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Lav could still feel his throat ache against every shot he tossed back, the burn of stomach acid still leaving its mark after every Fox had been manhandled by the medics to purge their bodies of a less voluntary poison. Some had attempted sobriety since the incident and were weary of consuming anything they hadn’t prepared themselves. Others like Lav had gone right back to their routines to spite whoever had been behind the vile ending of hallow’s eve.
“Some say there was poor shipment of liquor. They think liquor was tampered, others that maybe Brothers of Ichor were trying new game. I doubt that. So many little cycle men fell to floor,” Lav interjected before the bartender could give into the theories. “Simple and plain, it was poisoning and as predicted, Las Vegas Police Department still has no answers.”
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It’s a serious subject, but she can’t help the small laugh that huffs out of her at his name for the Brothers. Maybe it was a language barrier thing, but he seemed plenty confident in his other vocabulary so she figures it’s more of a statement on how he feels about the motorcycle club. “Yeah? You hear that second hand or were you there?” She finds it hard to imagine that anyone would be throwing back shots the way he had when she came up after a disaster like that, but, hey, everyone coped differently. “Let me get a shot of whatever he’s having,” she requests from the nosy bartender, sending him off for a few moments at least.
“Shit, I can only imagine how many calls Vegas PD gets just from rowdy tourists alone, but, yeah, you’d think a poisoning would make it higher up on the list.” She wouldn’t be getting into it with a stranger at a bar, but there was a reason Juliet had chosen her current career path rather than becoming a cop.
