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Whilst Grace was batting her eyelashes at Martino, Brie instead looked like she was fighting back the urge to throw up. She'd either completely ignored what Grace had said or was simply too repulsed to do otherwise. [color=00aeef]"This guy..."[/color] She murmured under her breath as she watched him wrap his slimy hands around her two friends. 

Despite being extremely revolted by the man in front of them, her expression briefly softened when her gaze passed over Angie. Or where Angie had been since she was now seeing Will in her place. God, her power sure was trippy. A slight smile had begun to tug at the corners of her lips, although it quickly faded away when Martinos loud, and incredibly obnoxious, voice punctuated through the room. 

[i]"...those are two threes if I've ever seen them."[/i]

The low hanging pendant lights that were dotted above the bar flickered wildly for a few moments as she picked up her empty glass, seriously mulling over whether it would be worth it to throw it at the back of his misshapen head. Sure it would ruin the entire mission but it would also feel [i]so[/i] good. It was only one teeny tiny glass after all. It wouldn't even hurt him that much. Hell, the fact that she was even giving it a second thought was a miracle, compared to what she'd have done a year or two ago.

"Ah, miss. Can you please not throw the glassware in here. We are a strictly no fighting establishment." A voice interrupted the fog of infuriation that had taken over, snapping her back to reality. Turning to see the young bartender smiling calmly at her, she reluctantly handed the glass back to him, although he had to tug at it a couple of times before she loosened her grip. It said a lot about the area they were in that a no fighting rule had to be specified, and also that the bartender seemed very unperturbed by this all.

[color=00aeef]"Sorry."[/color] Managing a cursory smile, Brie turned back to the others, straightening her blouse as she did so. [color=00aeef]"If I wasn't on this damn mission...I'd like to smash his smug face, then kick him in t-..."[/color] She trailed off awkwardly, realising that she should probably shut up. Brookside [i]really[/i] did not bring out the best side of her. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Brie listened to Grace before nodding in agreement. [color=00aeef]"I've got my car just round the corner. Best we take that. It's pretty beat up so I don't think it'll look out of place whilst we're following him. Also, can you guys keep an eye out for anyone whilst I'm driving? Some of the street gangs like to stop cars and then rob them. It's crazy how many people fall for it too."[/color] With that, she stood up, making her way out of the speakeasy and heading towards the small alley where they had stored the car, the street feeling busier and significantly more sketchy now that the evening was creeping in. 

[color=00aeef]"Jjamppong."[/color] Brie repeated the word Grace had spoken earlier as they walked, testing it on her tongue. It was hard to say and she definitely did not have the correct pronunciation, but she still enjoyed trying. [color=00aeef]"I like that! I've for sure met a lot of jjamppongs in my life."[/color] Dodging past some drunks who were swerving in the middle of the sidewalk, she turned around briefly to smile at Grace. [color=00aeef]"Someone once taught me the russian word for asshole...Mudak I think it was! That was always one of my favourites. And that Martino guy back there was [i]definitely[/i] a Mudak..."[/color]

As she started thinking about how she would get payback on Martino, the trio rounded a corner, where they would come across an old Subaru Impreza that definitely looked like it had seen better days. Brie hadn't bothered to lock the car because well, it was Brookside and if someone wanted to steal it, they would have. Opening the door, she hopped into the driver's seat before rooting around in the glove compartment for the key. [color=00aeef]"Where are you...where are you..."[/color] She mumbled to herself, before realising that it definitely was not there. [color=00aeef]"What sort of asshole only steals a key! Probably some junkie who forgot what he was doing halfway through..."[/color] Frowning, she placed her hand over the flimsy plastic dashboard, waiting patiently until the car sprung into life a few moments later, the engine chugging away noisily. Happy with this outcome, she turned to the other two, looking at them expectantly. [color=00aeef]"Ready?"[/color]


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