[center][h2][color=gray]Heartless-Cruise Control[/color][/h2]
[@Gardevoiran][@Xandrya][@Old Amsterdam][/center]

[color=gray]"Coming right up Miss."[/color] With that Heartless got up from his seat and moved over to the bar, taking his time as he noted how more than a few eyes had turned towards him. All of those eyes belonged to various members of Lethal Force, making him consider just what the hell he had done to garner such attention. He made it to the bar shortly after, tapping the table to get Broker's attention. [color=gray]"My friend wants The Dozier."[/color] As he waited for the drink to arrive he came to the sudden conclusion that there was obviously a connection between Lethal Force and Healer. Maybe she was one of them? Damnit, should've read over the profiles more closely, rule number one of any job is to gather as much info as possible beforehand. He scolded himself mentally over his lax attitude, noting he needed to take care during all jobs, even if they weren't the heists he was used to. About a minute later the drink was arriving, when Heartless decided to be an asshole. Not every day you get to piss off your boss with no consequences. [color=gray]"Oh yeah, could I get one of those little umbrellas to go with the drink? I love those things."[/color]

And with that Heartless was heading back to Healer with alcohol in hand and a tiny purple umbrella in the drink. [color=gray]"I hope you don't mind the accessory. I love to make things tropical."[/color] He set the drink down in front of her and sat back down, chuckling slightly. [color=gray]"But man, if looks could kill I'd be dead three times over. Hell, sometimes they can. You know the person who looks like they want to tear my head off?"[/color] Heartless jerked his head in the direction of Whipstitch and Sparce, hoping to dig some info out of Healer.