14434/Scum and Villainy
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| Scum and Villainy | |
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| Date of Scene: | 16 March 2023 |
| Location: | The Black Market |
| Synopsis: | No description |
| Cast of Characters: | Tommy Monaghan, Jonathan Powers
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- Tommy Monaghan has posed:
Tommy is bellied up to the bar and well onto his third drink of the day, which is impressive considering it's the middle of the afternoon. BUt he doesn't have any contracts right now and he's flush with cash after bumping off a stupid bookie in Gotham. Said bookie has a lot of friends, though, so he's laying low in New York a little bit until they calm down a little bit. He doesn't mind fighting, but he prefers to be paid for it.
He has a cigarette because this is a bad place for bad people, so laws don't mean very much, tapping his ash in the tray and giving a yawn. His hair is cropped short, sunglasses cheap but firmly in place, black as night to hide the monstrous things he calls eyes in his skull. "I tell ya, Sully, you make an excellent drink."
"That's just straight whiskey, Tommy."
"Yeah, but you pour it so good."
- Jonathan Powers has posed:
Jonathan Powers, aka The Jester had only discovered this place a few months ago, but quickly became a regular at this exculsive bar for villains. He was currently sitting at the bar counter, nursing a glass of Long Island Iced Tea. He was in today to scheme, and enjoy a drink or two of course. As he took a sip of his drink he grinned to himself as he remembered the effects of his giggle gas so far. Dr. Gearbox really outdid himself this time with this newest invention. He couldn't wait to use it more in his schemes, the effects should be entertaining, both for himself and his Audience.
He then tugged on his shirt collar and sighed, a mishap with itching powder back in his lair had left him a itchy mess. Gearbox claimed that the itiching wpi;d stop at the end of the day, but he was starting to lose patience. He then groaned and said to the bartender
"Hey Sammy. You know a way to stop itching?"
- Tommy Monaghan has posed:
The bartender has a cigar of his own, bald and thick-necked. His bushy brows go up at the question, a hand stroking over his handlbar mustache. He'd been a flunkie back in the day, usually with a pirate theme, but never had any powers beyond the tech his bosses would give him. He figured this was a better way to make a living on the bad side of the law, even if bad guys tipped for shit.
"Stop sleeping with cheap hookers? Get a shot at the free clinic?" Tommy offers from a couple of stools down.
"Don't get me wrong, no judgment. Everybody wants a bit of strange on a budget now and then. But you gotta check the credentials. But hey - they say crab lice are more or less extinct now, so that's one less thing to worry about. Get our itchy friend another on me. I'm feelin' magnanaminious," Tommy grins to the bartender.
