Blitz

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YoshiSkittlez said
Dunno WHY you pointed him here though, Blitz has said twice now that we aren't taking on new people...

Yeah, I'd feel like a huge dick if I accepted him without even giving the others a chance, you feel?

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Such belligerence.

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Knox was confused when Minato suddenly reached out and grabbed him, pulling him closer to the cage and through the crowd, where they eventually ended up and the other side of the bar. Knox didn’t struggle to get away, as he was much too high to care, but he was still curious about the boy’s odd mannerisms. Before he could ask any more questions, he answered him and explained he had left because he wasn’t “Lost” like them. What? Then he started going on about how he didn’t want to go start a war between them and another gang, which he finally revealed to be the Wolves.

Oh, shit. The Wolves? They were here? He said he didn’t know why they were watching Knox because he apparently wasn’t a Lost One.

“What? No, I am a Lost One,” Knox said. “But how do they know that? We’re not even causing any trouble!”

Knox then had a hard time following what he went on about next. He talked about possibly getting into trouble with the gangsters, then he asked if Knox knew how to pickpocket, then back to Wolves again.

“I am a Lost One,” Knox repeated. “But I’m not, like, their most active or dangerous member or anything.”

That must be why the boy looked familiar to Knox. Maybe he had seen him around somewhere before at one of the hideouts.

Either way, being around all these enemies made Knox uneasy. Surely Tyson hadn’t know that a bunch of Wolves were going to be here. That sucked. And that one blunt wasn’t nearly enough to get Knox to relax completely. In fact, it made him a bit more paranoid. God, if only he had a little more… Even a drink would do.

“Don’t you just think we should just go?” Knox asked the boy, looking around nervously. “I’m not trying to get into any shit tonight.”

He wasn’t liking this at all.

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Angel smiled when she saw Jillian, one who could possibly tango with Deon, enter the bar and make her way toward them. That meant other Wolves would be arriving too, so she felt less worries about the possible Lost One's threat Victor had brought up earlier. The two they were keeping an eye on were probably lost, literally, or just came for a good time, and Angel couldn't blame them for that. They'd just need to be extra careful not to do something extremely stupid.

Jillian had sat down at the table and greeted Angel jovially: "What's cookin', good lookin'? "Anything fun goin' down tonight?""

Angel chuckled and shrugged. "Hi Jillian," she answered with a smile. "We're just waiting for Deon to come on and kick some ass. Feel free to make some bets on him if you're feeling lucky. I personally don't know how much faith I can put into a drunk cage fighter, but he claims it helps him win."

A man who Angel assumed was taking orders walked by and she reached out her hand toward him.

"Excuse me!" she called out.

He stopped and turned to face her.

"Bring me a bottle of vodka and some shot glasses," she told him.

She didn't even need to use gang intimidation. The man already seemed scared enough of the people sitting at the table alone, so he rushed to the back and returned a minute later with a bottle and three shot glasses, all of which he placed on the table quickly before hurrying away. Angel grabbed the bottle and frowned.

"Gross, room temperature vodka," she said. "Oh well." She sighed. "I guess it's better than nothing."

OF course, Angel had no intention of getting stupidly drunk, but buzzed enough to be happy and sociable while still retaining some of her wits about her. She poured the potent drink into one of she shot glasses and placed the bottle back on the table. She began to sip on it, taking her time and enjoying it's sting, which she assumed was because it wasn't being served cold. At any rate, she finished her first shot within a few minutes, but she held off on her second one, just so she could control how quickly the alcohol took effect. She glanced over again at the two supposed Lost Ones conversing, and she wondered if she should go over and just... talk to them.

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Also, Irisity, Logan is talking to Millie, right? Because I don't want you to think I'm ignoring you if Angel doesn't answer.

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My dad can do that with his phone. My phone on the other hand... is a shitty flip phone. /:

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I think we'll be in the bar for a while.

Carsick? Yech, sorry to hear that. I too am going on quite a few road trips soon, but thankfully I don't get motion sickness. Although I probably just screwed myself over by saying that. Oh well.

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...Did you change usernames?!

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Hi wind

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YoshiSkittlez said
Yeah im stuck with D.J. till wind posts again, which means im stuck with Deon too

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Also Enalais is still here.