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In CANCELLED. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In CANCELLED. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In CANCELLED. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad) → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
The next scene was something as if it was straight out of Zero Dark Thirty. It was hard for Athena to watch, and Ellie wasn't even watching at all. She was away just hanging out. If that was something they actually taught in England, then Athena wanted no part of any Brit whatsoever. However, she had to be in there to make sure he wasn't going to be doing anything stupid. Athena was there to be a fail-safe just in case whatever Mark was doing didn't work.

Holding her MP5 by the grip, she paced back and forth as she watched Mark do his thing. Trying not to see too much of the mutilation that occurred, Athena was still trying her hardest to pay attention to what he was saying. Athena needed to absorb this information. The more that she knew about wherever this operation was based, the better of a plan she was going to be able to formulate. She might not have been a proper Marine like Mark, but she knew her way around a blueprint and a gun. She just hoped that Mark wasn't going to touch his fingernails. Athena was squeamish when it came to fingernail shit.

And right on cue, Mark started going for the fingernails, causing the seasoned police officer to look away and shield her eyes. It was not a pretty sight at all. She looked down at her gloved hands, glad that she wasn't in the same position as the unfortunate man in the chair was. Once she thought it was over, she looked back, and he looked like he was very close to breaking. Jeez. Imagine what the people in Guantanamo Bay do to their subjects. Athena didn't want to think about it. Not while she was about to fuck with some very powerful people.

Finally, the interrogation was over. Athena was just about to take a couple of steps toward the subject before he was shot dead in cold blood. Pausing in her stride, she almost pulled her pistol out. But then, she realized that this wasn't America, let alone New York City. She couldn't do anything, even if she could. He now had the key to freeing her sibling and sibling-in-law from the burdens of being involved in a criminal world.

"Jesus fucking christ..." She murmured, before turning around and putting her hands on her hips. Thank god they were on the same side right now. Athena would have had a difficult time dealing with him and his wild ass. Turning around, she glanced at the dead body. In a way, he was better off, actually. But Athena couldn't put too much thought into it. The man had a plan, and she needed to follow.



A couple of hours later, they were now standing on the tarmac of a small airport. Again, the criminal underworld had so many connections that it was mind-boggling. Ellie and Athena were both amazed at the lack of resistance from the officials once bribery was involved. Not that either of them minded. It made their jobs much easier. But right now, the most important thing on their mind was the plan. Mark had a plan, but he had yet to say anything about it until now.

Walking a little closer to the British marine, the two had absorbed the plan and it marinated in her minds. Apparently, a lot more weight was going to be resting on Ellie's shoulders than usual. She was going to be responsible for a little reconnaissance. Which was great... if she knew anything about military procedures. Ellie clammed up and started looking down. There was a new kind of fear coursing through her veins. Something she evidently had never felt before. Wingsuiting was one thing, but wingsuiting to collect information and be incognito was an entirely different thing. Did she have the skillset to do it? Yes, but she didn't have the experience to perfect it.

Athena took a bag and so did Ellie, the Scot shaking her head at the question. Watching the Cessna come in and eventually land, the entire group grabbed their belongings and clambered in. Ellie had the back row to herself, so she could put on her wingsuit and do all the proper safety checks she needed to. Athena also had her own row, so she took the liberty to lie down and stare at the ceiling as everyone else settled. And soon enough, they were in the air and on their way to carry out the plan that Mark had set out for the rest of them.

In CANCELLED. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In CANCELLED. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




A Collaboration Between: @Bee and @Silver Carrot
Featuring: Kazue Suzuki, Charity Spencer, and Gary Reynolds



Kazue had arrived just a few days ago to Beverly Hills High School after months on months of incessantly begging her parents to finally let her go somewhere that wasn’t in Japan. Japan was cool and all, but being around the same people and the same places all day was just too much for Kaz to kandle. She wanted a different environment, and here she was on a boat in god-knows-where.

The dance floor was a little too touchy-feely for Kaz’s tastes, so she was somewhere toward the front of the boat where it was much more quiet and where Kaz was much more comfortable. Poor girl didn’t know what she was doing, nor did she really find anyone she knew (not like she knew anyone, anyway). Right now she was seated on a nearby bench, sipping on a glass of coke she somehow managed to order from the bartender.

She wasn’t alone on the open deck. Leaning on the railing nearby, there was a blonde girl in quite a showy dress, and a nicely done face of makeup, holding a glass of water and looking out over the ocean. Charity had given up on trying to talk to Trixie for now. Possibly even for the whole night. And she was too scared to go anywhere near the dancefloor lest she get dragged into it by a boy. Charity wasn’t here to get drunk, or do drugs, or have sex, or even dance. She was here to observe. They hadn’t set off yet, and the party hadn’t started yet. Until then, she felt like she was just wasting her time. This wasn’t her world, and she didn’t belong here. Right at that moment, she saw a fish jump, arc through the air, and re-submerge itself. Her mouth twitched a brief smile. ’A fish out of water, huh? Me too.’

She looked over and recognized another lost soul. Another sheep without a flock. Charity watched Kazue out the corner of her eye for a while, before mentally shrugging and starting to walk towards the bench, smiling. ”Hi, there. I’m not really big on dancing either. Mind if I sit there?”

Kaz looked like a deer caught in headlights the pretty blonde lady came up to her and asked to sit next to her. She only nodded and scooted over a bit. This girl did look a bit familiar. Like she was from some movie or whatever. But what movie was it? She was thinking for a bit, and guessing on how scrunched her face was, she was thinking hard about it. Eventually she finally came to the conclusion and determined who she was reminded of.

”Super Eight!” She blurted, ”You look like Super Eight!

Charity drew a complete blank, and look slightly nonplussed at the outburst. ”I don’t know who Super Eight is, I’m afraid, but I get mistaken for other people a lot. My name’s Charity. Charity Spencer. What’s yours?”

Feeling a little embarrassed and ashamed, Kazue turned a shade of red. ”Movie. You look like movie.” Kaz looked down before Charity had introduced herself. Charity? Why would someone be named after something like that? Charities weren’t really that hot in Japan, so it was bizarre that someone was named after one. Regardless, she still had to reply and introduce herself. ”Kazue. Call me Kaz. Very nice to meet you, Charity.

Charity sat down, taking a lack of refusal to be a sign of welcome. ”Alright, Kaz. So, what are you doing at this party, pardon my asking? You don’t seem like you want to dance, or drink.” Charity was genuinely curious why she was here. They were the only two girls Charity had seen so far who seemed like they didn’t want to be here. For Charity, it was work, but Charity doubted that was Kaz’s reason.

That was a good question. Why was Kaz here? She had only been here a week or so and she was already invited to a party. Looking at Charity, she shrugged. ”I got invited. Next thing you know, I walk here. But I don’t like alcohol. Too nasty.” Kaz shook her head before looking at Charity, ”How about you? Why are you here?”

Charity had to stifle a pitying laugh. This asian student with a beginner’s grasp on English, and West Coast culture, must have seen the flyers spread around the school, and deduced she had personally been invited to the party, and it would therefore be rude to refuse. And now she was here against her will, with no desire to partake in anything the party is offering. At least Charity felt she had a choice. She could have dug her heels in at the spa and refused to be part of this, demanding an explanation. But she still felt that this was God’s plan. She was supposed to be here to observe.

”Oh, I got dragged here by my Newspaper Club’s president. I thought it would be a good opportunity to see the party first hand so I could write about it for the paper, but I tried to watch things from below deck and got hit on by at least ten boys, so I’m just going to stay up here and listen out for rumors or commotion.”

”Newspaper? You have newspaper here? Kaz’s eyes widened in amazement, since newspapers were relics of the past where she was from, ”Really? That is so cool!” She had never seen a newspaper in person. Everyone had gotten their news on the television or the internet. It was a part of Japan’s increasing efforts to be environmentally healthy, and it was working.

”What else you have here? I want to know!” Kaz’s eyes were glowing like a star in the night sky. America was intriguing, and the key to unlocking whatever it contained was in this Charity lady.

That was a new one. Charity had never heard anybody describe the school newspaper as cool before. The Weekend Warrior got praise for biased, sensationalist gossip-mongering, but the Newspaper Club were taken for granted. It was nice for any kind of recognition in that area. As for Kaz’s question. What else they had in America? Well they had a lot of things. Too many to count, and much of that, they shared with Japan. Still, she wanted to know…

”What else do we have here in Beverly Hills? Well, we have Starbucks, tacos, hot dogs on a stick, tipping the waitresses, free refills, safe spaces and very small dogs.” Charity answered, using her very safe and inoffensive style of humor that she had cultivated and sharpened by writing her articles. ”If you want to ask about any field specifically, i’ll be happy to give you a better answer, though. America’s a big and complicated place.”

Well, they did have Starbucks in Japan so Kaz didn’t figure it was something that special. But tacos? Hot dogs on a stick? Tips? And most importantly, free refills? No wonder Americans were so fat. They had it so good. Back home tipping wasn’t even a thing, let alone getting your drink refilled for free. That was honestly some dope stuff that Kaz had just heard. ”Too much for me to know! She slapped her own forehead, trying to process the information that she had just taken in. ”It’s too much for me to tell!” Charity replied, laughing.

Gary Reynolds, or ‘pup’ as he had been titled during his dancing with Aces, made his way up to the deck and lit up a cigarette as he looked around. There weren’t many people up here at this stage of the party, as they were still docked, and all the dancers had energy to spare and were comparatively sober compared to how they were going to end up in a few hours time. He did, however, spot two pretty girls, dressed up to party yet sitting it out. This struck Gary as unusual behaviour, and he approached them, lit cigarette still in his mouth.

”Are you two okay? The party hasn’t even started yet and you’re up here with soft drinks. You’re not sick, are you?” he asked, slightly concerned. Though, now he was closer to them, he was really starting to notice how cute they both looked.

Cigarette? Kaz waved the smoke away from her nose as she breathed in the very toxic smoke. Guess cigarettes were still a thing here somehow. ”We’re not sick until you started smoking. She plugged her nose with her hand, showing her disdain for the smoke, ”Please no smoke.”

”Oh, shit, Sorry!” Gary flustered apologetically, putting the cigarette out under his boot, and facing away from them to clear his lungs of smoke, before turning back to the two. He noticed that Charity was also already done with him, and in his drunken state he resolved to change they minds. ”Sure you don’t want to go dance, or go to the game room. Or something? I don’t think this party would be much fun sitting up here.”

Game room had intrigued the Japanese girl. She’d never seen an American arcade before, even though they had nothing on Japanese arcades. Did this boat have one? It would’ve been really dope if they did have one. ”Game room? We have one here? Kaz asked curiously, leaning forward to hear what this guy had to say. Charity ordinarily wouldn’t have been interested in a game room, but she needed something to keep her entertained until something report-worthy happened at this damned party. This party of the damned. So she too listened interested as Gary started to talk.

”Yeah, dudes, It’s got a pool table, air hockey, table football, and there’s Rock Band hooked up to the plasma. I checked it out earlier, but I was gonna go back later on in the night when the dancing had died down. Want me to take you there?”

Kaz stood straight up like an arrow at the thought of video games. Finally, something to do here. ”Yes. Please take me! Gary happily led them both towards the game room.

On the way there, Charity stopped. ”Sorry, I need to go powder my nose. I’ll meet you both in there,” she said to the two, before heading to one of the girl’s bathrooms on this boat.

Kazue and Gary had finally arrived at the game room. For whatever reason, Gary was hesitating so Kaz had decided to take the initiative and open the door to the game room. However, what was inside was something that Kaz definitely had not expected to see, as shown by her eyes widening and her cheeks reddening. ”Uh…”
In CANCELLED. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In CANCELLED. → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




A collaboration between: @melissahart and @Bee
Featuring: Wesley Bristow and Ariana Song


Wesley drummed his fingers alongside the bar as he waited patiently for his drink. Hoards of people were flocking to get liquor, which caused the wait time to be much longer than he wished. Wes didn’t usually arrive sober, hell, by now if this was a regular party he’d have been coked up by now- but this was an event and he wanted to remember it. However without a drink, he felt dull; too boring for a party full of his drunk and high classmates. So he stood at the bar, anxiously awaiting the sweet taste of bourbon.

He gazed around, admiring the lights and sounds coming to his eyes and ears. The Helmsley’s went all out for this shindig, but that wasn’t a surprise to Wes. In all his years in Beverly Hills, a Helmsley party never disappointed. Ever. He couldn’t wait to see what exciting adventure this party would hold for him. Would he get thrown overboard? Only time would tell.

Ariana, the girl bored beyond her mind, had walked up to the bar looking to get herself something to drink. She was still adamant about not having any alcohol after nearly dying from having too much of it, but that didn’t mean her mind couldn’t be changed. She walked up to the bar and ordered a virgin long island iced tea. No alcohol, for the love of god.

However, the barkeep seemed to be very preoccupied. There was a queue forming that she was at the bottom of. She wanted a drink pretty bad. At least she could have something to do. However, she glanced down the bar and saw another boy waiting patiently for his drink. Now that was something she would do.

She walked up to him curiously, trying to formulate a conversation starter in her head. ”Hey there. How long have you been waiting for your drink?”

Wes, who was leaning against the bar and minding his own business, didn’t realize someone was talking him until he looked over his shoulder to see a girl standing there looking directly at him. He stood up properly and got a good look at her before responding with a sigh, “Too long. You would think the Helmsley’s are ageing Maker’s Mark on site as we speak for how long this glass is taking.” Wes chuckled, glancing back over to the bar to see if there was any sign of his drink. Nothing. Looking back to the girl, he flashed a charming smile. “What’d you order? Hopefully you haven’t been waiting as long for it as I have for mine.”

Ariana blushed just a wee bit as he flashed his smile. Damn, it really was a good smile. She giggled a bit, being a little flustered for words before she finally remembered what she was going to say. ”Oh, uh, me? Virgin Long Island Iced Tea. I’m trying to stay off the booze for a bit.” She leaned on the counter, crossing her legs underneath her and showing some interest with this fella. He was cute. ”What about you? Wait- lemme guess… you ordered a… whi- no bourbon! You look like a bourbon guy to me.”

Wait wait wait… virgin drink? At a party like this? Wes knew that wouldn’t fly, especially with him- drinking was the key to fun, and he didn’t believe otherwise. And neither should she. “Oh come on, loosen up a little. I’d say I’d buy you a drink…. but it’s an open bar.” This girl must have been magic though, cause as soon as she said he was a bourbon kind of guy, Wes’ drink appeared in front of him. A relieved smile grew on his face as he picked it up, inspected it, and took a swig. “You would be right. I am definitely a bourbon kind of guy, but you are definitely not a sober kind of gal, not tonight.” He held out his glass, “Want a sip?”

”I don’t think you want to know what happens when I start drinking…” Ariana warned in a joking fashion, before eyeing the bourbon that had just arrived in front of them. Ariana’s eyes lit up as she saw an actual drink. Way better than what she was gonna get. Some pussy shit, honestly. It looked good, and it looked like it wasn’t just going to some cheap shit. It was a Helmsley party, so of course she wasn’t going to be facing any of the cheap shit. The man’s offer to her was very, very tempting to her. She looked at the glass then back at him. Fuck it. She was at a party, she had the rest of her days to be sober. Ariana shrugged and took the glass, ”Don’t mind if I do…” She took a sip out of it, and god damn it was some of the best bourbon she’d ever had (not like she had much bourbon anyway). She smiled and returned the glass back to the man. ”I’m Ariana…” She offered, reaching out a hand to the boy, ”Pleasure to meet you.”

Wes was a persuasive guy, so he wasn’t surprised when the girl took his advice. With a smirk, he took his glass back and listened as she introduced herself to him. Ariana. Pretty name for a pretty girl. Taking her hand in his, Wes shook it lightly. “Wesley.” He removed his hand and backed away a single step, leaning on the bar once more, “And trust me, the pleasure is all mine.”

Wesley… she hadn’t ever heard of anyone with that name. Sounded like an old person name, which she didn’t have a problem with anyway. It was a nice name, for a nicer looking boy. However, she didn’t really know what else to say. Her drink had finally arrived and she took a sip out of it, still trying to figure out what to say to Wesley. ”So uh… how are you liking the party so far? You enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah, I’d say it’s pretty lit. Would be better if I was a little more intoxicated though…” Wes began to say, but an idea popped into his head, which caused his sentence to hang in the air. He turned to the bartender and motioned, pointing to the bottle of tequila on the highest shelf and requesting two shots. Looking down at Ariana, he smirked, “So that’s why we’re gonna take a shot, you and me.” To say that Wesley was a bad influence was an understatement. The kid liked a good party, and would get you to like it to, even if it meant drowning you in alcohol. It was all in good spirit!

Alcohol on top of more alcohol. That was the best way to party, according to the high school kids anyway. She liked this guy’s idea of a party. Two shots of tequila with a girl he literally just met. The party had gone from being a snore to being somewhat lit! ”Shots? I’m down!” Ariana turned to the bartender who had poured them two shots of tequila. She took a shot and slid the other glass to her newfound friend. ”To our rich friends! Ariana raised her shot, before downing the Mexican alcoholic drink, feeling the burn down her throat as she swallowed.

The blonde boy threw back the shot with ease, as the saying went, “shots going down like water”. He exhaled loudly as he slammed the glass down on the bar and looked over to Ariana. “Going from virgin drinks to tequila shots in two seconds flat- I like the change in pace.” Wes replied, leaning back up against the countertop. “So what brings you to the party tonight? Any particular reason?” He asked, attempting some small talk. Admittedly, he could act like a casanova all he wanted, but he wasn’t the best at making conversation.

”Well I was gone for a week- and then the next thing I know I receive an invitation to this thing via text. I had to go, I couldn’t just deny it. That’s why I’m here. I don’t know where any of my friends are, but at least I have the greatest friend of all.” Ariana grabbed a nearby bottle and hugged it to provide clues as to what she actually meant, before putting it back. ”How about you? What brings you here? I’ve never seen you around school before, actually.”

Wes laughed, “I’m surprised you haven’t seen me- I’m everywhere,” He joked, “Actually I’m usually holed up in the shop or in the library, so not shocking. But if there’s ever a party, I’ll always be there.” He leaned a little closer to Ariana. “It’s a lifetime guarantee.” Wes spoke in a hushed tone, acting as though it was a secret. But it wasn’t, he was at every single party that was thrown, and will be at every single other party for the rest of his life.

Ariana raised an eyebrow, ”The library and the shop? Yeah, that explains why I’ve never seen you around.” The Korean girl avoided those places like the plague. She wasn’t trying to be that nerd who hung out in the library. The library was for squares. She turned back around to the bartender, before ordering three shots of tequila, each. ”Let’s see how well you can party, though. Ariana chuckled, before watching the bartender set up the shots. Pouring the liquid, she looked at it with a certain shine in her eyes.

Ariana handed a cup to Wesley, before taking one for herself. ”See ya on the other side.”

In Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad) → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Stepping into the bar was like stepping into the last scene from Sabotage. Only that she hopefully had a better chance of stepping out of that bar alive. Upon stepping in, she could feel the stares boring holes into her body. She was armed, armored, and dressed like she was ready to shoot someone. They weren't wrong, as a matter of fact. Her Sig Sauer was actually loaded, and that vest of hers wasn't just for show. She was already casing the place for exits and escape routes. It was standard procedure for a place like this. Prep had to be done at some point, and it was better late than never.

Two shots of tequila? Bold move. Athena eyed the big, tall British man as he received the shots, only to realize that one was for her. Free shot? As much she disliked the guy, she liked the way he worked. Taking the shot glass in her hand, she downed the shot only to realize she didn't have a chaser. It burned. But hey, it was authentic tequila. Not that cheap shit she downed in college. No pain, no gain. Mark was about to order another shot, which Athena wasn't entirely opposed to, but it looked like it was time to strike. The bartender was confused, but there was no time to explain, nor was there a need to.

The bottle of tequila in his hand wasn't exactly a good sign either, but she wasn't going to question it. It wasn't like he was going to ever answer her anyway. Walking behind him, she had her hand on her pistol like she was performing a traffic stop. Only less cars, and more guns. Watching him do his thing, it looked like it might have actually gone relatively smoothly. But, on the slightest instance of resistance, Mark lost his shit and had apparently lit the guy on fire. So much for things going smoothly.

Athena unholstered her pistol and was met with another man who disoriented as ever. As he came through, Athena threw him aside and ran toward Mark, who had already in the process of extracting the objective. She turned around and fired a couple shots into the bar to keep the chasing people away. She was a little behind Mark, but that was to be expected. Spacing was key and she didn't want to be too close to the extraction target. As the Range Rover was in sight, so were the rest of Luis's buddies. She needed to buy that stupid British tall Ginger man some time, and that she was going to get done.

She turned around and started firing some shots. Aiming down her sights, she was landing perfect shots in center mass. The goal wasn't to neutralize, it was to incapacitate, and she was doing it well. She tried to avoid hitting any vital organs, and so far it was good. The accuracy she was showing right now was good enough to impress even the most seasoned of marksmen. Once she felt she had repelled enough people, she sprinted into the Range Rover, diving into the back seat and closing the door behind her as the Range Rover took off.

Ellie was thoroughly surprised, and honestly scared. A lot of gunfire and a lot of violence was all over the place. This was far from what she was comfortable with. She was ducking in her seat, and there was everyone else acting like this wasn't anything new. Well, it wasn't anything new. Ross and Mark had definitely done some shit, and Athena was a police officer. Meanwhile... there was Ellie in the back seat never having held a gun before. She was like a fish out of water or a bird in water.

Athena peered out of the back of the SUV and saw some vehicles start to chase after the Range Rover. "We have company!" Athena cried out, as she saw some armed cars get closer. Turning around, she pulled an M4A1 from the seat in front of her, before chucking the MP5 into the trunk. Athena then climbed into the trunk of the SUV. She used the butt of her M4A1 to break the rear window of the Range Rover, before aiming down the sights. Looked like that less lethal approach would also go out the window.

Taking a few shots, she could see the shots progress up the hood of the car before a hole appeared in between the driver's eyes, diverting away and crashing into a ditch nearby as another car took it's place. Firing controlled bursts, she was making sure that the wouldn't be able to get anywhere remotely close to the SUV. For the time being, she was doing a great job holding off the pursuers. However, she could only have so much ammunition for her gun. Ross needed to shake them, real soon.
In Burning Rubber (Bee and kingkonrad) → 6 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
The encounter between Athena and Mark was not one that went smoothly, to be honest. Many things had gone well, but Athena and Mark meeting was not one of those things. There was already tension in the air that was going to naturally occur. It was simply nature. She knew that he wasn't going to consider her threat shit, and he knew that she wasn't going to take anything he said seriously either. Words of a cop didn't stick on a criminal, and words of a criminal didn't stick on a cop.



This was wrong. This was incredibly wrong. Athena felt so slimy and dirty being in a car full of criminals, and Ellie. The amount of sheer irony that this car had was enough to build another car. The weapons that Mark had just conveniently showed up with didn't really help ease Athena's anxiety. The additional ammo for her guns was nice, though. She didn't know how much ammo she had used up during the encounter earlier. A pair of gloves for the trained SWAT officer was also a nice touch. It was going to help when she handled her weapon in the inevitable combat situation.

Ellie, on the other hand, was just as confused. What exactly was she doing here? Why was she wearing this thick, heavy vest? Why were there so many guns? She still didn't know her role in this other than the fact that a motorcycle might be involved. She was sitting against a pillar in the SUV, her body bouncing with every bump the Range Rover took. Just how far back did Ross's connections go? It was pretty crazy that they were able to get to this point at all. Past the border with all of these guns and people. She felt like she was in an action movie. Something straight out of Fast and Furious with all the family and illegal shit going on. She was hoping she didn't go the same way as some of the side characters, though.

Athena perked up as Mark began the briefing. Fast in, fast out. Looked like she didn't need to bring her MP5 along. It was going to be unnecessary weight slowing them down. Putting her MP5 aside, she pulled out her Sig Sauer and performed a one-handed press check to see if a round was chambered. It was. Athena was taking a deep breath to prepare herself for the movement she would've had to do once they arrived. Again, it was fast in, fast out. The police officer perked up once again when she was asked about her Spanish skills. Finally, it was her time to shine.

"Nada mal para una gringa (not bad for a white girl)."

Once they arrived, Athena exited the SUV with her pistol out, before looking at the location the supposed target was supposed to be in. She looked at Mark, then back at the bar as she prepared herself for a potentially hairy encounter. "You ready?" She asked, gesturing to the bar.
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