That's the thing with a lot of scumbags like him. They can wear the finest Italian suits around, but that doesn't change the fact that they're walking sacks of shit that'll fall apart if you so much poke at 'em.
Well, Bao managed to smash the phone in the process, so I guess you could say he won. But the line going dead spooked Gustavo's goons outside into firing on the bar, so Bao got himself some free open-air renovations. Between them and Little Miss Maid pulling out a grenade launcher inside the place, the Yellow Flag was the worst I'd ever seen it.
[And it wasn't her fault this time! Not completely.]
Yeah, I almost thought the bar was a goner! I didn't recognize the model she used, so I wasn't sure how many rounds were in it. But she fired off enough to make her point, and some of the shittiest scumbags in Roanapur fled in terror from a little girl who'd barely begun to grow her tits out.
[He wrinkles his nose in distaste at her last remark. Come on, Revy, you can't just talk about a girl like that! But (thankfully) before he can give her a lecture on manners he's distracted by one of the thousands of questions bouncing around in his head right now.]
...So, hang on a sec. What were you doin' this whole time?
Well, there wasn't really anyone left to fight after that -- they were either dead or they split the scene. Gustavo wanted to blow her brains out, of course, but I convinced him to stand down.
[Firo agrees with her decision completely--you can't let someone hurt a girl, even if she has a grenade launcher--but he knows a lot of people who wouldn't.]
Nope! Ain't seen her a day before in my life. But she wanted to talk to Rock -- my buddy, I mean -- about something important, though, so I couldn't let her just die there.
[Firo can probably already tell that Revy's priorities may be...a little skewed.]
Ha -- keep on dreamin'! But if you insist, we can go another round.
((OOC: We can end the thread here if you'd like! If we need to, we can discuss what stories they might've shared in subsequent rounds in other threads.))
[He reaches for his watch to check the time. Even without his job here, he isn't totally devoid of responsibilities; he has to make sure Seto and Crow are all right.]
I should get started on dinner soon, I think. Maybe another time?
[ooc: Sure, if that works for you! This was very fun, thank you so much! :) Maybe we can have them pick up at another time in the future?]
[Oh, wow, Revy is...kind of disappointed? Though it doesn't register on her face. Actually, it barely registers in her mind that she's a little put-out by losing her new bar buddy. It's just an odd twinge of something that she doesn't immediately recognize.]
No kiddin'. Ain't nothing else better to do out here in the sticks. [She waves him off.] All right, go on back to your family, housewife. See ya another night.
[Sometimes it seems like Revy would be better served by the nickname "Troll Hand" instead of Two Hand, really.]
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[Gangsters may be pretty similar to drug lords, but Firo feels no kinship with them at all.]
So who won?
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[She snorts.]
Well, Bao managed to smash the phone in the process, so I guess you could say he won. But the line going dead spooked Gustavo's goons outside into firing on the bar, so Bao got himself some free open-air renovations. Between them and Little Miss Maid pulling out a grenade launcher inside the place, the Yellow Flag was the worst I'd ever seen it.
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[He's getting anxious just thinking about something similar happening in Alveare or his casino.]
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Yeah, I almost thought the bar was a goner! I didn't recognize the model she used, so I wasn't sure how many rounds were in it. But she fired off enough to make her point, and some of the shittiest scumbags in Roanapur fled in terror from a little girl who'd barely begun to grow her tits out.
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...So, hang on a sec. What were you doin' this whole time?
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What else? Waitin' for the fireworks to die down. Bao's bar counter is bulletproofed, so I camped out behind there with him and my buddy.
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Smart.
[He rests his elbows on the table, leaning forward.]
And then what happened after that? Did she keep fightin' 'em?
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[With her gun.]
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[Firo agrees with her decision completely--you can't let someone hurt a girl, even if she has a grenade launcher--but he knows a lot of people who wouldn't.]
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Nope! Ain't seen her a day before in my life. But she wanted to talk to Rock -- my buddy, I mean -- about something important, though, so I couldn't let her just die there.
[Firo can probably already tell that Revy's priorities may be...a little skewed.]
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[Oh, he's definitely noticed. He wishes he weren't surprised by how he always manages to run into people who are a bit strange.]
So what was so important? Did they tell you?
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Yeah, sure. [Another smirk.] But I ain't tellin' you unless you win another round.
[After all, he just wanted to know about the fight between the gangster and the bartender, not the other stuff.]
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What? But you barely told me anything!
[He did interrupt a lot, but still.]
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Hey, all you said was that you wanted to know about the bartender fight. So I told ya.
[Man, Revy, even Eda would call you a lowdown bitch for that kind of fuckery with Exact Words.]
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[He can't think of a retort beyond "that's not fair", and even then, technically she is right.]
Fine, I could beat you any day. And then you have to tell me everything.
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Ha -- keep on dreamin'! But if you insist, we can go another round.
((OOC: We can end the thread here if you'd like! If we need to, we can discuss what stories they might've shared in subsequent rounds in other threads.))
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[He reaches for his watch to check the time. Even without his job here, he isn't totally devoid of responsibilities; he has to make sure Seto and Crow are all right.]
I should get started on dinner soon, I think. Maybe another time?
[ooc: Sure, if that works for you! This was very fun, thank you so much! :) Maybe we can have them pick up at another time in the future?]
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[Oh, wow, Revy is...kind of disappointed? Though it doesn't register on her face. Actually, it barely registers in her mind that she's a little put-out by losing her new bar buddy. It's just an odd twinge of something that she doesn't immediately recognize.]
You sure you're not just wussin' out on me?
[trollolololol]
((OOC: Definitely!))
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I am not! I just don't want those kids to burn down the house tryin' to make somethin' on their own.
Besides, there's always another day, isn't there? I know I've got nothin' important to do. Ever.
[Firo isn't too happy to be going, really. He hasn't gotten to play too often, and Revy seems like a fun person despite being sort of weird.]
[ooc: Thank you!]
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No kiddin'. Ain't nothing else better to do out here in the sticks. [She waves him off.] All right, go on back to your family, housewife. See ya another night.
[Sometimes it seems like Revy would be better served by the nickname "Troll Hand" instead of Two Hand, really.]
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[He sighs and pushes his chair in more roughly than necessary.]
You're an asshole.
[Even so, he waves and almost smiles as he walks away.]
See you.