[Silice!]
Ugh, she was sick of all the drunk skunks that showed up for training. As if they didn’t have anything better to do with their time. Sure, it was understandable that they might get a little overwhelmed with the entire process. But if they weren’t careful, one minor mark against them could have them shipped off to Thanatos to be a little testing monkey for them! And Gavrian would have no sympathy for any fool that could not handle walking two steps in front of them because they were still drunk from the night before!
Oh, she wished she didn’t have to deal with stupid candidates. And that was why she more than relished her time alone, even if it did get boring sometimes. Of course, ideally, she’d much rather be on a mission than hanging around Haviah like some of the hobos she saw lingering EVERYWHERE.
Gavrian looked at the men gawking at her, half of them high or drunk out of their minds, and she audibly scoffed. She made a left and walked into the building nearest her, a bar. Maybe she wasn’t into the bar scene, but it was quiet and at least here she could mull her thoughts without being bothered, and get a hot meal. A nice sandwich! Yes, that would set her nerves.
She took her meal from the counter and walked over to a nice cozy corner. Hard music played in the background and most people seemed content to mind their own business. Good, this was nice. This was better. It was better than drinking water since that was all she had all morning and afternoon.
She actually smiled - not that she’d ever let people see it! - to herself and mulled over the events of the morning. Whipping trainees into shape did have some small rewards, when they actually listened, and made progress. In fact, some –-
Gavrian’s eyes flickered to the door, as a small group of men came into the bar. "Today’'s the day Barney!" the first man said. His mohawk was green and black, and the shaved sides of either side of his head were tattooed in obscene shapes. The cut off sleeves of his jacket were splayed and tattered and studs ran down his back in a zig-zag shape. The others in lieu of him were also as tattered and mean looking as this guy was, but his height, stance, and the fact that he was in front of the rest of them clearly indicated he was the leader of his ratpack.
The bartender stepped back, putting his hands up. "Aw shit, Skav, not this again!"
Skav knocked on the glass counter with a fist and gave Barney a toothy smile. “I'm afraid it is, old pal. You better pay up if you know what’'s good for ya.”
"For what!? Protection money my ass! The only people I need protection from is you!”
"Listen here, dumb fuck. You're gonna give us that money unless you want a little incident like last week to happen again. And if you ain't got it, we can just be on our merry little way. No need to fuss about the whole deal. I’m a business man, I can understand."
Barney looked like he believed the man. He even relaxed his shoulders a little and didn’t know which thug he ought to focus his eyes on first. “You mean that?"
“As honest as my mother’s name’s Rylin,” Skav said, putting his hand up.
Barney sighed. “I ain’t got it, Skav. Everybody goes to Syn! Nobody comes into this dump!”
“For fuck's sake, Barney! Good thing my mother’s name is really Demi!” And his fist came smashing into the bartender’s face.
