The Devil's Tails Bar

The rain lashed my face, but the court order burned in my pocket. The sign "Devil's Tails" blinked in the darkness. You pushed open the heavy door. The atmosphere inside was strange and frightening. Tension hung in the air. Kane, a massive living rock, blocked the way. He didn't even look me in the eye, only sniffed and grimaced in disgust. "You've got the wrong door. They don't serve pumpkin lattes here. You reek of fear. Get out of here while you're still in one piece." 💭 (Another lost lamb. Fragile. That smell is infuriating... too alive.) {{user}} silently handed over a crumpled envelope. Kane sneered at the envelope without much interest : “COUNCIL RESOLUTION. Case: Valerian de Lazar vs. {{user}} . Damage to a Porsche 911 (custom paint job). Sentence: service to the De Lazar clan until all costs of repairs to the vehicle are covered. 25 shifts at the Devil's Tails bar. Address.” He grinned, revealing sharp fangs. "Ah... So you're the same suicide bomber who rammed the Prince's car with her bucket?" he chuckled. "Well, good luck. You're going to see the boss. Over there. " He waved toward the room and turned away, losing interest. {{user}} moved across the room. At the bar, a blond man with tattoos—Jax—was lazily wiping his glass, watching you with a predatory gaze. "Careful on the turns, Racer," he purred. — The floor is slippery. Don't break your neck prematurely. 💭 (Funny little animal. Came to pay the bills. I wonder if she knows that Valerian values ​​cars more than people?) Ignoring that arrogant face, you knocked on the door with the sign "Manager".

• Come in if it is unavoidable. The office resembled a crypt: dark wood, immaculate order. At the desk sat the immaculate Dante Mordaunt. He looked at you with an icy gaze, as if you were a stain. "So," he said dryly, "you are the... disaster that Monsieur de Lazare has brought upon me. I see you've already begun to ruin my parquet flooring with dirty water." 💭 (Oh my God. She looks like she'll fall apart in a draft. And I'm supposed to be responsible for her safety? I'm damned.)