[audio] Sept

[cajuncardtrick]

Bonjour, mes amis! I do not know what came over me the last few days, but I'm glad it's over. Now let me get t' the point. I would like to go out. Maybe job hunting, maybe some drinkin', maybe some espionage? Anything, really. I'm rearin' t' go!

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[audio]

[down_to_nowhere]

Not sick, I take it.

Drinking sounds good to me. And if we get into a tight spot we have to fight our way out of, I won't object. Two weeks is too long to be nice.

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[cajuncardtrick]

Mhm. I agree.

[Gambit pushes the door of the bar open and speaks with the bartender and he gives them seats and Jack Daniel's on the rocks to start off.]

Drink up, mon ami.

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[down_to_nowhere]

[Mello raises his glass to Remy and knocks it all back.]

That'll take the edge off.

Did I hear you say something about looking for work before?

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[cajuncardtrick]

[He does the same, including the 'knocks it all back' bit.]

You heard right. S'boring sittin' around with nothing to do, so I'd like to have a reason t' go out and do things...incentive, y'know? I'd go out and steal for boredom's sake, but that's no profit other than an adrenaline rush for a bit.

[He makes eye contact with the bartender and nods for more whiskey for the both of them.]

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[down_to_nowhere]

[Mello asks for a cigar each, too.]

I've been thinking about getting a job myself. Maybe in the Undercity, for the connections.

There's certain lines of work where a charming con man is always useful. [In the tone of a general observation, though it isn't.]

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[cajuncardtrick]

Th' Undercity would suite me best...Hm. Maybe I'll head down there an' advertise my services. Course--

[The whiskey and the cigars arrive pronto. Remy puts it to his mouth, touches the end with his fingertips and tastes the cigar.]

--Course, I've taken from so folks down there already, but it's not like they'd know that.

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[down_to_nowhere]

Their police force is stretched a little thin, heh.

[Mello carries a lighter, lately, and gets his cigar going before offering the lighter to Remy.]

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[cajuncardtrick]

Ah. No thank you, my friend.

[Remy's eyes flash and the end of the cigar begins to glow.]

My powers can be used for more than fancy explosions, mon ami.
[He puffs a bit on the cigar and sighs.]

Mm. You sure now how't pick'em.

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[down_to_nowhere]

Ah, so I see.

The Mafia's good for some matters of taste, not to mention the manpower and resources. [He grins, savoring the cigar.]

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[cajuncardtrick]

I'd imagine it would be. The sound of gettin' a job down there is getting more and more appealin', to be hones'.

[He takes the cigar away from his mouth and downs the whiskey again.]

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[down_to_nowhere]

One thing that drives me nuts about this place, though. There damn well ought to be the Family here. Or something like it. But organized crime's like Skull and Bones: you know it's got to exist, but no one talks about it.

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[cajuncardtrick]

But--by its very nature it's not suppose to be discussed, right? If I were a don of any kind, I'd not want my works t'be talked about out in th' world. Things like that should stay quiet, no?

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[down_to_nowhere]

Sure, but it was easy enough to listen in the right places in LA. Took me a year and a half from being brand-new to calling the shots. I ought to be able to do the same thing here.

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[cajuncardtrick]

Aha. So not even th' people that ought t' be talking aren't. Huh. That's quite the predicament. So you don't know how to get a job down there, then? How d'you plan on finding out, mon ami?

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[down_to_nowhere]

Might have to go legit, God forbid. [He smirks and takes a pull on his cigar.] Nah, this information blackout can't last forever. Next time that Informant pops up, I plan to have some words with him. That'll be a start.

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[cajuncardtrick]

I see, You think he'll willingly jus' give away information like that? I certainly hope so. You'll have to let me know when he comes back around so I can speak with him, too.