[color=aba000][b]Gomorrah Front Entrance - The Disturbance[/b][/color]

Charlotte appeared more disgusted by the concept of barbecue sauce ruining her dress than fearful of the threat of deathclaws. She dusted off her apparel at the mere thought, as if the condiment was already upon her. It seemed that Sonny struck a nerve, in multiple ways.

"'That thing' is a priceless, centuries old Bierstadt," Amber hissed, attempting to return the insult she was dealt with full (hundred fifty) honors. "I bet it's worth five times your annual-"

Amber wasn't helping. This security guard wasn't bound by inner propriety, and Daniel effortlessly imagined him punching a hole in the canvas to "ruin your day, see how youse like it, huh bub?" Danny regarded it as the worst case scenario not for the permanent, irreparable loss of culture from the world but simply because he'd have spent a King's ransom of caps and an entire morning of labor for naught. That situation would really crease his cards, and was becoming in[b]creas[/b]ingly likely.

He lifted his open palm gradually. "Relax, sweetheart; I'll handle this." He raised his other to pose a casual surrender. "This was a simple matter. We had no intentions of interrupting your business, and we can compensate. If you're willing to throw hands and risk a scuffle from the North for fifteen minutes of pause, I'm sure your patrons will appreciate the sudden uptick in violence in this quiet haven." Nines trusted this man to detect the tinge of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yeah, I always wanted to make an example out of an Omertas thug!" Bradley shouted; putting up his dukes, wholly ignoring the rifle slung over his shoulder. Apparently he hadn't gotten the message.

Daniel closed his eyes. "Brad, shut it. In fact, drag the frame outward." Brad hesitated but complied, Charlotte managing Danny's side. Gamblers started shuffling in, while spectators gathered around and watched the powder keg in keen anticipation. Daniel reopened and shrugged. "Not even an half hour, well before tonight's peak. All we desired was to visit the ambassador. Perhaps when we unveiled this here painting, it would have been a spectacle unto itself—a crowd pleaser—but you're preoccupied enforcing the status quo." He shook his head. "So be it. If you could at least point us in Benjamin Watts's direction, we'll vacate the premises." He stepped lightly from the doorway to the breezy October gusts beyond.

Charlotte was silent but now offered an apologetic nod. "Sorry, we're new in town."

Danny bowed in social courtesy. "So, in what manner might we pay respects to a reputable institution such as yours? Name your price; the Pinochle Expedition is a boon to its friends. If you're unable to negotiate, maybe we can work it out with Fat Dom himself." Just for safety's sake, he murmured to his girlfriend, "You told Happy Trails to summon Vaulters down, correct?"

Amber was slightly perplexed yet reflected Daniel's volume. "Well, yes, but they won't arrive for several days."

Nines's countenance hinted at a wry smile. "Not for immediate reinforcements; only that we won't have perished unnoticed should things turn south."