Lyra gave her a sharp smirk. "Good. How's yours? Take down Mr. Nitti yet?" She wrote her number on the napkin, 666-0237-558 all laid down in neat cursive. Her handwriting was the only organized thing about her. She handed the napkin up to Nikidia and began making her new mocktail.
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"Nah not yet," she said. "Not too big of a threat yet but just enough to keep an eye out for," she said looking at Lyra making a mocktail. "Does that have alcohol in it?"
Hey, guys. So I'm gonna have to drop out due to school (and my lack of inspiration rn). Good luck with this!
Thanks and goodbye. I hope things get better soon.//
"Nah. We're not allowed to drink on the job." She shrugged, shaking the drink with renewed ferocity. "Need any more news or did you just want to hang out?"
Avery took a seat at the bar, setting down his bags on the floor. "Hello."
Lyra turned form Nykidia to the newcomer. "Hello! Welcome to Alina's." She took in the bags and the boys steely eyes. She'd never seen him before, so he might've been new. She still wasn't quite sure about who was coming back from a sketchy trip and who was actually new. He didn't seem to bear any gang markings, but she'd quickly learned that didn't count for much.
"I heard you were a well of information, is that true Lyra?" Avery asked as he inspected the women, she seemed pretty harmless. But, you never know with people.
"Who's to say?" She poured her mocktail int a glass with a sly smirk. This guy wasn't beating around the bush, which she found refreshing. Some people were so fond of having hour long conversations that subtly drifted to the topic of information. "Want a drink?"
"Depends, do you have Contra?" He asked, referring to the popular siren drink. "If you do, sure."
Lyra winked and the realized he couldn't see it behind her glasses. "Totally." She grabbed a bottle from the shelf behind her and poured him a glass. "Want anything else?"
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Nykidia looked at the guy. He seemed familiar but she couldn't think from where. Maybe a rival gang? She couldn't tell.
"Do you want anything Nykidia? You're here for fun today, right?" She poured out her mocktail and took a sip. Perfectly mixed. Damn, she was good.
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"Sure!" Nykidia said turning back to Lyra. "Can I have one of those?" she asked.
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(I just realized the age difference with our characters.)
(Oh shit, yeah.)
"Yep! It's pineapple, mango, and blackberry juice." She mixed them together and shook them furiously, throwing in a couple flips and around the worlds for flair. There was nothing wrong with showing off for someone you wanted to go out with, right?
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(What do we do? also might be a bit I got to eat.)
"Nice!" she said watching the flips. "Impressive" she said once Lyra was done.
(Sorry I was out, pizza came earlier than I thought. Looks like we bother went out to dinner. MAybe make Nykidia a bit older? like..16? Idk.)
Lyra smiled. "Thanks, all in the line of work. So, what gang do you belong to? I've been trying to remember the ones with 2 seconds but I can't find any." That was a bit of a lie. She'd been pouring through The Almanac all break and hadn't found anything.
Fair warning, Avery doesn't "Work" for a gang//
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(Part of her character is her being 14 tho because she can't age since Night and her binded)
"Actually there would be 3," she said offhandedly. "We have a brother who is the actual son of the boss. We're just a really good bodyguards and information gathers."
(Maybe in this universe they bonded later? Idk man, sorry. And @"Thou needs to stopeth", that's fine.)
Lyra nodded. "Ohhhhh, that's why I couldn't find you! Which gang though? I've been dying to know." She poured the mocktail and handed it over to Nykidia with a grin. "Drink up."
Avery let out a small "Hmm." As he observed the conversation, he filed away the information for later and sipped his drink.
When Avery made a noise Lyra startled. She'd forgotten the boy was there! "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. What did you want to know!" She realized that she shouldn't be asking so straightforwardly, but she didn't really care. She'd been ignoring him for… 10 minutes? 15 minutes?
"I want to know about the two girls who have been bothering Card Master and Demon's gang." He says, he knew that using their names would probably get him more information.
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"Gallo. We run most of the illegal casino's. Run by Marco." she said pulling out a casino chip that was purple and black. "You've ever been to any of them?"
Lyra considered Avery's question a more serious look on her face. "Cardmaster and Demon know our agreement. No specifics if you don't pay up."
She then turned to Nykidia. "Nah. I steer clear of most illegal business. It's never good to get caught while you're working this job." The bar a strict 'no arrests' policy. One little black mark on her record and she was fucked.
"What the hell did Dax do?" He thinks crossly, his eyes flashing a dangerous shade of violet. "What was the damn agreement?" He asks the women.
Lyra's eyes flashed, hidden behind her glasses. He didn't know? "This bar will not give out specifics unless the person asking is willing to give something of equal importance in return. Money can only get you so far." Some people gave up secrets, others magic. Memories, relics, wishes, and powers. A few especially shady individuals had paid in souls. They hadn't been fun to deal with.
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"Maybe I could take you there sometime. We only ever get caught if someone ratted us out." she said. "It's okay if gambling not your thing though. I don't gamble either."
"Well then, what does one want for this information?" Avery implored, already regretting his agreement to helping Robin. Well, he did train me for a bit.
"Depends on how much information you want. The more you need the more I give." She smiled cheerily at Avery before giving him the spiel her boss told her to give any askers. "Once you do the exchange, you'll never be the same. Tread carefully. You could lose something you'll never get back again." She shot him a wink and turned to Nykidia.
"Well, if I really won't get caught. I do enjoy a good gamble." She actually adored gambling, but she hadn't been doing it lately. Too invested in her new job.
