach of a stranger.* Hello. Who's this? *A flash of a smile. Her tone and posture have long since shifted: she is on display still, but the message projected is more decorous, polite: an elegantly long neck, curved spine.*
  292. [20:59:55] <Anna> ((yeah anna is basically a victoria's angel))
  293. [21:01:45] <Anna> ((Dark, coarse hair, tanned gold skin (mediterranean sort of features), long dame legs, heart-shaped face, the works. Proper model though, not insta model. She doesn't have on six layers of makeup.))
  294. [21:02:17] <Hoxton> Wait a bloody minute. I should..I should run this place for ya? *Hox looks definitely baffled over there, eyebrows high above the rims of his shades. He'd be laughing. He'd be laughing hard but it looks like it's a done deal.* Now hold yer horses. I know shite runnin a place like this. And waddaya mean problems? *Excuse his lack of eloquece but he is very surprised by this turn of events. Though....they get paid and....shit. Running this fucking club for them?*
  295. [21:02:17] <Houston> *He nods at Anna* Danny. *He smiles* And you miss...? *He didn't care that he was obviously checking her out*
  296. [21:02:35] <Dallas> *Dallas starts to say something... and stops. Chuckles, says to Houston* Relax, buddy. Just for one night, huh?
  297. [21:04:39] <Houston> *He chuckles at Dallas* I think I might tonight, depends. *A not so obvious nod at Anna but and obvious one to Dallas*
  298. [21:04:59] <Dallas> *The checking out hasn't gone unnoticed. And it's not like Dallas can go ahead and warn him about the woman ("She was literally on display right here in this booth, so everybody can see her going up the stairs. SHE'S AN OBVIOUS ESCORT, DANNY."), so he goes ahead and wingmans a little instead, saying to Anna* This guy right here--he can really close a deal. Sharp as a whip.
  299. [21:07:12] <Anna> Danny? *Her return checking him out is much more subtle, but there.* So you're... *a glance at Dallas* Nathan's brother? *A smile at the comment* Obviously very supportive of you.
  300. [21:07:33] <Dallas> ((SHE'S ONTO US DANNY. ABORT, ABORT.))
  301. [21:07:48] <Houston> ((I'M SORRY NATEY-POO))
  302. [21:08:02] <Dallas> Hey, I don't just say that 'cause he's my little brother. This guy right here-- *pats Danny* He's the real McCoy.
  303. [21:09:53] <Houston> *He smirks* Alright, cut it out Casanova. *Still slightly oblivious to Anna being an escort, he says* Can I buy you a drink?
  304. [21:10:06] <Dragan> *Dragan looks up at Houston, confused at first but when Dallas gets up to hug him he realizes that he must be close with the gang, or Dallas at least. He'll wait till He's done hitting on Anna to introduce himself*
  305. [21:11:08] <Anna> *She laughs. It's that little laugh, could be fake, could be flirting.* So your the smooth-talking type, hm? I would love a drink.
  306. [21:13:06] <Houston> *smiling at her* I'd like to think so. So, what'll it be lovely?
  307. [21:14:34] <Sydney> *Sydney nurses her drink -- a beer this time -- and watches the events around her. She really envies Anna, now that she comes to think of it. Sydney wishes she could be as forthright and open with her current relationship with Wolf. But as much as she hates hiding, she would hate the others knowing more.*
  308. [21:15:26] <Anna> Hm. *A tap of her fingers on the bar surface* You know, I think I've gotten bored with my usuals. Got any recommendations?
  309. [21:18:05] <Dallas> *Aleks chuckles, but he sounds dead serious about it.* Problems--you know, someone comes to you and says, "Hoxton, we're running out of vodka and the patrons are ready to riot," or "Hoxton, some drunks are starting a fight on the dance floor," and you tell them what to do. Delegate. Listen... I know it sounds complicated--believe me, I felt the same way before I started. But it's not as hard as it seems. And what you don't know, you will learn.
  310. [21:19:44] <Dallas> *Dallas backs up a bit to give the two some space, takes a sip of beer. Quick glance over at Hox over there with his phone, then across the club to where Aleks is standing.*
  311. [21:20:19] <Hoxton> *He is not being very subtle that he is talking to Aleks there.*
  312. [21:20:23] <Houston> More of whiskey guy myself, so... do you like smooth or hard? *he meant the whiskey but he definitely wanted that innuendo in there.* If you want smooth, I suggest Redbreast. If you want hard. Knob Creek. *Again with the innuendos, but these companies make it too easy.*
  313. [21:20:46] <Dallas> Aleks: *trying to sweeten the deal* Unlimited drinks, and you get to hang out in the manager's office and the durak room...
  314. [21:21:07] <Sydney> *Sydney's listening in, and she snorts when she hears "Knob Creek".*
  315. [21:22:51] <Dallas> *Armed with his lukewarm flat beer, Dallas retreats over to Dragan. Little glance over, and he says wryly* Young love, huh?
  316. [21:25:17] <Hoxton> Thing is. I got other jobs, mate. Obligations. I cant push em all aside. Not like ...well. Fook me. *He rubs the back of his neck. Thinking hard. But outright refusing....could undermine the work he has invested in keeping the russian mob of their arses. And he'l get paid.* How useful is this assistant manager?
  317. [21:27:18] <Anna> *Her eyebrow twitches. The innuendos do not go unnoticed. A smile.* Been a while since I've gone for whiskey. A shot of knob creek, if you please.
  318. [21:28:04] <Sydney> *Sydney was able to contain her previous outburst to a snort, but hearing the name again makes her break into laughter.* Knob...fucking...creek.
  319. [21:28:48] <Houston> *He perked up* A shot? Alright. *Ah shit. Not again. None-the-less he flags the TARBENDER ((:D))* Two shots of Knob Creek.
  320. [21:30:30] <Dragan> *Dragan's almost finished his third drink at this point and is starting to get tipsy. He looks at Dallas, then back to Anna and Houston and chuckles* Yeah
  321. [21:32:19] <Dallas> *If Hox is watching, he'll see Aleks smile in the exact sheepish reluctant way that suggests the assistant manager's been doing all the heavy lifting, and he's been having fun playing at being the boss and drinking.* She's invaluable, let's say. She can show you how things work around here. I will make it simple for you--I only need you here in the evenings during the busy hours. It's the presence that matters, you see what I mean? *beat* When the two weeks are done, it's done.
  322. [21:32:50] <Dallas> *Maybe it says something that there's one desk in the manager's office. No room for her to sit.*
  323. [21:33:51] <Houston> *They receive the shots and he slides it over to her* Cheers? *A smirk but it was just to hide the imminent pain*
  324. [21:37:16] <Anna> *Anna's eyes don't leave Houston's face. She grins in return, and raises her glass to chink his.* Cheers! *She downs it. Her face tightens as the alcohol hits her throat and burns its way down, then straight back to grinning-- wider than before.* Not bad! So, Danny... *a pause, her eyes jump across the group briefly, and her voice is hesitantly tactful* How are you liking DC?
  325. [21:38:12] <Hoxton> *Christ on a cracker. Hox shoots his crew a brief look. Right, they look busy. Ok. Now to this....thing at hand. A pause from Hox.* So when would those two weeks start again?
  326. [21:38:49] <Hoxton> *If it is just sitting here. Presence and keeping problems away....better than having to heist another precinct or something. Right?*
  327. [21:39:08] <Houston> ((Just a preface of my Houston lol: He's a depressed slut. But a smart slut lol he'll figure it out soon))
  328. [21:41:33] <Dallas> *Aleks goes serious, says* I leave on Thursday, and I will be back on the next Sunday afterwards. So not two weeks--more like one week. *after a pause* If you cannot do this, it's okay. I'll ask Boris. But I would like for you to do this thing for me, because I know you're smart. And I trust you.
  329. [21:42:36] <Dallas> *And because it's painfully ironic for the Payday gang to manage the club they thrashed a couple weeks ago, BUT LET'S NOT SAY THAT.*
  330. [21:42:53] <Houston> *He downs his as well but tries not to make his distaste too noticeable.* It's not home but it's something. Pretty scenery... It'll grow on me. You from around here?
  331. [21:45:00] <Hoxton> *A brief snarl of a flinch on his face.* Trust me? C'mon. *More like he knows he has little reason to refuse. And that Hox is still operating on the goodwill of whatever old twat in charge.* No need fuckin rub honey around my mug.
  332. [21:46:31] <Hoxton> *a pause* I'll do it. Cause I'll get paid and have free drinks for me and my mates. And that it might help honing relationships between our little families.
  333. [21:46:34] <Anna> Of a sort. I went to school here, and now, hopefully I'll find work, something to do. I'd like to stay here. It's nicer than New York, to my mind.
  334. [21:48:42] <Dallas> *Aleks watches him in silence for a moment, then he says* If you do not wish to do this, I will not force you. There are a few days left. Think about it, and then tell me what you decide, but I would like a certain answer as soon as possible. In the meantime, enjoy the club. And tell your friends--drinks are on the house tonight.
  335. [21:49:10] <Anna> ((I won't force you, but I want a certain answer))
  336. [21:49:25] <Dallas> ((As in a definite answer. DON'T SHAME HIS WORDING.))
  337. [21:50:53] <Dallas> *Side-note: The proposal is a trade-off. Managing the Tasteful is a time commitment which may clash with Payday obligations, and Bain assignments. But declining Aleksandr will close off certain future opportunities. It's one or the other.*
  338. [21:52:24] <Hoxton> Now come on mate. It's not every fuckin night I get a bloody job offer like this. *The edge fades a little and he nods.* I'll discuss this with my crew. I'll let ya know tomorrow.
  339. [21:52:54] <Houston> Where did you go to school if you don't mind me asking?
  340. [21:55:38] <Dallas> *Aleks warms a bit, says with a chuckle* If you take the job, I do not wish to return from Russia to find the entire club remodeled into an English pub with fish and chips and Guinness everywhere. The boss will surely bite my head off! Okay, we'll talk again soon. Have a good evening!
  341. [21:56:29] <Anna> Georgetown College. Nothing special for a major, just economics. *Her head ducks slightly. The smile is slightly embarrassed.*
  342. [21:58:51] <Hoxton> *That gets Hox chuckling but he refrains from making a snide comment. A little fish and chips and guiness havent hurt any establishment in his opinion.* Alright. Have a good evening, fella. *He waits a moment to end the call. No rude hangups here.*
  343. [21:58:52] <Houston> *He notices the awry smile* If it makes you feel any better, I never went. I wa... am a mechanic.
  344. [21:59:20] <Houston> ((A "freelance" mechanic))
  345. [21:59:32] <Houston> ((Sheila my love.))
  346. [21:59:39] <Hoxton> ((Hox: D8 >8D *THINKING OF ALL THE FREE DRINKS*))
  347. [21:59:48] <Dallas> Aleks: *awkward pause* Okay, bye! *He gives a wave from the manager's office, and ends the call if Hox doesn't.*
  348. [22:00:13] <Dallas> ((No wonder films don't show people saying goodbye on the phone. It's awkward.))
  349. [22:00:53] <Houston> (("Alright, good bye." "bye bye bye" "bye bye byeeeee" Or at least my experience lol))
  350. [22:00:54] <Sydney> *Sydney sees Hoxton's call end.* Yo, what was that all about?
  351. [22:02:19] <Anna> A mechanic with a silver tongue? So an engineer. *She leans against the bar. The rush of alcohol from the shot shows in her posture. More loose, less controlled. She tilts her head back, gazing up at the colored lights, before her eyes slide to his face again. The smile that curves her lips is softer now.* At least, that's what the people I know would call it. One of the best kinds of engineers.
  352. [22:02:40] <Hoxton> *A nod as well and he ends it before it gets too awkward. He lowers his hand, looking away from the office. Alright. Alright Hox, old chap. This happened. And it's not an immediate disaster. Jesus! He turns around, notices Syd calling and nods, then looking for Dallas. He's gonna tell them both----SHITE. IS THAT HOUSTON? He frowns, yes. It's Houston.* And the evenin gets keeping fuckin weirder. *Though he goes to pull Dallas and Sydney aside for a moment.* Oi ya two. I...well. I had a phone call with Aleks over there just now.
  353. [22:02:51] <Dallas> *For those of us who haven't seen Aleks up close before, he is a tallish mid-20s male with bleach blond hair. Russian. Pretty obvious he's been on the phone with Hoxton here, but now that the call's over, he moves out of sight. AWKWARD.*
  354. [22:03:06] <Sydney> *She arches an eyebrow.* What'd the fuckwit want?
  355. [22:03:13] <Hoxton> ((AWKWARD SHUFFLE HUEHUE.))
  356. [22:03:27] <Dallas> ((When you say goodbye, but end up walking in the same direction. BI))
  357. [22:03:50] <Sydney> ((Running into someone you know while you're both grocery shopping))
  358. [22:04:08] <Dallas> ((NOT ONLY THAT. REPEATEDLY.))
  359. [22:04:13] <Sydney> ((EVERY AISLE))
  360. [22:05:50] <Dallas> *Dallas has been leaning here relaxing and nursing that flat beer next to Dragan. He motions Dragan into their little huddle.*
  361. [22:06:32] <Dallas> *Hell, let's just move over into this empty booth right here... Better privacy this way away from the lovebirds.*
  362. [22:06:47] <Houston> *He chuckles looking down* Yeah, something like that. *He wasn't near being tipsy but the woman was intoxicating to him. The head tilt got him a little* Helps to stand your ground when some dibshit thinks he knows his car better than you. Skims the payment a little. Can catch that real quick.
  363. [22:08:22] <Hoxton> *He shuffles into the booth with them, checking for no unwanted ears.* So. I got....news and good news.
  364. [22:08:43] <Dallas> *Without missing a beat, Dallas says* Hit us with the bad news first.
  365. [22:08:52] <Sydney> Yeah, come on, out with it.
  366. [22:09:41] <Hoxton> Right. Ok. I had a phone call with Aleks there. He...offered me a job. And I shit ya not what*s comin next. He... asked me to run this place for a week and some pinched off days.
  367. [22:10:26] <Dallas> *Dallas gets a frown.* That sounds kinda fishy to me. Some kinda set-up?
  368. [22:10:28] <Sydney> *Sydney slams her drink down on the table and points an accusative finger at him.* I fuckin told you.
  369. [22:10:31] <Houston> *He glances over to the others real quick before looking at her again*
  370. [22:10:38] <Sydney> They're coming back, and asking for more.
  371. [22:10:52] <Dallas> *The others have now gathered a short distance away in a booth, and are engaged in a conspiratorial huddle.*
  372. [22:11:51] <Hoxton> I'd get paid for it. *Hox doesnt look at all "gotcha" caught.* Well I dunno. Why use this as a set up? They could have hit me couple times without a hassle. I mean it's outta the fuckin blue.
  373. [22:12:03] <Houston> *He wanted to go over but he wasn't sure if she would follow. Best she didn't hear. He'd have to get the sitrep from Dallas later*
  374. [22:13:10] <Sydney> The point is that they're never gonna be done with us. Russian fucks.
  375. [22:13:15] <Dallas> *Dallas will give him all the deets. He meets Houston's eye, gives him a curt nod, followed by a quick smile. All good, everything's fine.*
  376. [22:13:55] <Sydney> *Are her words starting to slur, or is her accent just getting thicker? Who can tell.*
  377. [22:13:57] <Anna> That is unjust on your talents, I know it. *Her fingers lazily brush against his wrist, glancing over to his friends.* Some conspiracy being hatched over there, no doubt.
  378. [22:14:07] <Anna> What do you think it could be?
  379. [22:14:46] <Dallas> *to Hox, sounding a little perturbed* I don't know, it's just... Suppose you're here when the cops search the place. And it's just you. Doubt any of the Russians would step in to help.
  380. [22:16:19] <Sydney> *Sydney does a Will Smith gesture towards Dallas.* See? You're going to get totally fucked.
  381. [22:18:18] <Houston> *Uh...* Nate's probably talking mad shit that I'm talking to the pretty girl and not him. *Was that a good bullshit? Meh, he didn't care. As long as she didn't go over there.*
  382. [22:20:09] <Hoxton> Yeah. That's a legitimate concern. *he does look over to Syd, looking annoyed.* Well ya know all about now as well about gettin fucked by the cops.
  383. [22:20:50] <Dallas> *Dallas quickly cuts in* You said something about good news.
  384. [22:21:01] <Sydney> Yeah, which is why I'm fucking averse to more of it! *She crosses her arms, surly. Maybe a hint jealous.*
  385. [22:22:07] <Hoxton> I just. He didnt sound like he was pressin for the job. Dunno. Maybe...maybe it's just fittin into his grand scheme of....whatever he is plannning in the mob. *He sighs, then brightens a litte.* Drinks on the fuckin house tonight. I...yeah. Not much news but I thought some might appareciate it. *with a grin* So go forth and order the fuckin most expensive shite, fellas.
  386. [22:22:28] <Houston> So... What do you do for a living? *He had an idea. The girl was in the VIP section... surrounded by criminals. If she wasn't an escort... The poor soul... These guys would tear her up.*
  387. [22:23:14] <Sydney> Bet he didn't sound like he was 'pressin' for it, but what would he have said if you had outright told him no?
  388. [22:24:11] <Dallas> *Dallas relaxes a little. Brief smile.* All right, all right, all right. *Then remembering he can't drink tonight, he says decisively* I'm gonna get the most expensive juice in the place.
  389. [22:24:46] <Houston> ((Bartender: Water. We have water... It was always free...))
  390. [22:24:59] <Dallas> ((Dallas: D8<))
  391. [22:26:51] <Anna> *A side glance* Seems to me to be a bit more serious than talking shit. *The phone, lying on the bar counter from showing pictures to Dallas, abruptly lights up and buzzes. A text message. Her hand rapidly covers the screen before he can see who its from, and her fingers fly out a response. She drops it back into her bra and tosses her head.* Well, just lately I got an internship to a firm on K street. I doubt I'll stay there, it's not what I want to do for the rest of my life, y'know?
  392. [22:27:24] <Hoxton> He'd get his Boris rottweiler to do the managin. But he's perferin me to that fella. Other than that? He told me to think about it and if not....well. He didnt threaten me. I dunno. *He sighs, then grins.* Of all jobs, I get this one. Managin the club we tore apart.
  393. [22:27:36] <Anna> *Her clothes are too nice for your average just-out-of-college intern. Way too nice, especially here.*
  394. [22:28:13] <Anna> *I mean, Gucci boots? In suede? In a bar??*
  395. [22:31:06] <Dallas> *Dallas is reaching the end of his beer, eager to get something good after struggling through the flat tepid experience.* When is this, next week? Whaddaya gonna tell him? We got that Hector thing coming up.
  396. [22:31:20] <Sydney> Uh-huh. *Sydney finishes the beer.* This is all going to go horribly, mark my fucking words. But fine, fuck it, if the fuckin ruskies are paying, I'm gonna go get drunk. *Sydney's already drunk.*
  397. [22:31:40] <Dallas> *belatedly, to Sydney* Hey, take it easy, huh? Night's young.
  398. [22:32:53] <Sydney> And so am I, gramps! *Sydney laughs, flicking him the bird as she heads to the bar.*
  399. [22:32:57] <Houston> *He nods, now aware* It's usually not important. *She was paranoid... Now he definitely knows to keep his wallet out of sight. If it wasn't important, she wouldn't hide it.* Do you wanna dance? *That would get her out of earshot. Plus the floor had enough drunks to lift a few wallets. If he was getting lucky tonight, it wasn't with his money.*
  400. [22:33:06] <Dallas> *Ooh, good comeback.*
  401. [22:33:50] <Dallas> *Dallas can't even get mad at that. He flattens his mouth out, finishes his beer.*
  402. [22:35:23] <Anna> Sure! Just... *Anna waves down the bartender again* Dancing's always better the drunker you get. Two more shots of knob creek? On me this time. *She grins at him.*
  403. [22:36:25] <Hoxton> *Hox chuckles at that, leaning back and running a hand over his hair. Phew.* Well. I dunno if refusin is gonna fuck up shite harder than just doing it. *He looks at Dallas. Then sighs* She's right. I dont wanna get us fucked in the arse by the russians.
  404. [22:37:13] <Hoxton> He said I only got to be here rush hours. So unless that's gonna go down on weekends, shouldnt interefere with Hector.
  405. [22:37:26] <Dragan> *Dragan taps Dallas on the shoulder* Hey, who was that guy you were talking with earlier, the one who's talking to that Anna lady?
  406. [22:38:01] <Houston> *He smiles. He knows this game with escorts. He had barely touched his beer, it was flat now. Two shots is nothing to him.* Alright. *He smiled*
  407. [22:38:17] <Dallas> *Dallas watches him for a moment, then says* You're gonna need a ride. Getting here, getting home. *Enough said, right? He looks over at the tap, says* That's, ah--he's one of ours. Houston. Y'might've heard of him.
  408. [22:39:11] <Hoxton> *Hox eyes Dallas for a moment, a faint grin on his face,* A million dollars well invested huh?
  409. [22:39:41] <Dallas> *Always this urge to say, "THIS GUY RIGHT HERE, HE'S MY BROTHERRRR. D8<" but he'll hold it in for now.*
  410. [22:40:06] <Dallas> *to Hox* You'll get plenty of bang for your buck, lemme tell ya.
  411. [22:40:29] <Houston> ((DAS MY BIG BRUH :D))
  412. [22:40:42] <Sydney> *Sydney finally makes her selection. She orders a shot of the most expensive whiskey the bar carries, and she tells the bartender to leave the bottle.*
  413. [22:41:29] <Hoxton> *And lemme tell ya, the urge to call him out a rich WANKA is strong but since Dallas isnt telling, he wont go ahead and insult the little twat outta nowhere.*
  414. [22:42:43] <Anna> *Not so the case with Anna. She downs the second shot with a flash of a smile. Hardly a grimace this time, and laughs aloud when it's gone: the surge of adrenaline fueled by pain pumping her into a dancing mood. Plus the two, three mixed drinks she'd had earlier - she's past the tipsy stage by now, and a hint of an accent not quite belonging to the east coast creeps into her voice. Determining where exactly is hard to tell.
  415. [22:42:43] <Anna> Reaching for Houston's hand, she tugs him towards the dance floor.*
  416. [22:43:31] <Dallas> *Dallas watches them go, looking surprised--though not all that surprised.*
  417. [22:43:59] <Sydney> *After they leave, but before they're completely out of earshot, Sydney starts slow clapping.*
  418. [22:44:09] <Hoxton> *Hox chuckles and looks away. Nursing his Gin a little more. THinking about all of this. He's gonna talk about this with Dallas later, but for now enjoy they should enjoy their drinks. He notices Houston going with that Anna lady however.* Blimey.
  419. [22:44:12] <Houston> *The shot came with him as she didn't wait. It was cute. He struggled drinking it while moving and driveby placing it on a table before focusing on where she was dragging him*
  420. [22:44:54] <Hoxton> I gotta say from all of us, I fuckin didnt think he'd get lucky. *He grins and chuckles.*
  421. [22:46:23] <Dallas> *Dallas grins, and then says under his breath in a sigh* Ahh, she's a goddamn escort--other way around, buddy, she was the one looking to get lucky. I hope he knows what he's doing.
  422. [22:46:50] <Sydney> He's getting fucked is what he's doing.
  423. [22:47:27] <Houston> ((Houston: I am a very good con artist. I know what I am doing. :P))
  424. [22:47:29] <Sydney> *Sydney decides pouring shots is too inefficient. She starts drinking the top shelf whiskey straight from the bottle.*
  425. [22:48:26] <Hoxton> *Hox nods in a slightly tipsy bout of solidarity. Nothing like the two of them watching a brother go forth.* Jeesh. I hope so as well. She was huntin claws out. *he chuckles* Well. He's got ya as a....well. Doubt he's bein completely dense.
  426. [22:49:00] <Houston> *He waited for her to start dancing, it wasn't his thing. It felt awkward to him. He just needed to follow the other's lead.*
  427. [22:51:39] <Dallas> *to Sydney* Hey, hey--take it easy. C'mon. You got time, pace yourself. *to Hox and Dragan* I'm gonna go get some juice. You guys want anything? *to Dragan* Not another beer, right? Get you something a little more interesting?
  428. [22:52:48] <Dragan> *He shakes his head* Nah, I'm good.
  429. [22:52:56] <Sydney> *Sydney flicks him another finger, this time keeping her arm outstretched and moving it to track Dallas' location.*
  430. [22:53:38] <Hoxton> I'll take a whiskey, mate! I can do with somethin stiff! *He eyes Sydney for a second, and shakes his head.* Christ. She's gonna drink it all.
  431. [22:55:00] <Sydney> Tha's the fucking plan, mate.
  432. [22:55:31] <Dallas> *Dallas dodges around a little when he notices the tracking, then chuckles and heads for the bar, ordering Hox a shot of whiskey and himself a little lemonade. He calls over to Dragan* Lemonade?
  433. [22:55:39] <Dallas> Coke?
  434. [22:55:43] <Anna> *To say the dance floor is crowded is an understatement. Down here, the music's too loud to hear conversation any lower than a shout or in-your-face. Anna whips around, tugging Danny close to her, into an embrace close enough that only a fraction of space existed between his body and hers. She grins, starting up a slow hip-motion, following the higher notes of the song rather than strictly the beat.*
  435. [22:55:50] <Dallas> *He'll just keep calling out non-alcoholic drinks until Dragan picks one.*
  436. [22:59:09] <Houston> *A little more forward than he expected but hey, he wasn't complaining. The wallet was hidden well.*
  437.  
  438. [15:33:14] <Dallas> *ADDENDUM--because I'm dum and forgot about it. Dallas takes a moment to tack the little side saddle he bought at the book fai--uh, gun fair to the side of the Raven. Extra ammo for those two mags it's got. The gun's been taken apart and some parts replaced so the infamous pump jam problem is gone. Gage also replaced some parts so the mag selector doesn't stick anymore, and the shells won't catch on ejection and cause a jam. It was a nice gun to look at to begin with, but now it works perfectly.*
  439. [19:49:42] <Dallas> *Hector's asked for the gang members--these cockroaches--to be pushed out of DC and discouraged from coming back. The way in which the crew goes about it is entirely up to them, whether it's full lethal or a scare. How do you guys feel about this job? Ready to jump into it, or wanting to wait for more intel from Bain?*
  440. [19:50:12] <Dallas> *And does anyone wanna try tailing them around?*
  441. [19:52:21] <Sydney> *Sydney's a big fan of kicking in the door and shooting the place up. She wouldn't be averse to getting more info and tailing them around, though.*
  442. [19:54:09] <Hoxton> *Hox as well! Who knows if the roaches have called for backup or installed extra safety in whatever reason. If things will get as loud as possible, it's extremely advantageous to have extra intel.*
  443. [19:55:33] <Hoxton> *Hox has...mixed feelings. Sure they have done jobs like these before. But being ordered explicitly to go and smoke out vermin. Has a weird taste. More like paid assassins work. But then keeping the balance as it is might save DC from as much more bloodshed.*
  444. [19:56:24] <Dallas> *Hox might remember what Hector said about it--that he told Bain it was a hit, but that the true objective is to get them out of DC for good.*
  445. [19:56:30] <Dallas> *Make of that what you will.*
  446. [20:04:32] <Dallas> *Hector wasn't kidding--the gang members are a rowdy bunch. They managed to get themselves kicked out of the hotel they were staying at for property damage, and have since relocated to a seedy motel in northwest DC. One and a half stars on Yelp. Bain had someone drive by and take photos. Typical Motel 6, two stories. He tried calling the front desk to figure out which rooms they're staying in, but no one answered any of the three times he's called. Hmm.*
  447. [20:04:36] <Dallas> *If anyone wants to stake the place out, or tail the guys around, he can provide vehicles for that purpose.*
  448. [20:05:37] <Dallas> *Bain adds that since the gang members are lingering in town, it seems they haven't managed to locate this cook they're looking for.*
  449. [20:07:36] <Dallas> *So yeah, as long as these guys don't get to hang around DC anymore, Hector will be happy, and you will be paid.*
  450. [20:10:27] <Dallas> *Full freedom on this one. If you say, "Can we X?" the answer will very likely be YES. Also feel free to ask if you want a lean plan--on the house.*
  451. [20:10:44] <Sydney> *Sydney agrees to a stakeout, mostly just to get a better look at their probable attack zone. She'll agree to tail them too, but she probably shouldn't be the driver. She's just eager to get out of the safehouse, especially when it's related to a job.*
  452. [20:11:03] <Hoxton> *Hox will purpose to get themselves a car and have a look. The missed phone calls strike him very fishy. Usually motels of this tier should be struggling for customers and yet. So either the gangsters have done something...or it's really those one and a half stars showing.*
  453. [20:12:13] <Hoxton> *So has this motel a front like the typical american motel? Hox suggest to put up spycams to monitor their movements and which rooms they occupy.*
  454. [20:13:17] <Dallas> *Here are some choice reviews: "This is by far the worst place ive stayed in. i found a rat swimming in the toilet bowl." "Id rather sleep on the street" "scary at night" "Do not stay in this absolute dump of a motel, and I use the term motel very loosely."*
  455. [20:14:43] <Sydney> ((yikes))
  456. [20:15:58] <Hoxton> ((D:))
  457. [20:16:17] <Sydney> ((the only thing that could be worse is "bedbugs"))
  458. [20:17:36] <Dallas> *The car is a very banal looking little Honda, steely gray, bit scuffed up. Dallas volunteers for stakeout duty as well. Seems he really doesn't mind sitting and watching a place for hours. Who wants to sit and stare at a motel for a while?*
  459. [20:18:00] <Dallas> *Spy cams? Bain can provide them, though he warns to remember to remove them when they're done.*
  460. [20:18:00] <Sydney> *Sydney will, but she's also bringing her sketchbook.*
  461. [20:19:52] <Hoxton> *Hox would be up as well. Bringing a little pair of spyglasses. Though he'll demand coffee and a couple donuts for the stakeout. Also he'd be up to tail the guys. Who knows if they have other meeting places where important stuff is stored*
  462. [20:20:34] <Dallas> ((Also definitely bring gloves to the stakeout. Tetanus lives here.))
  463. [20:20:49] <Hoxton> ((NOT ONLY TETANUS. ONE PISSED OFF RAT AS WELL.))
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