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[center][b]Mentions:[/b] Tarak [@Th3King0fChaos][/center]
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Tarak's hand had just hit Aiden's shoulder and he went to shrug it off before he felt the grip tighten and there was the click of something in his brain. [color=9e0b0f][i]Ah, shit, right. Code names not to be used during the week. Eh whatever, not like any of these idiots were sober enough to really be paying attention and everyone else already knew who each other was.[/i][/color] He had wanted to just slink off to the nearest corner and watch the show, but he doubted Tarak would let him get away with that at this point. At least all he had to do was hold things instead of dealing with people. Following orders was something he could do; dealing with drunk recruits, that was not.

He leaned back against the nearest table as Tarak went to figure out what the recruits had done to the jukebox. It was honestly a shock he could get anything out of them let alone understand it with the amount of words that blended together into a singular mess. At least that was all he could hear. Though from what he gathered one of them literally just stumbled into the thing and spilled their drink on it. Ridiculous. 

A brief tune in to Dee's conversation with Jack at the bar told them that they were going to be on the lookout for some number of items while they were on the raid. The guy was always wanting something to tinker with, which he could respect, but it certainly added to what they were already trying to track down, whatever that may be. He hadn't been told exactly what they were doing, just that were meeting up for a raid and it was paying well. Those were the only two things he needed to hear really.

His attention snapped just as quickly back to Tarak when he heard his name. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Yeah, yeah I'm comin'."[/b][/color] He followed just behind and crossed his arms; waiting for Wolf to tell him what he needed. He would have moved to help lift the thing, but he knew just as well as most of the people here that Tarak could lift the box along with, probably, at least two of the recruits with little trouble. He chuckled to himself faintly at the thought as he moved to wiggle the wires free from the plug in the wall. God knew when the last time it had been moved was. 

Really they just needed to put the wires in a loose knot and Tarak would be able to move the thing just fine on his own, but an excuse to get away and maybe find a space to hole up until the raid started was much too tempting. Not that he knew exactly where they were taking the jukebox, but he'd take his chances. The bar was starting to get more crowded and it was much more fun to sit back and observe than get wrapped up in anything again.