Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26104528-20160402211336

"Well..."

Flashback...

In a dingier event, set up in the back of a disused slaughterhouse, Honara and said Ganger were in a shadowed corrider not far from the restrooms. It smelled like shame, drugs, and crap, but it was also the only place that you could hear anyone over the ear piercing techno.

"Yeah, the hive's practically the dude's second home..." he puffed on a cigerette, right into the rattlesnake's face. Honara coughed twice, but stayed anyway. How else was she going to get the information she needed?

"You've got two options to get in. If you've got a few lien to burn, I know a forger on 5th and Lester. She's pricey, but you get whatcha pay for. If you're broke, there's a side door for employees only; just look like a waitress or stripper and they'll never no-"

Behind the information broker, Honara spied a biker looking type walking in thier direction, the silhouette of a Gunblade's handle hanging off his back. Although he had a slight stumble like many other clubbers, he was still perfectly at attention based on his eye movement. Without thinking, the rattlesnake planted her lips on the merc's in a drunken, sloppy makeout session. Just opening one eye, she could see the Destral's head move back slightly in disgust before he himself went somewhere else; nothing criminal here, just two drunks sharing infatuation.

Flashback ends...

"I swear, it was nothing personal. At all. Too bad he didn't get the idea..."

While Honara spoke, the man perked up slightly at another figure with long hair and glasses, but then settled down with in dissapointment. Too short to be Honara.