Post by Xavier Darnai on Feb 10, 2014 3:55:07 GMT
Xavier Darnai: After the big game in the States, the degenerate gamblers cleared out faster than apparently the wild horses dropped their shorts and turned around to be taken from behind. The black market meeting place was once again the quiet and respectable bistro, no longer filled with bookies and junkies and drunks. Just one drunk. Sitting at his typical table in the corner, his suit sleeves already rolled up to his elbows and exposing the fully wrapped left arm, he had a cigarette in his lips with a crumpled pack sitting next to the ash tray on the table in front of him. In his left was a nice tumbler filled with the Auchentoshan Triple Wood, slowly stirring it around while he thought about the evening's events and the rest of the business he still had to take care of. Maggie's supplies were low, Hex was in Italy, Callie was going to be leaving for Australia in a week or she was never going to speak to him again. A new proxy may need to be cultivated. Perhaps now that word was coming back from the Czech Republic, some resources would be freeing up.
Sean ColIins: ::The guy had a beard that made hardened lumberjacks jealous. Blonde with a tinge of red, the tall, svelt blue-eyed man was clad merely in a pair of old blue jeans, a black knit cap, worn black combat boots, a black leather jacket, and a grey sweater that was just worn enough to catch a glimpse of either very pale skin or a white t-shirt beneath it. He sat down at the bar and scratched his nose with a hand that looked like it had never heard the word "manicure," thin, black lines of dirt stuck beneath them.:: Dobrý vecer! Mám žízen. Vodka?
Xavier Darnai: Catching the accent at the bar off and to the side, he raised a brow and tilted enough to look down the recessed hallway. Looked to be that something more was coming back from the Czech Republic than just word. Pinning the cigarette between his lips, he took the bottle in his right and gave Natasha a quick directional with his left towards the mud-slung soldier sitting at the bar. The thin blonde woman gave a nod, and Xavier moved to the bar and took a seat beside the man. Setting the bottle down, he tilted the glass back and glanced sidewards at the man. "Nikdy nevite, co na to rict vu techto neprijemnych chvilich." There was a quarter smirk as he lowered the glass to the bar, following with his elbows in a forward lean.
Sean ColIins: Mužeš? I mean...Sorry...I really just want to make sure we're on the same page right now. Am I getting some vodka or what?
Xavier Darnai: "Yes, and it's on mine." When the man behind the bar set the glass down, Xavier picked up his own and clinked the bottom of his Scotch against the vodka. "Do posledniho zaberu. And welcome back, while we're at it." Bringing the glass up again for another sip he looked to Collins once more. "I know this place'll take all sorts with dirty reputations, but I don't think they've got anything against the idea of a shave'n shower."
Sean ColIins: Dekuji, ::he clinked glasses and downed the vodka, gave the tiniest of hisses through his teeth, and set his glass back down for a refill:: And I'm playing a part. I'm not special. I'm not noticable. I'm unimportant. Therefore people aren't hesitant to say things around me. It's like...::He thought about it:: It's like holding a meeting at an all you can eat Chinese buffet, right? Everyone there, outside of that meeting, is totally focused on the buffet refills, not whatever the fuck the people in the meeting are saying. I'm like the fat guy a table away at that buffet. No one cares what I hear because they think I'm not listening. I'm focused on getting stupid drunk and grabbing ass at the waitress. But I'm getting and feeding the right info, yeah?
Xavier Darnai: It was a trait he could admire out of the man, that was certainly true; he thought outside of the box. "Quite, and it's been impressive. Only one other person I think I could've trusted the request to, I'm just glad you've got no love for drug pushing Russians." The game was the game, and no one in the Belyi needed to worry about what they said; the Petranovics made that very clear. As long as you were quiet about it, you could believe no one else was listening. Especially them. "The Vory're all but done here for the time being."
Sean ColIins: Had a feeling that'd be the case. Don't suppose that means my job's done here for the moment? I can skeedattle on home, have a proper pint, kiss the missus and sleep in my own bed, does it?
Xavier Darnai: He nodded, taking another sip of the Scotch and setting the glass down. "I'm certain she'd rather see you shaved and showered first as well, mate. Ripe'd be a kind way to put it, I imagine." Glancing to the man behind the bar, the sturdy looking Russian could only mildly nod in agreement. "I'll cover a plate for you if you need to eat first."
Sean ColIins: I eat just fine, thank you for your concern, though...actually if you have something that isn't a godawful fish stew of some kind? I could maybe do a plate of that Pretty much anything but shit fish stew.
Xavier Darnai: "Best befstroganov I've had out've Moscow. Yuri does this thing with the steak that I couldn't begin to hope to replicate." Nodding to the man behind the bar, he pressed a button and the waitress came along in short order. "Odin befstroganov, pozhaluysta." Spinning the glass around once on the bar top, he looked to Sean again. "Rylee's been well from what I've seen." He hadn't spoke with her personally, but it shouldn't have been a surprise that he made sure she was safe, especially considering he'd been the reason Sean hadn't been around.
Sean ColIins: Good. I'm glad to hear it. I...I told her I had to go on assignment and I'd be out of communication for a little bit. Didn't think it'd be this long, but it's undercover work and she knows that sometimes that's how it works. Or doesn't work. Didn't get any time to tell anyone else about it, though. Snake knows, obviously, but...pretty much everyone else is in the dark. Kinda feel bad about it, to be honest.
Xavier Darnai: Nodding, he picked up the glass of Scotch and took a sip. It would have truly been a shock if Snake hadn't been aware. "Next time we're both at the Gator, I've got a glass to pour you as an added thanks. Might not fix all of it, in fact I'm certain it can't. I know what it's like, being away for so long without so much as a word." Both brows went up once as he looked down into his glass. "Couldn't say that it ever gets easier, really, but it takes a very unique woman to put up with it for any length at all. If she's put up with it so far without more than the sense of longing coming in to play it's a safe bet that she'll never let anything worse into the mix."
Sean ColIins: We've just...trusted one another. To do the right thing. Whatever that may be? I don't know. Hard to...hard to explain but I have a feeling you've an idea what I'm talking about.
Xavier Darnai: "Trust's a dangerous word, mate." For the second time tonight. "There's next to no one I trust to do anything, I prefer to know. It's a good bet that you know Rylee's not going to do anything, and she knows you won't either. If that's true, then yes, I know exactly what you're talking about." Tilting his glass in salute as the blonde came back with the plate of spiced gravy covered butter noodles tangled around marinated steak, Xavier reached for a nearby ash tray and snuffed the cigarette out. "Something tells me that's the case. Which leaves me with another piece of advice."
Sean ColIins: What's that? ::Sean barely remembered he wasn't going to need to play a role here right now...nearly shoved that food into his face with his hands and slurping sounds. Or maybe he was just that hungry. All the same, he used a fork and ate like a human, although some sauce was going to get stuck in his beard. He'd use a napkin on it::
Xavier Darnai: "There's never going to be a perfect moment to ask. There's never going to be the proper sunset, the right bridge, the best view of the world you could possibly imagine that'll make everything some magical bloody romance. The only piece you need for all of it is the girl. It won't matter where you are or what's going on, the most important gesture in all of it is that you're asking her." It was a safe assumption that no one thought Xavier was capable of being romantic in any stretch of the idea, but he had learned to read people. Even if he didn't share their sentiment, he had educated himself on why their sentiment was important to them.
Sean ColIins: Yeah. Part of me ::he had a bite and chewed thoughtfully:: Part of me thinks she wants some awesome romantic comedy gesture thing...all of me knows she deserves something like that...The realist in me knows I'm going to just get killed in a few years so why put her through all of that, get her labeled a widow, officially, yanno? Unless I retire, I mean, and that...that's not going to happen.
Xavier Darnai: "She wants you to ask her." Draining off the glass, he picked up the bottle and poured a perfectly measured double before setting it back down on the bar again. "Rylee's a soldier, and she knows the risks. She knows what you do and she's along for the ride regardless." Taking the glass in his left, swirling it around as he vaguely watched Collins eat like a frat boy, he brought it up to his nose for a sniff to help mask the would-be vagrant's scent. "She knows you may die someday, and even with all've that, she'd rather be your widow than the girl that was dating you when you took your last shot."
Sean ColIins: And she's told you all of this? ::trying his very, very best not to slurp noodles and beef and get any sauce in his beard and then also dab away what sauce he did get into his beard:: Because everyone is all "marry Rylee. Seriously, ask Rylee to marry you" for, like, at least a year...but...::He paused:: Sorry. I thought I'd have a "but" to interject. I don't.
Xavier Darnai: "It'd make me a liar to say she's explicitly said that's what she wants." That isn't what would do it, really. That ship sailed years ago. "But it'd make me an idiot if I couldn't see it. The rest've'em might've said it because they think it's adorable. I don't give a shite if it's cute're not. I'm telling you because I can see in you that you want it to be true and think that it's not, and that if it wasn't true she wouldn't still be waiting about for you to get off've your ass'n ask."
Sean ColIins: Which is all well and good right now, but what happens in a coupla decades? When Snake 'n' Tommy retire or, heaven forbid, die, and I'm the head of this centuries old clan of ninja and we have to stay up in the mountains of Tibet or probably by that point we'll be back in Kyoto, but I'm still expected to...lead a fucking clan of ninja? And she's my trophy wife. Or whatever. Don't think that'll sit well with her. Or we'll just cross that bridge when we get to it...cause I'm gonna ask anyway.
Xavier Darnai: "What makes you think she's going to ever be your trophy wife." Resting his elbows against the bar, he shook his head and stared at his Scotch for a moment. "I've been married for... a... long time. I don't remember what our anniversary is. We don't sit down for supper every night. It's been a month since we were last in the same country at the same time and nearly five since we've shared a bed together." Lowering the glass again, he looked to Sean. "But if I take out my phone right now and call, she will answer, and she will be my wife, and she will feel the same way about me now that she did when we first married. You're going to have that with Rylee, Sean. She will always be yours, but only if you tell her you want her to be. Won't matter how long the two've you're apart, or how far."
Sean ColIins: That's all well and good to say, Xav. ::He finished his plate, wiped his mouth and beard, then put the napkin on the plate and pushed it slightly away, washed it down with a swallow of water:: That was delicious, by the way, thank you. But anyway, what you say is all well and good, to say, but first...she must pass the trials of the Oninakugari. It's not an actual word, or even a thing, really. It's just a Japanese sounding word I made up as a last ditch effort of excuses. Because I know you're right.
Xavier Darnai: "My Japanese's rusty, but it's not that bloody rusty." The fact that Collins was to his left, which was currently holding a glass of Scotch, might have been the only thing that prevented him from getting slapped across the back of the head for it. "It's natural to be hesitant. You don't want to see her hurt, and you know you don't want her to see you hurt. Admirable as that might be, she signed up for it while the both've you were working clandestine operations, and just because she isn't currently doesn't mean she won't be in the future."
Sean ColIins: It's also my sincere hope she won't be in the future, but that's more than a bit hypocritical considering I plan to be for at least the very near future. Hopefully in better clothes next time, but, all the same...
Xavier Darnai: "Well, I'll have some work in Sudan coming up if you're interested. Tactical layout, not so deep." Lifting the glass again, he took another sip of the amber liquid with closed eyes. The corners of his lips pulled back a bit from the added burn of the larger drink. Swallowing it down, he lowered the glass to the bar, resting an edge on it as he spun it around slowly like a gyroscope. "Small operation, all action. Acquisitions."
Sean ColIins: I like tactical. Tactical I can do with me eyes closed. Have, in fact, so to speak, but...anyway...Yeah. Color me interested.
Xavier Darnai: "I'll have the details for you soon enough. You'll be working with a few others in the network." Straightening up a bit, he continued to toy with the nearly empty glass. "With the Vory out of the game, there's a hope of setting up a land based pipeline through north Africa. The longer it stays chaotic and lousy with problems, the better. Unless you have news for me on Ivar that you might have picked up while you were in the area, he appears to still be missing, which means that the business in that area isn't likely to stay put if there's a better path near by. I know that the only thing preventing most of it going through China is the trouble the Triads are having keeping their weapons stocked, and Japan is out because the Yakuza ended up in a turf war on the West Coast of the States." His brows lift as he explained, eyes closing as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
Sean ColIins: Yeah...Ivar's layin' lower than a legless salamandar at a Florida python pizza place. I can ask Jinx to put in some pressure on her contacts in the Triads to see if they hear anything at all. ::At least the Yakuza were totally out of the thing, though. A three-sided war was never, ever fun.:: For now, though, I would love to get into a stateside hotel, shower, shave, get a wardrobe change, and check out a different person entirely. Thanks for the eats, Xav. I'll see you 'round about home soon. ::Collins stood, pushing away from the bar::
Xavier Darnai: "The world thanks you for the shower, I'm sure. If you don't mind delaying the flight until morning, I have a plane at the airport heading for New York. It'll have amenities to get you back to being yourself again." Giving the man a nod, he swept up his glass and finished off the Scotch, turning it over and setting it rim down on the bar top before he signaled for the check.
Sean ColIins: I don't mind doing that at all.
Xavier Darnai: "Use the service entry, tell them you're with Alexandra Mikos' crew."
Sean ColIins: Alexandra Mikos. Got it. Don't leave without me, now.
Xavier Darnai: "It won't."
Sean ColIins: ::Collins gave a salute, of sorts, and swiveled to head out, turning up the collar of his coat to fight the wind. He had to get back to his...base of operations...where he kept most of his gear, so he could pack up:: Dobrou noc! ::And out he slipped::
Xavier Darnai: "Az priste." The salute was returned before Collins could get around the corner, and once he was gone he turned his attention to the man behind the bar. A few bills were laid out on the bar and he straightened up before stepping away himself.
Sean ColIins: ::The guy had a beard that made hardened lumberjacks jealous. Blonde with a tinge of red, the tall, svelt blue-eyed man was clad merely in a pair of old blue jeans, a black knit cap, worn black combat boots, a black leather jacket, and a grey sweater that was just worn enough to catch a glimpse of either very pale skin or a white t-shirt beneath it. He sat down at the bar and scratched his nose with a hand that looked like it had never heard the word "manicure," thin, black lines of dirt stuck beneath them.:: Dobrý vecer! Mám žízen. Vodka?
Xavier Darnai: Catching the accent at the bar off and to the side, he raised a brow and tilted enough to look down the recessed hallway. Looked to be that something more was coming back from the Czech Republic than just word. Pinning the cigarette between his lips, he took the bottle in his right and gave Natasha a quick directional with his left towards the mud-slung soldier sitting at the bar. The thin blonde woman gave a nod, and Xavier moved to the bar and took a seat beside the man. Setting the bottle down, he tilted the glass back and glanced sidewards at the man. "Nikdy nevite, co na to rict vu techto neprijemnych chvilich." There was a quarter smirk as he lowered the glass to the bar, following with his elbows in a forward lean.
Sean ColIins: Mužeš? I mean...Sorry...I really just want to make sure we're on the same page right now. Am I getting some vodka or what?
Xavier Darnai: "Yes, and it's on mine." When the man behind the bar set the glass down, Xavier picked up his own and clinked the bottom of his Scotch against the vodka. "Do posledniho zaberu. And welcome back, while we're at it." Bringing the glass up again for another sip he looked to Collins once more. "I know this place'll take all sorts with dirty reputations, but I don't think they've got anything against the idea of a shave'n shower."
Sean ColIins: Dekuji, ::he clinked glasses and downed the vodka, gave the tiniest of hisses through his teeth, and set his glass back down for a refill:: And I'm playing a part. I'm not special. I'm not noticable. I'm unimportant. Therefore people aren't hesitant to say things around me. It's like...::He thought about it:: It's like holding a meeting at an all you can eat Chinese buffet, right? Everyone there, outside of that meeting, is totally focused on the buffet refills, not whatever the fuck the people in the meeting are saying. I'm like the fat guy a table away at that buffet. No one cares what I hear because they think I'm not listening. I'm focused on getting stupid drunk and grabbing ass at the waitress. But I'm getting and feeding the right info, yeah?
Xavier Darnai: It was a trait he could admire out of the man, that was certainly true; he thought outside of the box. "Quite, and it's been impressive. Only one other person I think I could've trusted the request to, I'm just glad you've got no love for drug pushing Russians." The game was the game, and no one in the Belyi needed to worry about what they said; the Petranovics made that very clear. As long as you were quiet about it, you could believe no one else was listening. Especially them. "The Vory're all but done here for the time being."
Sean ColIins: Had a feeling that'd be the case. Don't suppose that means my job's done here for the moment? I can skeedattle on home, have a proper pint, kiss the missus and sleep in my own bed, does it?
Xavier Darnai: He nodded, taking another sip of the Scotch and setting the glass down. "I'm certain she'd rather see you shaved and showered first as well, mate. Ripe'd be a kind way to put it, I imagine." Glancing to the man behind the bar, the sturdy looking Russian could only mildly nod in agreement. "I'll cover a plate for you if you need to eat first."
Sean ColIins: I eat just fine, thank you for your concern, though...actually if you have something that isn't a godawful fish stew of some kind? I could maybe do a plate of that Pretty much anything but shit fish stew.
Xavier Darnai: "Best befstroganov I've had out've Moscow. Yuri does this thing with the steak that I couldn't begin to hope to replicate." Nodding to the man behind the bar, he pressed a button and the waitress came along in short order. "Odin befstroganov, pozhaluysta." Spinning the glass around once on the bar top, he looked to Sean again. "Rylee's been well from what I've seen." He hadn't spoke with her personally, but it shouldn't have been a surprise that he made sure she was safe, especially considering he'd been the reason Sean hadn't been around.
Sean ColIins: Good. I'm glad to hear it. I...I told her I had to go on assignment and I'd be out of communication for a little bit. Didn't think it'd be this long, but it's undercover work and she knows that sometimes that's how it works. Or doesn't work. Didn't get any time to tell anyone else about it, though. Snake knows, obviously, but...pretty much everyone else is in the dark. Kinda feel bad about it, to be honest.
Xavier Darnai: Nodding, he picked up the glass of Scotch and took a sip. It would have truly been a shock if Snake hadn't been aware. "Next time we're both at the Gator, I've got a glass to pour you as an added thanks. Might not fix all of it, in fact I'm certain it can't. I know what it's like, being away for so long without so much as a word." Both brows went up once as he looked down into his glass. "Couldn't say that it ever gets easier, really, but it takes a very unique woman to put up with it for any length at all. If she's put up with it so far without more than the sense of longing coming in to play it's a safe bet that she'll never let anything worse into the mix."
Sean ColIins: We've just...trusted one another. To do the right thing. Whatever that may be? I don't know. Hard to...hard to explain but I have a feeling you've an idea what I'm talking about.
Xavier Darnai: "Trust's a dangerous word, mate." For the second time tonight. "There's next to no one I trust to do anything, I prefer to know. It's a good bet that you know Rylee's not going to do anything, and she knows you won't either. If that's true, then yes, I know exactly what you're talking about." Tilting his glass in salute as the blonde came back with the plate of spiced gravy covered butter noodles tangled around marinated steak, Xavier reached for a nearby ash tray and snuffed the cigarette out. "Something tells me that's the case. Which leaves me with another piece of advice."
Sean ColIins: What's that? ::Sean barely remembered he wasn't going to need to play a role here right now...nearly shoved that food into his face with his hands and slurping sounds. Or maybe he was just that hungry. All the same, he used a fork and ate like a human, although some sauce was going to get stuck in his beard. He'd use a napkin on it::
Xavier Darnai: "There's never going to be a perfect moment to ask. There's never going to be the proper sunset, the right bridge, the best view of the world you could possibly imagine that'll make everything some magical bloody romance. The only piece you need for all of it is the girl. It won't matter where you are or what's going on, the most important gesture in all of it is that you're asking her." It was a safe assumption that no one thought Xavier was capable of being romantic in any stretch of the idea, but he had learned to read people. Even if he didn't share their sentiment, he had educated himself on why their sentiment was important to them.
Sean ColIins: Yeah. Part of me ::he had a bite and chewed thoughtfully:: Part of me thinks she wants some awesome romantic comedy gesture thing...all of me knows she deserves something like that...The realist in me knows I'm going to just get killed in a few years so why put her through all of that, get her labeled a widow, officially, yanno? Unless I retire, I mean, and that...that's not going to happen.
Xavier Darnai: "She wants you to ask her." Draining off the glass, he picked up the bottle and poured a perfectly measured double before setting it back down on the bar again. "Rylee's a soldier, and she knows the risks. She knows what you do and she's along for the ride regardless." Taking the glass in his left, swirling it around as he vaguely watched Collins eat like a frat boy, he brought it up to his nose for a sniff to help mask the would-be vagrant's scent. "She knows you may die someday, and even with all've that, she'd rather be your widow than the girl that was dating you when you took your last shot."
Sean ColIins: And she's told you all of this? ::trying his very, very best not to slurp noodles and beef and get any sauce in his beard and then also dab away what sauce he did get into his beard:: Because everyone is all "marry Rylee. Seriously, ask Rylee to marry you" for, like, at least a year...but...::He paused:: Sorry. I thought I'd have a "but" to interject. I don't.
Xavier Darnai: "It'd make me a liar to say she's explicitly said that's what she wants." That isn't what would do it, really. That ship sailed years ago. "But it'd make me an idiot if I couldn't see it. The rest've'em might've said it because they think it's adorable. I don't give a shite if it's cute're not. I'm telling you because I can see in you that you want it to be true and think that it's not, and that if it wasn't true she wouldn't still be waiting about for you to get off've your ass'n ask."
Sean ColIins: Which is all well and good right now, but what happens in a coupla decades? When Snake 'n' Tommy retire or, heaven forbid, die, and I'm the head of this centuries old clan of ninja and we have to stay up in the mountains of Tibet or probably by that point we'll be back in Kyoto, but I'm still expected to...lead a fucking clan of ninja? And she's my trophy wife. Or whatever. Don't think that'll sit well with her. Or we'll just cross that bridge when we get to it...cause I'm gonna ask anyway.
Xavier Darnai: "What makes you think she's going to ever be your trophy wife." Resting his elbows against the bar, he shook his head and stared at his Scotch for a moment. "I've been married for... a... long time. I don't remember what our anniversary is. We don't sit down for supper every night. It's been a month since we were last in the same country at the same time and nearly five since we've shared a bed together." Lowering the glass again, he looked to Sean. "But if I take out my phone right now and call, she will answer, and she will be my wife, and she will feel the same way about me now that she did when we first married. You're going to have that with Rylee, Sean. She will always be yours, but only if you tell her you want her to be. Won't matter how long the two've you're apart, or how far."
Sean ColIins: That's all well and good to say, Xav. ::He finished his plate, wiped his mouth and beard, then put the napkin on the plate and pushed it slightly away, washed it down with a swallow of water:: That was delicious, by the way, thank you. But anyway, what you say is all well and good, to say, but first...she must pass the trials of the Oninakugari. It's not an actual word, or even a thing, really. It's just a Japanese sounding word I made up as a last ditch effort of excuses. Because I know you're right.
Xavier Darnai: "My Japanese's rusty, but it's not that bloody rusty." The fact that Collins was to his left, which was currently holding a glass of Scotch, might have been the only thing that prevented him from getting slapped across the back of the head for it. "It's natural to be hesitant. You don't want to see her hurt, and you know you don't want her to see you hurt. Admirable as that might be, she signed up for it while the both've you were working clandestine operations, and just because she isn't currently doesn't mean she won't be in the future."
Sean ColIins: It's also my sincere hope she won't be in the future, but that's more than a bit hypocritical considering I plan to be for at least the very near future. Hopefully in better clothes next time, but, all the same...
Xavier Darnai: "Well, I'll have some work in Sudan coming up if you're interested. Tactical layout, not so deep." Lifting the glass again, he took another sip of the amber liquid with closed eyes. The corners of his lips pulled back a bit from the added burn of the larger drink. Swallowing it down, he lowered the glass to the bar, resting an edge on it as he spun it around slowly like a gyroscope. "Small operation, all action. Acquisitions."
Sean ColIins: I like tactical. Tactical I can do with me eyes closed. Have, in fact, so to speak, but...anyway...Yeah. Color me interested.
Xavier Darnai: "I'll have the details for you soon enough. You'll be working with a few others in the network." Straightening up a bit, he continued to toy with the nearly empty glass. "With the Vory out of the game, there's a hope of setting up a land based pipeline through north Africa. The longer it stays chaotic and lousy with problems, the better. Unless you have news for me on Ivar that you might have picked up while you were in the area, he appears to still be missing, which means that the business in that area isn't likely to stay put if there's a better path near by. I know that the only thing preventing most of it going through China is the trouble the Triads are having keeping their weapons stocked, and Japan is out because the Yakuza ended up in a turf war on the West Coast of the States." His brows lift as he explained, eyes closing as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
Sean ColIins: Yeah...Ivar's layin' lower than a legless salamandar at a Florida python pizza place. I can ask Jinx to put in some pressure on her contacts in the Triads to see if they hear anything at all. ::At least the Yakuza were totally out of the thing, though. A three-sided war was never, ever fun.:: For now, though, I would love to get into a stateside hotel, shower, shave, get a wardrobe change, and check out a different person entirely. Thanks for the eats, Xav. I'll see you 'round about home soon. ::Collins stood, pushing away from the bar::
Xavier Darnai: "The world thanks you for the shower, I'm sure. If you don't mind delaying the flight until morning, I have a plane at the airport heading for New York. It'll have amenities to get you back to being yourself again." Giving the man a nod, he swept up his glass and finished off the Scotch, turning it over and setting it rim down on the bar top before he signaled for the check.
Sean ColIins: I don't mind doing that at all.
Xavier Darnai: "Use the service entry, tell them you're with Alexandra Mikos' crew."
Sean ColIins: Alexandra Mikos. Got it. Don't leave without me, now.
Xavier Darnai: "It won't."
Sean ColIins: ::Collins gave a salute, of sorts, and swiveled to head out, turning up the collar of his coat to fight the wind. He had to get back to his...base of operations...where he kept most of his gear, so he could pack up:: Dobrou noc! ::And out he slipped::
Xavier Darnai: "Az priste." The salute was returned before Collins could get around the corner, and once he was gone he turned his attention to the man behind the bar. A few bills were laid out on the bar and he straightened up before stepping away himself.
