@warystares ft. remy
location; the faceless ship, level 4. the boat is nice, apart from the way it makes donovan undeniably sea sick, something he has taken to fixing by drinking copious amounts of vodka in hopes it makes him inebriated enough to forget that he's actually ill. not that it works, the white crocodile ending up spending more time on the top deck with easy access to fresh air should he need it. this is the only floor that appeals to him anyways; 2 is too stuffy, all that classical music and ballroom dancing screams of a world not meant for the likes of him. donnie would be the one mucking the stables for their fancy horses, not participating in their high society. 3 is just a club. once you've been to one, you've been to them all. loud music, loud drinks, loud people. but, up here? where he can happily watch and bet on people kicking the shit out of each other? where he can saunter over and play hook-a-duck and impress fine young women by winning stuffed animals for them. he's doing just that, pulling off something akin to a stuffed tiger and searching around for the strangers he had promised it to, noting that they're gone. donnie swears under his breath, noting another masked individual loitering around and waving it at them instead. "you want this? the guy i won it for's bailed on me," donovan thinks he could give it to hector, or dmitri, or charlie but...finding them is proving difficult.