The Serpent’s Lair 12:35

Andria walked up to the inn’s back door when it flung open. Eric, his mop of brown hair flying all over the place, jumped out. His face was flushed, his hands covered in soapy suds. Coughing a little, he spoke, “Andria, Mangus is here, and he’s looking for you.” The boys voice snapped Andria out of her state of shock. 
“Ha! I bet you ten Js that he ordered the Devil’s Taste!” Andria laughed as she heard about the dumbass drug dealer. Walking in, she took the kitchen door down to the garage. In her hands were several rusty tools and car parts. In her pocket was the contract for one little girl. Alice, a sixteen year old girl in the slums, had fetched it for Andria. 

Dropping off the muffler and berrings, Andria went up to the pub proper. A towel in her hands, Andria began to wipe off the grease that covered her hands. Thankfully, Mangus’ back was to the garage. As such, Andria took her time to grab a particularly large knife from behind the counter. Then, walking up behind Mangus silently, she brought the steel point down. Her arm wrapped around his shoulders, the knife less than a hair’s breadth from the drug dealer’s hand, Andria’s voice came out melodiously.

“Mangus, dead men refer to me as Drake, you know this.” Smiling with vicious intent, Andria left the knife in the table. Walking back up to the bar, letting her towel drop on the counter, she continued talking. “Last time I checked, Sloth likes to show up around this time.” A sinister smile played on her lips as she thought of how Sloth would rip this guy to shreds if he saw him.