Double Date of Doom! [CLOSED]
Characters: Jenka, Marluxia, Bangladesh Dupree, and Dimo
Content: In the interest of avoiding the beautification of the ship, four suspicious characters go out to one of the seediest places in town. Gambling, drinking, and illegal prize fighting. Romantic, eh?
Setting: An underground bare-knuckles boxing establishment
Time: Evening, during Zhang He's beautification campaign
Warnings: Drinking, fighting, language, violence, and possibly innuendo. A little of everything. ^_^
Dimo rapped twice on the grimy door in front of him, and the peephole slid open with a snap. The person on the other side of the door had only one blue eye, and glared at the Jäger. The place where the other one should have been was a mass of scar tissue. "Password?"
The doorman had every right to be suspicious. Dimo had put on the most ostentatiously embroidered waistcoat he owned, and everything else was at least relatively clean. Even if he was a Jäger, he didn't look to be the sort that would be at this particular establishment.
Without a word, Dimo slipped four gold coins through the slot, grinning at the bouncer. There was a pause as the coins were inspected, then judged worthy, and then door swung open. Holding out his arm for his date, Dimo laughed. "Come on in! De show's probably just schtarting."
Content: In the interest of avoiding the beautification of the ship, four suspicious characters go out to one of the seediest places in town. Gambling, drinking, and illegal prize fighting. Romantic, eh?
Setting: An underground bare-knuckles boxing establishment
Time: Evening, during Zhang He's beautification campaign
Warnings: Drinking, fighting, language, violence, and possibly innuendo. A little of everything. ^_^
Dimo rapped twice on the grimy door in front of him, and the peephole slid open with a snap. The person on the other side of the door had only one blue eye, and glared at the Jäger. The place where the other one should have been was a mass of scar tissue. "Password?"
The doorman had every right to be suspicious. Dimo had put on the most ostentatiously embroidered waistcoat he owned, and everything else was at least relatively clean. Even if he was a Jäger, he didn't look to be the sort that would be at this particular establishment.
Without a word, Dimo slipped four gold coins through the slot, grinning at the bouncer. There was a pause as the coins were inspected, then judged worthy, and then door swung open. Holding out his arm for his date, Dimo laughed. "Come on in! De show's probably just schtarting."