[hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/zngMbhb.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/qlZlDys.png[/img] [/center] [right]Interactions: Open [code]Thursday November 24th, The Hollow Tap[/code][/right][hr] In the bustling Hollow Tap bar, where people filled the table and delicious smells filled the air, Vin was doing their best to do their part as a member of the Hollow. Technically, Vin was on trouble prevention duty. They were one of the best at sniffing it out before it spilled over, with orders to take anyone starting up outside [i]as quietly as possible[/i]. Cause of course, it may be Thanksgiving but that didn’t stop people from starting shit. Assholes were always assholes, no matter the day. But there wasn’t enough trouble to have anyone just stationed as some kinda bouncer- a thing that’d just intimidate the masses coming in anyway. Not that they had anything against all the people here… But talking was never their strong suit. So they were helping out wherever they could, moving food from the kitchen and out back to be served up. Whatever helped, and had the least amount of fucking socialising. It had been difficult to leave Loni and little Luciana earlier, knowing that by the time they got back Loni would be working. Luci would still be awake, but likely in the company of her other ‘Aunts’... People Vin could tolerate for the two they loved, but it was more difficult without Loni as a buffer. But that was a worry for later on when they crossed back over just to spend a little bit of time with their family for the day. Sure, they could’ve asked Gideon to let them off today, but they also knew they didn’t have the fucking numbers to be so selfish. They’d ‘dressed’ up a little- or perhaps dressed the part of community helper slash waiter. A white shirt with only a few blood stains from whatever had happened last Thanksgiving, tucked into black jeans. Their shaggy, shoulder length hair was pulled back into a ponytail so they could carry trays upon trays of sides on their shoulders without worrying about it dipping into the sauce. It wasn't normal work for them, but at least they looked busy enough that nobody bothered approaching them. They just weren’t a people person! Even if it was the people they wanted to protect. But a few words and they scared ‘em off anyway. These people were just like Loni and Luciana- and the twins’ mother. Struggling South Siders… The warmth of the room, filled with bodies, only filled Vin with more rage. Because these people shouldn’t only be able to get a nice meal cause Gideon dipped into his own pockets. There should be fucking jobs for them, they should be able to eat at home without freezing to death like the fucking Northerners did! Right as they put down another few trays filled with food that made their mouth water, one of those very same Northern assholes walked right in. Vin’s eyes narrowed, lips pressing into a tight frown. Beneath their lips their canines grew sharp reactively, nicking the inside of their mouth and filling it with the taste of blood. They’d only seen the shit about this woman when they got into the Hollow and another gang member showed them. They weren’t exactly online all that often, and hadn’t adjusted to suddenly having internet ‘at home’ now that they half lived at the New Leopold. The comments pissed them right off, but then the name of the bakery… [i]Cozy Bakery[/i]. The same bakery Loni had been at when it was attacked! Where she’d not only been fucking distraught about the attack, but the look the owner had given her afterwards. What happened on Tuesday didn’t fucking help… It was difficult for them to stay on the spot, rather than moving to punch the bitch in the face. They didn’t know why she was here, but she certainly deserved a beating. They felt a sudden tug on their leg, looking down to see a young boy staring up at them. He’d taken the opportunity of them staying still to shuffle off his seat and grab their attention. “Miss… Mister?” The child looked visibly confused, before shaking it off and pointing towards Freya. “Whos’at? She famous?” Vin let out a snort of laughter, shaking their head. They managed to pull the longer, sharper teeth back in to respond. [color=51684c]”She ain’t in the way you’re thinkin’, Kid. She said some real nasty things ‘bout some people here, now she’s actin’ like she ain’t. She don’t belong… But Mr Cross is generous enough to let her stay.”[/color] They did their best to not say shit the kid- who looked to be about seven or eight- shouldn’t hear. Not that it mattered when you lived down here. Vin had heard, seen and done all sorts of shit by that age. But they made sure to talk loud enough that people- and hopefully the Northern bitch herself- could hear. They crouched down a little, closer to the kid’s level. [color=51684c]”Y’know what to do if she tries to talk to ya?”[/color] The kid shook his head. Vin grinned, hand making a fist. [color=51684c]”You punch ‘er. Right in the stomach, if you can reach. Wanna learn how?”[/color] The kid looked at them with wide eyes, before nodding. Vin’s grin only widened when they realised the kid watching had become multiple. They had a little audience, a bunch of kids under ten whose parents weren’t so worried about them running off in here. Not today. [color=51684c]”You got close your fist like this, see. Thumb on the outside, but outta the way… Make sure it’s real tight.”[/color] Vin continued, demonstrating. The whole group of kids copied to varying degrees of success. They quickly corrected a few before continuing. [color=51684c]”Good, good. Now, it ain’t just her you gotta punch. Anyone from the North comes down here ‘n looks at you funny? Throw one, and run. It ain’t illegal cause you ain’t adults. Got it?”[/color] There was resounding agreement from the children in various little voices. Vin smiled proudly, glad the next generation would happily take up arms against the Northern oppression.