the portside
who: @howlonwheels
Portside's empty, it's after close - the last few people allowed to stay past that mark had filtered out some time ago, and for the past hour, it's just been Yuisa and Arleen.
Yui's fingers scratch at the scalp beneath her cascade of dark hair as she regards the patina and scratched texture of the old bar top, rather than the info Arleen's brought along for them to go over together. Something is shifting, in the city - something that, if they aren't careful, threatens to run away without them. If it isn't the fucking Vampires, it's Hunters, if not them, then its a bunch of mongrel accidents getting an inflated sense of value.
"We've really gotta take a look into whatever the fuck Hassim is selling to those Harford people. Regular fucking uprising going on with them soon if we don't watch out." She mashes a palm into her forehead, trying to beat back a headache. "His folks all but disown him and he's still pulling it out. Little fucker."
She turns to Arleen, then. "You got any more info on that weird fuckin' corpse?"