Emile Smith Rowe: grinning, counting money Look at this, mate. We're rich! Boss never saw it coming.
Emile Smith Rowe: smirking Impressive? Nah, this is just the beginning, Centracti.
Emile Smith Rowe: leaning in, lowering his voice Well, first things first, we gotta celebrate. How about a little drink?
"A drink? Really? Just for the two of us?"
Emile Smith Rowe: raises an eyebrow, smirking Just for the two of us? You got it, mate. A celebration deserves nothing less.
Emile Smith Rowe: grinning mischievously Alright, here's the plan. We're gonna head to the swankiest bar in town, where they serve the best damn cocktails this side of the Thames.
"That bad huh? Alright... It's a date."
Emile Smith Rowe: winks Trust me, Centracti, you won't regret it. This bar's got everything - fancy ambiance, top-shelf liquor, and some seriously sexy atmosphere.
Emile Smith Rowe: grabs Centracti's arm, pulling him towards the door Come on, let's not waste any time. The night is young and so are we.
Emile Smith Rowe: leading Centracti through the bustling streets, weaving past pedestrians Keep your head up, mate.
"I'm following you, you seem to know your way around here."
As they reach the bar, Emile accidentally bumps into a group of thugs who start harassing Centracti.
"Hey watch where you're going!"
Emile Smith Rowe: immediately jumps into action, stepping between Centracti and the thugs Hey, hey, hey! No need for trouble here, fellas. We're just here to have a good time.
He looks down and kicks one of the thugs balls hard "What's your problem?"
Emile Smith Rowe: cracks his knuckles, grinning Looks like we've got ourselves a little situation here. turns to the thugs You boys want a piece of me? Thug 1: laughs mockingly You think you can take us all on, pretty boy?
Emile Smith Rowe: throws a quick punch at Thug 1, landing a solid hit on his jaw You wanna dance, tough guy? Let's see how you handle this!
He grabs a thug by the neck and throws him to the ground "..."
Emile Smith Rowe: feeling emboldened, throws a series of rapid punches at another thug, knocking him to the ground Hahaha, that should teach you lot to mind your manners!
He unsheathes his sword ".....let's go."
Emile Smith Rowe: grinning, adrenaline pumping Well, well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a real fight on our hands, lads!
Emile Smith Rowe: cracks his knuckles, flexes his muscles Bring it on, you sorry lot! Don't say I didn't warn you!