"Well what else are you going to spend money on? A new phone? A tv? A car? The best thing to do in this town is spend your money before someone kills you for it." Flint glanced around once again and noticed a man with another taking interest in Dylan. At that Flint finished his drink and stood up.
"We should get going..." Flint muttered in Dylans ear as he payed his tab. Removing his wallet and throwing out a few bills from the large amount he had from his last sale.
"C'mon" Flint helped the man up. Doubting he was in any position to argue as he left the establishment with him.

Dylan sluggishly stood and staggered out with Flint. He would be lucky if he could tell the guy how to get him home. Jack watched as they left, then got up and walked after them. Orren remained at the counter, hoping that his brother didn't get himself in trouble. As the two made their way down the street, Jack stalked them from the shadows. They were getting into TI-32 territory, and he was feeling a little bolder than usual.

Jack pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and tied it around the lower half of his face, making a makeshift mask. He slowly pulled his gun as he drew nearer. Dylan took a sudden stumble, requiring Flint to focus on getting him back up. Jack took the opportunity to pounce. No sooner than Dylan was on his feet, the barrel of a handgun was shoved into his back.

"Alright Chucklefucks, hand over your cash and no one has to get hurt," Jack said gruffly. Dylan just stood there in a state of confusion.

"Alright Chucklefucks, hand over your cash and no one has to get hurt," A gruff voice asked Flint and Dylan. The man shoving a handgun in Dylans back.
Flint turned to look at the man. "Do you know who I am asshole?" Flint said calmly
"That gun probably originally was smuggled in here by me!" Flint couldn't believe he was being robbed.
"I sell to a lot of gangs around here, including the gang that owns this neighbourhood. The TI-32." Flint was slowly going for his revolver on his hip.

Jack paused, then he got a better look at the man. Flint! The gun guy. Jack had been sent to buy from him several times in just the past month. He noticed he man reaching for his hip.
"Hey, whoa whoa whoa!" He holstered his gun and held his hands up. Jack pulled his mask down. "Chill man, its me. You know, Black Dog. I didn't know he was with you, honest mistake."

Jack put his hands back down and rubbed his neck. "I didn't know you uh..." he tried to think of a way to say it without pissing the guy off "swung that way, man."

"Hey, whoa whoa whoa!" The man holstered his gun and held his hands up. He pulled his mask down. "Chill man, its me. You know, Black Dog. I didn't know he was with you, honest mistake."
Flint stopped going for his revolver, he remembered the name and soon remembered the few times he had picked up guns for the TI-32.
"Maybe you should keep to robbing easy targets." Flint joked.
Black Dog began to speak "I didn't know you uh...swung that way man."
Flint was a little confused then he shrugged "Sex is sex" Flint then looked to Dylan
"Oh no not him im just taking him home. I don't get into that crowd.." Flint said as he understood what the other man was saying.
"Your gun is looking a little... mainstream.. " Flint said remembering what model and make the gun was from the few seconds he saw it.
"Everyone is carrying one of those cheap hunks of metal " Flint continued "You should get something a bit more ... you." Flint paused.
"I can always give you a discount as well.."

“Hey!” Lilith yelled. There were three people in the fight, currently, though some bystanders had flocked around. Her exclamation caught their attention. “You guys”, she pointed at the bystanders, “Better stop crowding or some police-involved justice shit is going to catch wind of it and disturb the peace. You two,” She set a glare on the drunk’s two friends, one of which was getting up from his slumped position next to the apartment building. “Need to get the fuck out of here or you’re just going to get the shit beaten out of you, not to mention that your friend is clearly in no state to drag his ungrateful ass back to whatever shit-hole he crawled out of.” Finally she placed her attention on the yakuza. ”Please refrain from launching annoying drunks at my house and leave. Your kind isn’t exactly welcome here.”

The guy blinked. “What do you mean my kind? Aren’t these sort of places filled with gang members? Besides, I didn’t hit any houses, just that apartment – oh.” Lilith rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I live there. Don’t worry; there are plenty of idiots out there who think I’m a spirit. As for your other question, gang members… I normally just let them loiter about, as long as they don’t disturb the peace. I don’t really like them about, but even I’m not stupid enough to go against five dangerous people who aren’t doing anything wrong, no matter their affiliation. Now you know the rules, so leave.” She walked back to her room. A notification came from her phone. One of her associates warning her a few yakuza had come to her part of town. A little late, but hey, it showed they cared… somewhat. Sometimes the lack of human contact and communication got to her, but it was better to stay incognito, in case someone targeted her for her services and didn’t want to pay.

She turned on her computer screen, opened her email and began composing a letter to her dad, informing him of the damages to the building. He never responded, and the repairs had only been made twice in her time of living here, so it was safe to assume he ignored them all. Not that she cared. The letters took time out of her precious day, but it had become rather like a tradition for her. Hoping that maybe it would finally break through to him, make him realize he had a clever daughter who could hack a company into ruin to balance out a son who was terrible when it came to academics and would probably lead a company to ruin instead (Lilith had hacked into the Union’s student information files. It was kind of sad, the fact that a prostitute could bear a child more intelligent than some high-ranking wealthy bitch). “I have some major daddy issues” The ravenette laughed bitterly to herself as she sent the email.

The moments it took for Eros' impatience to get the better of her felt like years in her head, the desperation to discover what had gone on writhing and twisting until it overpowered any sense of loyalty or kindness she might have felt towards the petite girl in front of her. She wanted to go exploring, and she wanted to go now. Taking another few steps away from Nicole, she offered an almost sympathetic smile, genuinely contemplating telling the girl where she'd be if she wanted to catch up for mere minutes before she just shook her head, blonde curls falling back over her shoulders as the sound of kitten heels pounding against a cold, damp sidewalk once again filled the air. It was slowly becoming clear to her the tonight probably wasn't the best night to wear heels, it seemed. But, then again, when you lived in the South, was any night a good night for heels? I didn't seem like it - you never did know you would need to run.

Slowing slightly as the street narrowed, her clattering feet quickly turned to deft steps, doing her best to weave between the piles of sick that were graciously deposited by some poor drunkard and the random deposits of peoples old household objects, bits and bobs like mattresses and toasters littering the streets like a poor man's car boot sale. It was only when she'd reached the end of the road that she spotted it - well, him - slouched on the ground. Her gaze quickly flickered over the scene, trying to piece together what had happened in as little time as possible. Honestly, some of it made very little sense to her, like someone had tried to stick pieces of two different jigsaws together, but it was starting to dawn on her that what had happened probably wasn't the best thing to ponder over, not when it seemed like blood was literally coating the road in red. Two people were dead, that much she'd figured. The other one? Eros'd just have to ask.

"So, a prostitute, a junkie and-" she paused, eyeing the crumpled man's scarf for a moment before finishing, "-a man with questionable fashion choices walk into an alley, who'd you reckon kills who?" She phrased it like a joke, doing her best to make light of even the darkest of situations by forcing a teasing smile and shutting any feelings she may have felt towards the victims up inside her, having convinced herself it wasn't her problem if someone else dies whilst she's around. It's not like she could help it anyway, right?
"...You alright there, buddy?" she finally asked, cocking her head to the side as she shoved her hands deep into her pockets, pulling her jacket around her slightly. She didn't really feel safe surrounded by all the blood and dirt, but she supposed there was no other way to live out here. Sometimes it was be or be killed, right? That's what she liked to think, anyway. Everyone had blood on their hands, one way or another .