Galm Fae
Guardian Solutions
DARKSTAR ARMY
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Posted - 2013.10.03 01:47:00 -
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****, ****, ****, ****, ****...
Galm eyes the bouncer cynically, biting down hard on his cheek to stop himself from outright shouting. He's internally screaming in anguish, but he is masking it with a certain skill that only an immortal could master.
Dammit, why am I even here right now?
Because CONCORD will be looking for you. They know whoever they were tailing caught a few rounds, so anyone who checks in to report any injuries is bound to be questioned.
They're looking for Guristas, Dad.
Oh? So who will they be looking for then? Hmm. Perhaps some swarthy, rugged, roguish type figure who is talking to voices in his head. That would certainly fit the bill of a pirate.
Galm compulsively slams his head into a nearby table, trying to knock his father from his mind.
"You know, you have a bad habit of only showing up after I get myself into trouble!"
He twitches slightly when he realizes he just said... No, shouted that out loud. He sighs loudly, running his hands through his hair as he tosses the bouncer the five ISK entry fee. It was nothing compared to the money he had just earned from Eskola today. A trashy looking kakku saunters up to him seductively.
Quote:"Welcome to the Second Hex. You look new here," she smiles. "The dance floor is right in front of you if you want to work up a sweat. There are bars on this floor and on each of the balconies if you're looking for a drink or a snack. The casino is on the top floor on the glass ceiling. The music isn't as loud up there if you're wondering. If you want a show there are dancers just about everywhere." She motions to a set of double doors on either side next to the stairs that lead up to the balconies. "If you're feeling more adventurous, the Pleasure Hub is downstairs. If you need a party favour" - she produces a small clear plastic zip bag with a few varying narcotics - "we can provide."
Galm fixes his gold trimmed aviators into position, looking straight through her.
"Are you paid to ask every ******* who walks through this door the same question? You know what, nevermind."
A storm of mental strangeness was brewing behind his sunglasses.
"Do you have any Frentix? Any kind of painkillers? I eh... Need my fix."
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