[Date: Sunday, January 29th. Time: 9:00 p.m.] [Location: Podgorica, Tanigia, Former Capitol of Montenegro] [Almost a week since the meeting at Kovren, you've flown and/or driven to various places in Southern Tanigia. Alysha secured three more contracts, the last being a couple hours ago.] [No further attempts have been made on Alysha's life. Yay?] [Anywho, you've arrived in Podgorica, the largest city in Southern Tanigia for a day or two before moving on.] [You're in the hotel lobby, a fance gold-painted atrium with huge mirrors, marble columns and a bright red carpet. Alysha's just picked up keys for 3 rooms (you know who you're rooming with by now, I hope) and handed them out.] [Start!] ( Everyone goes to bed. End! ) * Montana has a key. Sweet! Who is he rooming with again? (I've had to swap off betwixt the three men.) (Oh Brett, we have themes for Montana and Nigel now!) [Alysha's grinning madly. "So, we've had a pretty successful week! Normally these take longer, but my predecessor already had some deals set up. Just had to close them.\"] ( Montana's is the Indiana Jones theme and Nigel's is the Torchwood theme? ) (Not quite!) (Tempting, though, gotta say.) * Sonia blows a bubble, pops it. "As long as the money comes through. Then it's successful." Hard to argue with success. How much longer are we staying in the area, if you don't mind me askin'? [Alysha, by the way, is wearing clothes pretty typical of girls her age: a sleeveless white T-shirt and some black, tight-fitting one-legged pants. And boots with heels.] ["A few more days, while HQ finishes the paper work for some deals I've arranged in the northern part of the country."] (I'm not sure that's what I'd call 'typical war zone clothing'.) (One legged pants?) ( It's not. But you're not in the warzone right now :P ) ( One-legged pants, the rage in 2102! ) (Dang! So what happens to the other leg?) ( It's bare :P ) (Of course.) (I suppose it's more like a one-legged pant at that point.) ( Pants does imply a certain plurality ) (Sonia is rooming with Gordon tonight! What can go wrong!) * Sonia takes her key and looks over her sunglasses at Alysha. "And then we go north?" [She nods, "More towards where the fighting is. Won't that be fun?"] * Nigel takes a key and flops into a chair. "At least I can't say this job is boring." [Alysha chuckles. Then she looks at everyone and claps her hands together. "So! I'm in the mood to celebrate. Who wants to go get drunk?"] * Montana raises an eyebrow, then says, "I dunno about blasted, but I'm open to a few drinks." [Gordo and Shiho, who look exhausted for some reason, immediately head for their rooms. Alysha pouts after them. "Spoilsports."] * Sonia smiles slightly, then says, "I'm a transporter, luv, not a front liner." She stretches one arm noiselessly, pressing on it with the other, then nods with a slight smile. "If we gotta sit still, might as well put your bare leg to use." * Nigel shrugs. "I could go for a drink." [Alysha grins. "Excellent. I saw a bar on the way in."] ( FF? :P ) (Sure!) [You teleport to a bar! Actually you just walk there. It's dark, but loud. People are watching a soccer game. War hasn't stopped soccer.] (We call it 'football'.) (True story) [This being Europe, there's people around Alysha's age here. And yes, some of the girls are also wearing one-legged pants. Mostly the younger ones.] (Also, who is playing?) [Not so many people with dark skin, though. Sonia and Alysha stand out.] ( Tanigian district #1 vs. Tanigian district #2 :P ) (Ah. Okay) (Some local clubs!) ( One is yellow and blue, the other is white and purple. ) * Nigel heads up to the bar. "Gin, if you would please, on the rocks." His eyes wander up to the television. [Alysha takes a seat at the bar, where she's promptly served by a rather handsome bartender in his late 30s. She orders rakija, a Montenegrin type of brandy. ( I LOOKED THAT UP!!! :X ) * Sonia is in her hoodie and jeans, and she pushes her hood down to reveal the rainbow dreads with a slight sigh. She leans on the bar and says, to the handsome barguy, "Sea breeze." [Shortly, you all get drinks! Except maybe Montana. (Wow, looking up rajika now - that stuff looks nasty. XD) (Alysha is soooo getting drunk.) (80% alcohol and tastes like kerosene!) [Alysha takes a big gulp, grinning. "Mmm. Can't get stuff like this anywhere else."] * Sonia squints over at the girl as she holds the girliest drink of the crew. "And I thought I wasn't gonna see thirty." You're crazy, ma'am, if you don't mind me saying so. Can I get a rum and Coke? * Nigel raises an eyebrow and sips his gin. "Wouldn't want to, to be honest with you." [Alysha grins at Sonia. "Can't drink in the 'States. Of course I'm gonna take advantage."] * Sonia tips the glass at her slightly, then takes a sip of hers. "Nothin' wrong with drinking, luv. Just questioning your taste." * Nigel shrugs. "You may want to live until you can drink in the states." * Montana waits for his drink, for he ordered one! [Anyone watching the TV sees news headlines scroll across the bottom of the screen. Anyone paying attention notices that the Montenigrins have been lobbying to be their own country again.] [Alysha takes another gulp and grins. "That's why I hired you."] * Sonia chuckles lowly. "But not to slap the drink out of your hand?" * Montana idly watches the television, sure. "Nobody likes being told no." [She grins. "You can sip it to check for poison if you want."] * Nigel has quit IRC (Quit: ) * Nigel has joined #mc5 You kidding? Can't taste poison in that even if you knew what to look for, I'm betting. [Alysha grins, finishes hers and orders another. She glances at the TV. "Montenegro never really wanted to be a part of Tanigia. They've been trying for reindependence for a while now. But now, especially, with the fighting between Tanigia and Serbia... It's a good time for them to break free."] ["Bosnia won't let them go easy, though. Mark my words, there'll be more conflict here before long." She takes another gulp of rakija and grins. "'S good for us though. more business."] * Montana gets his drink, one presumes, and makes with the drinking. "Always business for someone." ["So what's it like, being a professional thief-for-hire?"] Eh. * Montana has a seat at the bar. "Ain't boring, that's for sure. Except for the parts between jobs. Which is most of the time." He grins. "But the rush of actually *doing* the job is worth it, even if teams can vary an awful lot." [She snickers. "Like this one."] Weeeeeell, I figure the advantage here is one, I got a consistent team, and two, I'm legally protected instead of pursued so much. * Nigel nods and sips his gin. "You can sure say that again." * Sonia chuckles and sips, before adding, "This is a pretty specialized team." (that was to Alysha. Not Montana) [Alysha laughs at that. "Boy, are you in for a surprise."] * Montana snorts a little. "I'm already surprised I'm better at that bodyguard stuff than I thought I'd be." ["Heh heh. You need more challenging work?"] * Sonia shrugs. "I done it for a long time." I ain't askin' you to throw yourself out in front of a grenade, ma'am. I think making things *less* challenging on that front is just fine. But if you end up needing me to grab something for you, I won't complain. * Nigel has quit IRC (Ping timeout) * Montana drinks more rum and Coke. [Alysha grins. Maybe too widely. "So what's you're story, Sonia?"] (Dre's restarting his comp. He'll be back in a sec.) * Sonia takes another sip and looks across at her, then shrugs and says, "I move things around and get paid for it. Have for a long time." * Nigel has joined #mc5 [Alysha smiles. "Not the sharing type, huh? 'Kayyy." She turns to Nigel, grinning, kinda lopsidedly at this point. "How about you, Nigel? Mr. Teacher-by-day, Hunter-by-night"] * Sonia mutters, "Your first hint?" downward as she takes another drink. * Montana leans over to Sonia. "Need another?" * Sonia looks up and over at Montana, chuckles, then says, "Yeah, sure." * Nigel shrugs. "That's pretty much it. The truth is I uncovered proof of the supernatural world in the UK and my plans to publish it were... you might say, cut short. So I just do what I can." He absently swirls his fingers around above the glass and the ice in it spins. * Montana grins, drains the rest of his glass, and asks, "What'll ya have?" He also conveniently misses Nigel's little show! [She laughs. "I'm not surprised. It's never well received. People just don-" she hiccups, "... don wanna know." She takes another gulp of the rakija.] Maaa... Strawberry Daquri. Sure. * Sonia looks over at Nigel. "Supernatural world, huh?" * Nigel shakes his head. "Easy there, miss. Don't want do have to drag you back to your room. Not my idea of a good time." * Montana nods and waves the bartender, ordering two strawberry daiquiris. * Nigel nods to Sonia. "Quite." Yeah, don't run into that too much. Have a few times. ["'M fine. 'Sides, that's what you're paid for." She giggles.] ["Heh. You will. Guarentee it."] * Montana hands one daiquiri to Sonia and sips on the other, then looks at it, possibly trying to figure out where the alcohol is. Ah well. He looks over at Alysha, then says to the other bodyguards, "I'm thinking that's her last one." * Nigel shakes his head. "I don't recall that being in my job description. I don't escort women back to their rooms for money... Sorry." He smiles and takes another sip. * Sonia rolls her eyes behind her sunglasses, takes a sip, then says, "Could always flush you out. Always a good time, yeah?" ["Nuh-uh. Your job's t' keep me safe. If something happens--" she finishes her sentence in another language, and takes another gulp.] (What language is it?) ( Sounds like some form of Chinese ) ["'Sounds gross."] It is. Trust me. * Nigel motions the bartender towards Alysha. "Could we get a water over here." [You get water!] ( Annnnnnnnnd.... Should I end? ) * Nigel slides it over to Alysha. "Here you go. Have a drink or two. We don't want you sick, do we?" (Have Alysha respond and then I'm fine with that) * Sonia drinks and licks her lips, shaking her head slightly. [She mumbles something in another language (Russian, maybe?), that slurrs into English with an Irish accent: "'n Pavla's wrong, 'm foin fer drinkin' all I wont."] Maybe the women with the shotguns has a point. ( K, ending :P ) [End!]