The recently released stallion walked into the nightclub after flashing the doorman a wad of cash. He looked around at the flashing lights and loud music, at least over a hundred ponies were on the dancefloor of the new club 'Masionette'. The stallion looked around before heading upstairs and going to a booth where his newest potential ally would be. "What's up homie. Glad you could make it." The stallion said, sitting down across from Almas.
Almas stood out in the nightclub like blood on fresh fallen snow. Not only was he taller than the average pony and subtly mixed with something serpentine and feline, but he wore business attire, glasses and sat at a booth with the well-dressed Lickety as he waited for his contact to arrive. When Cobalt did show up, he gestured for Lickety to go stand watch on the dance floor for any spies. The pink earth pony stood and trotted off. Almas straightened his tie and looked the gangster over.
“Cobalt, I take it?” he asked, deciding not to use the street name. It was something those who feared the OG would use to Almas’ knowledge and he was not about to show fear. “Good. You’re actually early. I like that.” He checked his watch.
“You wanted to speak to me about business?”
