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[hr][b]Location:[/b] Club AfterDark
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Mali sized up the giant bouncer in front of her. He looked a lot more clean cut than she'd expect the gate keeper of a seedy bar to be. In the back of her mind she asked if she could take him, but the answer was clearly a [i]Probably Not.[/i] Maybe if she had some sort of weapon like a stool or chair leg she could come out on top, but in a fair fight, he had the obvious advantage. Not that she was planning on getting into a fight with him, but you had to make these sorts of judgement calls in places like this.

[color=D5FF00]"Are you sure you need it?"[/color] She asked, some of Freddy's enthusiasm infecting her own mannerisms. [color=D5FF00]"You're plenty big as it is. I like the suit, by the way."[/color] Mali strolled behind Relic, taking in the bar as she walked. Yep, it was about what she expected. Well, maybe the cage on the stage was a bit unexpected, but otherwise everything matched up with her expectations of what she would find. Honestly, the most out of place piece in this whole bar was the security personnel. While Relic talked to the bartender, Mali kept her eyes peeled on the rest of the bar, never really focusing on one individual until two people stepped in, one of which she instantly recognized as that guy from the bus. Another girl was with him, one a few years older than herself. She was probably a friend or associate of his. Mali made sure to keep mental tabs on his doings since he might still be carrying around a gun. Would be bad if he snapped and started waving it around.