And my mom says to treat as you wish you were treated

[eatshootsnleves]

Who: Basch, Roy, and the vampiric boyfr Jan.
What: Bringing the house of cards down.
Where: Knight and Page.
When: When it needs to happen.

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[bitchin_beanie]

It definitely wasn't Basch that popped up from behind one of the counters, where boners may or may not have been being illustrated in one of the medical anatomy books. Basch had never been known to sport a toothy leer at seeing who the customer was quite like that, after all.

"Heeeeyyy, pal." He leaned against the counter, grin stretching even wider. What was this, a gift? A reward for having actually refrained from chewing on anyone the last few days? It was hard not to actually outright laugh, either way.

"I'd point ya toward the How To Murder Innocent Dudes section, but I think we're fuckin' fresh out!"

[eatshootsnleves]

It took substantial - and probably visible - effort for Roy to remind himself of one vital imperative. No blood on the books.

"I imagine there's been demand." he managed instead, as casual as a guy could get while dipping a hand in a wide pocket (for what was most likely a gun.) "These days, all sorts of bystanders have been finding themselves in deep trouble."

[bitchin_beanie]

The movement of hand into pocket was noted, what sort of gun-loving mercenary would Jan be if he didn't catch things like that? But it didn't concern him much. What was one more bullet or two in the scheme of things, after all?

"Yeah, no shit? Why, get a taste for it?" Jan succumbed to the urge to laugh, leaned against the shelf in front of him as he did. Elbow on shelf, chin in hand, grin on face. A perfect picture of lewd amusement.

[eatshootsnleves]

"Not me." The hand stayed there. Roy took a shot in the dark. "But I hear the Maaka siblings have seen better times."

He stood square, and watched for reaction. Basch had damn well better be in the back.