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Chapter 20

We step into an old rustic gloomy room, like saloons from cowboy times, yet with elite air shadowing the foundation. The curtains are half torn allowing the moon light in full glory to gleam in, the bar setup is dusty with  old red stools wilting away an example of being forgotten of use and it's table housing shattered glasses that probably are containing families of spiders in them. There's 2 lounge couches facing opposite sides of each other where I'm guessing people use to socialise and chat after the show on . The floor is carpet with Persian rug designs , however I do see burn marks crossing the ends. A mini grand piano is on display, steel black covering its frame and missing keys accompanying its demeanour.  This room was a forgotten relic, glimpses of its former state clingy to the memory of how it use to look. This room was shut down after the fire my dad broke out, instead of rebuilding it the theatre owners decided permanently shut it down and lock it up.  I drift over to the piano , pressing a few notes. A ghostly sound of tunes follow out of it, figured it  hasn't been tuned for some time.

Tiffany: "Yikes and I thought my home was depressing ."

Tiffany: "I can already feel my allergies acting up. 🥲"

Rachel: "something definitely died in here 🤢"

Tiffany: "Oh grow up, girl you need to start holding your stomach 😦"

Rachel: "What!? I can't help it, creepy places make me nervous."

Brooks: "If you could not throw up in the meeting spot that would be much appreciated."🙄

Rachel: "So-sorry"

The door to the other side of the room then slowly began to jolt open. We all stop to stare with our sense's on  high alert. A man tall rigid man with an intimidating skull black mask, steps out in a red velvet suit that hugs his frame. He walks in with such authority capturing this small  space into his,  behind him followed his  lackeys. A tall girl with bright  bleached bob, which you could see the chemicals radiating off, she was dressed in wedged sneaker hills and leather tight jeans accompanied with a black suit jacket. The boy however was wearing an eye patch on his left eye, had a skull tattooed on his neck and his attire was a black suit accessorised with chains hanging from his pants . They strode across the room with no nonsense  looks and kill or be killed attitude's plopping themselves on couch. 

I followed Brooks sitting opposite them, placing the duffel bag next to me. While Tiffany sat near the end and Rachel snuggled  to sit next to Brooks cozying up to him. Brooks looks unbothered while she has a faint smug grin on her face. Tiffany lets out the biggest sigh while I  role my eyes. I don't know 🤷‍♀️  what's in the air tonight that gots Rachel tripping and practically begging to dry hump Brooks leg? Like priorities , were face to face with a gang lord and your trying to get a date. Sis we need to stand on business, we can't be fumbling like so...

Black mask: "Good evening, Brooks it's been a long time."

Brooks:(chuckles) " Well works been pretty slow of late."

Black mask: "Haven't seen you since the smuggling gig earlier this month."

Brooks: "Yea, that wasn't easy. Red hood was all over us but we got a shipment out to Star city and Blüdhaven . Though the Midway truck was apprehended by Hood."

Black mask: "Interesting.... I suppose you'll be making up for the profits lost on that shipment."

Brooks: "O-of course sir. No problem 😉 you know I won't disappoint."

Black mask: "I hope so for your sake."

"Right, if we could skip to the deal please, were kind of pressed for time."