#donslick

[drunkenmartini]

donslick started following you

Another handsome fella following me eh?

Hello ;)

[carbonadsat]

It takes you a long time to wake up. But when you do, everything fires on all cylinders. You stand abruptly, tumble into the shower and clean off. Work to do. Shit to fix.  Sitting on your bed, the computer beside it, you bandage what still bleeds and get a good look at that scar. A raised six, clear and visible, pissing you off the more you stare at it. With a sigh, you find clothes, clean up, don a fresh suit and kick the old one into the trash. All the while you make sure that your boss is still kicking. He's online, and you drop a word, having a quick conversation.  After that, it's back to work. To see what's become of your hideout and mend the damage the Felt caused. And to decide how exactly you want to make those two little fucks suffer.

[03:30] DD: You alive over there?

[03:30] SD: no

[03:30] SD: i died

[03:30] SD: they have pesterchum in hell

[03:30] DD: Rhetorical.

[03:31] SD: what about you

[03:32] DD: I'll survive.

[03:32] SD: good ta hear

[03:32] SD: what happened

[03:32] DD: I'm fairly sure they took back Quarters.

[03:33] SD: i meant what happened to you

[03:33] DD: ...Got shot.

[03:33] DD: Fought Die. And Itchy.

[03:33] DD: I'd call what happened a loss.

[03:33] SD: yeah

[03:33] SD: i agree

[03:33] SD: lost quarters

[03:33] SD: lost some men

[03:33] SD: lost an arm

[03:34] DD: Shit.

[03:34] SD: lost most of my blood at the time

[03:34] DD: I didn't know about the arm.

[03:34] SD: lost my knives

[03:34] SD: turned her fuckin leg into a god damn bloody sponge though

[03:34] SD: damn blue bitch

[03:34] DD: Whose?

[03:34] DD: Your personal bitch was in the room with me.

[03:35] SD: nah

[03:35] SD: a troll

[03:35] SD: blue

[03:35] SD: tried to pull some mind shit

[03:35] SD: think her name was serket

[03:35] DD: Noted.

[03:36] DD: You're in the hospital, then.

[03:36] DD: I just woke up.

[03:37] SD: yeah

[03:37] SD: where are you

[03:37] DD: The base.

[03:37] SD: hows it look

[03:37] DD: Soon as I'm on my feet. I'll start cleaning up.

[03:37] DD: ...From what I saw, before I went down, like shit.

[03:37] SD: well

[03:37] SD: shit

[03:37] DD: ...I'll take care of it.

[03:38] SD: good man

[03:38] DD: Naturally.

[03:38] SD: you lose anything

[03:38] DD: My hat.

[03:38] SD: shit

[03:38] DD: I expect they'll give it to the tailor.

[03:38] SD: see above

[03:38] DD: Precisely.

[03:39] DD: I am also in need of a new tattoo, unfortunately.

[03:39] SD: why

[03:39] SD: wait you have an old one

[03:39] DD: Six was a bit zealous with the knife.

[03:39] DD: Never saw that, did you?

[03:39] DD: Ah well.

[03:39] SD: ah

[03:39] DD: Any losses other than the arm?

[03:41] SD: couple a knives

[03:41] SD: even the special one

[03:41] SD: you know

[03:41] SD: with sixs skin

[03:41] DD: damn.

[03:42] SD: yeah

[03:42] SD: gonna have to take that back

[03:42] DD: I intend to take my revenge.

[03:42] SD: same

[03:42] SD: gotta get a new arm first though

[03:42] DD: Indeed.

[03:42] DD: Shall I inform you of my plans, once they're started?

[03:42] DD: Or would you rather not know.

[03:42] SD: sure

[03:42] SD: tell me

[03:43] DD: I happen to know that at least one of them has a penchant for narcotics.

[03:43] SD: and

[03:43] DD: Should be easy to slip him something that will make them all regret fucking with us.

[03:44] SD: like what

[03:44] DD: we'll see what I can make.

[03:44] SD: some kinda horrible poison that makes him bleed out of everything and bloat up like a week old corpse

[03:44] DD: If I can manage it.

[03:46] DD: I should let you get your rest. And get back on my feet.

[03:46] SD: good

[03:46] SD: yeah

[03:46] SD: ill see ya round

[03:46] DD: Later, boss.

-- slickestDon [SD] ceased pestering Droog [DD] at 03:46 --

[quartzosemelody]

==> Visit Spades Slick, sans un bras.

Aradia looked at her gift and hoped it was going to be alright for the man she was going to visit, currently hospitalized after a raid on HQ she had no idea had even happened. (Sure, she had not done much in terms of work for the Midnight Crew in the past few months, and she was a fighter by no means, but could they not have let her help somehow? Or at least told her what was going on? It may have helped if she had a phone, but that was an unnecessary point.)  She held a small, delicately wrapped package containing potpourri filled with oak leaves for strength and yarrow petals for healing, interspersed with small pebbles of green aventurine for all around mental and physical health. She knew that Spades Slicks wasn't any sort of sentimental type, but she wanted to help his healing in any way she could, even if he thought it was some stupid heeby-jeeby magic crap. So instead of giving that gift alone, she had placed the small pouch underneath another gift: a small blade that she fixed with an onyx hilt. If there was one thing she knew the don liked by reputation alone, it was pointy objects that could pack a punch, and this way she could add her own little touch of well wishing while providing something useful to the carapacian man. It was not as if Aradia was close to Slick-- far from it, in fact, she had never really spoken to him at all throughout all the time she has been known as a member of the Midnight Crew. But this was serious, and despite all that, he was still a person who had inadvertently helped her back up on her feet in her time of need, so she wanted to help him in any way she could. There was a reason it was called a crime family, after all. Standing outside in the hospital waiting room, she waited a minute before heading to his room, preparing herself for a meeting she had no idea how to address. Sighing, she finally stood up, walked down towards his room, and knocked on the door. She really hoped he would not mind her intrusion.

[sixpinsbye]

(Busy making hand puns.)