[color=696969][center][url=https://fontmeme.com/fonts/punk-typewriter-font/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/240122/96b51cbc48bd377db299e57ead156677.png[/img][/url][/center][b][color=634533]Time:[/color][/b] A.M.
[b][color=634533]Location:[/color][/b] The River Port Lodge
[b][color=634533]Interactions/Mentions:[/color][/b] [@princess][@mole]
[b][color=634533]Equipment: [/color][/b] Knife, drugs, and wallet looted from dope peddler
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The second that ugly mug Zarnak came lumbering over, jaw flapping about debts and tabs like Vasco was some two-bit chiseler, Vasco let out a long sigh.

A crooked smile played on his lips as he leaned against the counter. [color=C2B4A7]“Well, whaddya know. Didn’t peg the Black Maw Syndicate was full of sore losers. What’s the matter? You forget I won them goods fair and square in a game of bones?”[/color] And a couple of actual bone cracking too, but, hey, details. [color=C2B4A7]“Not my fault your lackeys ain’t up to snuff.”[/color]

He stifled a yawn and started perusing the menu while the Syndicate clowns prattled on about consequences, debts, and whatever else these thugs loved to babble about. [i]Blah, blah, blah.[/i] When the chatter dragged on longer than his patience, he gestured for them to hurry it up. 

Truth be told, he wasn’t paying much attention and it didn’t really matter what they were actually saying either. It all boiled down to whether they’d be trading lead or not.

Whichever way this little meeting went, Vasco still wanted a drink. So he flagged down the bartender and ordered himself a beer. 

When Zarnak decided to get frisky with a blade to his neck, he didn’t flinch. Vasco just gave the shiny steel a once-over. [color=C2B4A7]“Done? Swell.”[/color] He tossed a look at Rowan. [color=C2B4A7]“It’s up to you what you wanna do, pal.”[/color]

Without another word, Vasco grabbed the back of Zarnak’s head and pulled him in close. He planted one right on his kisser. A real slobberknocker of a kiss that left her face a picture. Grinning like the cat that got the cream, Vasco danced out of reach, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.[/color]