Who: Clubs Deuce and Evil!Jack Noir
When: Monday night
Where: Somewhere in Dorsoduro
Summary: Sorry, CD, you're not cool enough to be in the eviller Midnight Crew.
Rating: R
Warnings: FANCY BLADE VIOLENCE and also crushing souls.
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You were horrible in life... )
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Now he was hidden in one of the Gondolas. In retrospect maybe that hadn't been such a good idea. He was still disoriented from the clobbering and the gentle rocking of the boat didn't make him feel any better. Swallowing heavily and leaning further back into it, he suddenly jumped up at hearing a certain voice.
Peering up out of the gondola, he searched for a source. That... had been Jack's voice, right? "...Jack?"
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"Who else would it be, Slick?" he scoffed, planting a foot on the side of the gondola to lean on. "The fuck are you hiding for? Get out of the damn boat, there's something we need to discuss."
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"I just thought that you might not be you is all!" he finishes, managing to collect himself. But there's another pause as he looks at Jack curiously. "What do we need to talk about?"
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Not a question. He flicked one of the daggers out of his back pocket, playing with it idly in his hands.
"See, we've run into a bit of a snag. There's two of you and that just isn't going to cut it. It's too confusing." He twirled the knife, shrugging. "One of you has to go. Can you guess which one that is, Deuce? Or do you need a hint?"
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