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OOC- I think you meant Kali ^^, also long one again, I think I'll post about two more long ones... + Seppoku, could you describe how knight looked at the time of arms deal meeting? You can do it here, or in pm, if you could, that is :)

Documents left at home, knife still in the pocket, but now cleaned. Time had come to meet some friends, mostly those with information Rita needed, and maybe there will be an idiot as well…

First she had to find a bar, with a phone, which took a while, for only few… specific ones had the phones she thought of. She went through many : Busty Mary, Bloody Mary, Jazz Rain, Triple Dibble. None of those were the right ones…

Finally she stumbled upon a bar named : Black & White, underneath it was a much smaller sentence – With a bit of grey.

Rita tilted head to right, and smiled lightly, after staring at signboard for a while, she decided to enter. Inside played slow jazz music, suited for nights and slow dance, no one was dancing, and there was little to no room for it – thanks to positioning of tables. Tables were most likely moved at later hours, but it still caught her attention. She moved through the dim room, covered in smoke, slowly closing distance to bartender with surprisingly clean shirt.

As she walked towards him, a phone booth stood in the darkest of the corners, and thought came to her mind…

Jackpot…

She sat on a bar stool, and waited for him, besides her inside this place, were two more people – said bartender, and another man drinking beer. Bartender with square, brown beard stared Rita down from chest to face and asked…

“So, what would you like?” His voice rough at the edges, throat tired when used, he looked like a man in his forties, but most likely was far older.

“Something light, and with a bit of grey…” She purred, and watched how his hand twitched lightly, how his tired look in eyes disappeared.

“Right…” His hands reached under the counter, a moment in which he briefly stared at Rita, wondering whether to use a gun he hides underneath or not. He took out a fresh glass, and began making his special.

“Light and with a bit of grey, sure, what would you like to know?” He asked.

“A bit about the ones spreading money all around, a bit about their whereabouts, and maybe job offer of delicate kind.” She purred, while resting chin on top of hand, smiling lightly.

“No chance for a job, thanks to the money spreading ones, that is.” He said…

“When it comes to other questions – Best I can give is one that came to our arms dealer.”

Rita nod slightly, pulled out a sheet of paper, and slowly pushed towards him, all while staring at him, and his work.

“Do describe him in detail here, how’s drink?”

“Almost done.” He replied, and glanced at paper. Few more minutes passed, and drink was finally done.

“Here, light, with a bit of grey.” He wanted to smile, as he would normally do, but somehow he couldn’t’ bare to smile in front of her.

He watched her raise glass filled with multi colored substance, he watched her lightly tilting glass to left and right, playing with drink, before finally drinking it.

“Not bad, does it have a name?” She asked, while he tried to find a pen.

“Visit to a Distant Land.”

“Fitting, light and vibrant colors stimulate imagination, while sweet taste takes you to a distant place, filled with things one could never describe.” She said, lightly tapping glass with nail, and tilting head to right lightly, so she could glance at the man who somehow still continued to drink his beer, too slowly some would say.

Finally pen was found, and he quickly wrote all that he was willing to share with her.

“There you have it, another drink, or are we done here?”

“Ouch, seems like you don’t like me, still thanks, and of course… I’ll leave.” She got up, and for the last time smiled, though this time smile was far more chilling than the previous one.

Once she left, only two people were left, bartender and his friend, who spent this whole time drinking slowly. Bartender kept on standing still after she left, as if frozen in fear, which was quickly noted by his drinking friend.

Fuck. – Came through bartender mind.

“Ben, you alright?” Bill, who finally decided to stop pretending to drink got up, and got closer to Ben.

“Dumb question, and don’t try to joke around that you’d deal with her, she knew exactly who you were.” He didn’t look at Bill, he just kept on staring at the door, which worried Bill, after all he didn’t even get to joke around…

“Yeah, that bad, Ben?” Bill asked.

“I made a lot of…transactions, these kind of people are the worst.”

“You mean?”

“She’s either one of those, that quickly die, or one of the worst, that will kill and dump you in a dumpster with ease.”

“There’s a difference between the two?”

“Weak joke, change sign to closed, I’ll make us both a drink.” Ben reached underneath the counter once more, for two glasses.

“That bitch will be back, and mark my words Bill, if she’s back, let’s hope she’s in a good mood.” Ben added, all while Bill changed sign to closed, all while Ben decided to make a duo of his special…

OOC 2 - Hmm, now that I think about it, there should've been so much more detail here, but I don't want to make it longer... ^^