Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic

[Silver]

Kalliste smoked while Copper talked.
The easiness, the feeling of security that smoking at the Blood Money gave was always welcomed.

"Hm. Fair enough. Haven't seen much of them lately. I'll send the orders down so that they can start shootin' or packin' their bags."

She pulled the smoke again and looked at the new guy.
The cigar dropped and a swift movement of the hand, Nani, was already doing a ready refire cycle sound, with her barrel right in the middle of his eyes.

"Told ya to scram, Bieber. I ain't fancy when i get-"

The man quickly turned away and left the bar.

"Balsy. Turning away when i didn't finished talking. I like that."

She holstered the gun and grabbed the cigar again. With a smoke, she huffed and puffed.

"Ahhh.. So anything else up, Copper?"

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop