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"About what I expected. And o'course ya rip on the name. It's just straightforward, aight? Lets people know what I'm all about. I mean, guessing your guys aren't that different. Zip gets his from him being the bitchboy to help zip up women's dresses on special occasions at this joint. And what was it, Sugar? He sweetens the coffee and drinks and shit, am I close?" He didn't care at all for an answer.
"...I see why this place really deserves the name paradise. Talk about the service, not only do I get a line to some more steady cash, not only do I get to humiliate some punks but to top this cake off, I don't have to ask fer one of the things I came here for. Yeah, the cash came from a place just off from the coast by Greenwich. Could have taken it just bout anywhere. Hell, I imagine any two bit dirty pawn shop owner would do it. But then, I get yer summons and I think, why not just skip one of the middlemen and go to one of the top bros since I'm hitting that spot anyway. Eight percent too, even. Mighty generous. Business must be a'booming." He snickered.
"...some people just can't appreciate good art." Boomerang muttered with a slight shake of the head. "Fine, Pinky stays outta your way. But speakin of inside my jacket, I do got another thing I came here for. Round about the time I hit that free money, some bloke spewin ice puns approaches me. Some broad on a hide and seek mission, sounded pretty damn important too. And if ya liked my moniker, I figure this one'll do one better. Apparently a birth name too, even." He withdrew the folder, holding it out.
"Any chance you'd know the chick or any associates? Put the word out?"
@OrlandoBloomers
"Ain't that the truth."
That was all he said to the niceties, chuckling in self-satisfaction as they descended back through the roof access and came out on the club's upper VIP area once again. Boomerang's drinks were waiting for him on a countertop, Cottonmouth striding over to his personal chair with the folder Digger passed him in hand, waiting until he was seated before he opened it and took a look. His eyes ran across the page, he grinned once with a scoff and shook his head, placing the folder back on the desk. "Savage. Names are power, that one carries a lot of it. I'll put a word in with some collaborators, but I ain't makin' this my business. It's all you." He rapped the table once with his knuckle, arm outstretched so his watch was visible past his sleeve. After a moment, he sniffed and went for his phone from his jacket pocket, swiping through a few screens and holding a finger up to Boomerang to signal he wait.
"Shit, dog, I don't know what you need me for. Way I hear it, you already met a cat who's associated with this chick. Bet you didn't think I knew, huh? Ha-ha."
Shaking his head, his looked up from his phone and tossed it to Boomerang, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back.
"Used to be they ran together in a team'a mercs. Mostly C-listers, but they were legit dudes, advertised themselves to people in our circle... had themselves a li'l video package and all that. I never bit the hook, but I know they called themselves the Secret Six."
If Digger looked down at the phone, he'd see a group picture with more than one familiar face. Or... mask.
[spoili]
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"That's your girl on the left. Recognize the dude next to her, Crocodile Dundee?"
If he didn't, there were always ways to refresh his memory. Though Cornell imagined it would've been hard to forget, with what he heard.
@C.T.
That was all he said to the niceties, chuckling in self-satisfaction as they descended back through the roof access and came out on the club's upper VIP area once again. Boomerang's drinks were waiting for him on a countertop, Cottonmouth striding over to his personal chair with the folder Digger passed him in hand, waiting until he was seated before he opened it and took a look. His eyes ran across the page, he grinned once with a scoff and shook his head, placing the folder back on the desk. "Savage. Names are power, that one carries a lot of it. I'll put a word in with some collaborators, but I ain't makin' this my business. It's all you." He rapped the table once with his knuckle, arm outstretched so his watch was visible past his sleeve. After a moment, he sniffed and went for his phone from his jacket pocket, swiping through a few screens and holding a finger up to Boomerang to signal he wait.
"Shit, dog, I don't know what you need me for. Way I hear it, you already met a cat who's associated with this chick. Bet you didn't think I knew, huh? Ha-ha."
Shaking his head, his looked up from his phone and tossed it to Boomerang, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back.
"Used to be they ran together in a team'a mercs. Mostly C-listers, but they were legit dudes, advertised themselves to people in our circle... had themselves a li'l video package and all that. I never bit the hook, but I know they called themselves the Secret Six."
If Digger looked down at the phone, he'd see a group picture with more than one familiar face. Or... mask.
[spoili]
"That's your girl on the left. Recognize the dude next to her, Crocodile Dundee?"
If he didn't, there were always ways to refresh his memory. Though Cornell imagined it would've been hard to forget, with what he heard.
@C.T.