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I've got a gun for a mouth | - August 4th, 2017
and a bullet with your name on it.
04 August 2017 @ 05:12 am
04 August 2017 @ 05:13 am
04 August 2017 @ 08:23 pm
[ Neon. No one asked Yevgeny how they ought to light z-BETA, but if they had, he would have vetoed Neon. It hums, even above the grinding music he can hear the hum of the gaseous glowing tubes. Something about the decadence of wasting a finite gas on something so trivial gets patrons to spend more on drinks than they would otherwise, he's aware. That doesn't mean it doesn't irritate him to fuck.
He's supposed to make contact with a...recalcitrant informant in the restroom later; to keep up appearances, he's drinking his fair share. Yevgeny knows no one will question him shut up in a stall for a while, or the pained groans to follow, if he's been present at the bar top for hours pounding clear liquor.
Of course, making sure the informant doesn't show what's left of his face in the bar afterward is going to be trickier because of all the booze, but hey. That's why he's had nearly two decades to practice this shit.]
He's supposed to make contact with a...recalcitrant informant in the restroom later; to keep up appearances, he's drinking his fair share. Yevgeny knows no one will question him shut up in a stall for a while, or the pained groans to follow, if he's been present at the bar top for hours pounding clear liquor.
Of course, making sure the informant doesn't show what's left of his face in the bar afterward is going to be trickier because of all the booze, but hey. That's why he's had nearly two decades to practice this shit.]