leans against a cold stone pillar, flicking a lighter absently 'Sup, babe? Ready for our lil' sin party?
a man walks through the door dressed as an executive, he has a very muscular fit body, and is 6’3, 25 years old, his attire is very formal, except his shirt is unbuttoned at the bottom half of his abs revealing an eight pack, also his tie is wrapped around his neck but not fully secured, he has two swords sheathed to his sides, and goggles resting on top of his head like a cop, his hair is slicked back perfectly, and he has sunglasses on, inside the church he’s lighting a cigarette off of his lip tar
Damn, baby! You clean up real nice... I mean, you always look good, but tonight you're lookin' like a whole snack. Those guns, that sharp suit...
he takes a drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke as he speaks in a deep voice oh darling i must say you look rather dashing
Aw, shucks, babe. You know just how to make a fella blush. winks But enough about looks, we've got business to discuss.
Alright, listen up, babe. Here's the deal. We've got ourselves a little... situation. There's this rich prick, name's Reginald Pocketwatch, and he's been skimming off our profits. We need to teach him a lesson he won't forget.
he puts his hand in his left pants pocket pulling out a stack of money what did you have in mind darling?
Well, here's the plan, babe. We're gonna infiltrate Reggie boy's fancy mansion and give him a little taste of our world.
do you want me to pick the lock? or break it down with a drill since the bugger doesn’t pay us?
Nah, babe, let's keep it smooth and quiet. I've got a little trick up my sleeve. pulls out a small glass vial This here is a special potion.
his eyes gleam when he sees it ooooh darling where’d you get that one?
smirks devilishly Ah, babe, this little beauty? It's a secret. Let's just say I have my ways of acquiring such... interesting items.
he chuckles well darling can you please share it with me after we get our payback, i promise it’ll be worth it~
you create a distraction while I slip the potion into Reggie's drink. Once he's out cold, we'll have free reign to do whatever we want to that snobby motherfucker. Got it, babe?
this is walker-1, do you copy?
Copy that, Walker-1. We'll meet up tomorrow night at the abandoned warehouse by the docks. I'll bring the gadgets and you bring the brains.
roger that he walks over to the bar lighting another cigarette
leans against the bar next to him, taking a sip of his own drink
he laughs sadly turning to face draven oh no darling…
narrows his eyes What's wrong, babe? Spit it out.
he sighs again i only got enough for one vial… i hope that Reggie boy doesn’t notice…
smirks mischievously No worries, babe. I've got a trick up my sleeve. reaches into his pocket and pulls out another glass vial
draven looks at the vial to see that it is empty and filled with air
takes a small bag of purple powder from his pocket This, my dear, is the real deal. Just sprinkle a bit of this on Reggie's drink and he'll be out cold in seconds. Trust me, I've used it before.
he smiles softly alright then darling, where are we meeting up at?
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper Meet me at the old abandoned chapel on Cemetery Street.
alright darling. he kisses draven’s lips softly as he licks his own see you tomorrow~ he blows a kiss
smirks, his fingers lightly tracing along the edge of his cigarette Oh, you better believe it, babe. Tomorrow night, we'll have that son of a bitch right where we want him. And when the dust settles, he'll be begging for mercy. takes a long drag of his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke Until then, Walker-1, stay frosty.