You followed Boxcars down the street for a while until you reached an alley way, all the members walk down there; as if it were a walk in the park. You defied going into there, this defiance made the one eyed man angry and he gave a scorned look at you before turning back forward and storming off. You let out a sigh under your breath and start to follow the others. Boxcars walked ahead with the smallest Clubbed man and as you walked in the same direction the second tallest man walked back towards you, standing infront of you. "I must apologize about him, he can be rather irrational at times. His temper mostly gets the better of him. I am Diamonds Droog. Boxcars has already told me your name, [First name] am i right?" You nod and look at your feet. "I can assume you're scared?" "I guess...Yeah...What happened back there? Whats gonna happen to me..." You sigh again. "Look what happened back there, forget it sweet. Nothing will happen to you, we're still respectable enough not to hurt young ladies like yourself, even Mr Angry Pants back there." Droog gives off a small smirk and chuckle then proceeds to turn and walk into the 'hideout's' entrance. You follow him quietly, closing the door behind you. You're presented with a shabby basement apartment, it clearly hadn't been cleaned in a while and it reeked, clearly unbeknownst to the 4 men.
"Oh lady" the smaller man waddles over to you, he takes off your blazer for you and hangs it up on a coat hanger. "I'm Clubs Deuce! Demolition expert at your service!" He gives a little salute and strutters off. Deuce, Droog and Boxcars all wander off into what appears to be another room opposite; leaving you with who you can only assume is to be their 'leader.' You stand there in silence staring at the floor waiting for something to happen. "[First name]" you look up, still keeping quiet. "Well don't ignore me woman!" He snarled at you. "All i wanna know is who the hell you're working for, what the hell you want, and why the hell you were spying on us, Kapeesh?" "I've already told you...I don't know what you're talking about." You brush a stand of hair behind your ear, " i was going to my first day at work...Look." "Your words got stuck in your throat, "i don't want any trouble, just ple-" He cut you off aggressively "What let you go? HAHA! listen Miss, i don't know you, nor what you're doing! Think imma' let you wander off to go call the cops? Heh, not gonna happen chicka. Here's the thing, i don't like people knowing my business. So I ain't gonna let you stroll off to let other people know it...Hmph you're gonna have to stay until we know ur' business." He looks away on himself in disgust on what he's just said. The atmosphere closed in, you couldn't run anywhere, nor argue with him. For all you know he might be a mass murderer; it'd explain the body you'd witnessed earlier. He starts to walk off, "S-Stay?" you let out quietly. "What are you, deaf?! Yeah stay, don't enjoy it too much." he growled and walked out slamming the door behind him.
All you could do was stay in this room, you couldn't risk running off. The place was awful, used glasses and mugs everywhere, piles of old newspapers, not to mention the smell; like something had died, probably quite literally. There was a small booth with a table in the center, a couch on the left hand wall and placed in front a small T.V. You let out another sigh, you somehow needed to get out of here, there was a window above the booth, but that was too small for your hips to fit through. You couldn't risk going out of the door you'd came in through; that was too risky and obvious. The only other door was that of which all the men exited through at some point when you all arrived. You clench up your nerves and head towards the door, placing your hand onto the round door handle. Twisting the handle, you open the door which lead onto a corridor; god the place was huge! Still a mess, but wow! The corridor led both left and right, stretching far each way with a series of rooms branching off on either sides.
You made your way into the corridor, closing the door behind you, you decide to venture off to the left. Making your way cautiously around the hallway. One of the doors to the right of you opened and out came Deuce with a deck of cards, "[First name] I've been looking for you! you'd left the lounge..." The short man pauses for a second. "Did Slick say you could come out here?" he asked confused. "Slick?" "He didn't introduce himself? Spades Slick: he's our leader! I wouldn't do anything to make him angry though Miss, he can brew quite a storm" You both looked at each other, Deuce waiting for your response. "Oh...So he's the angry one?" you muttered under your lips.
"Yeah...But he can be nice...sometimes...Not often...I mean..." Deuce stopped in his own tracks before pausing again. "You wanna play Go Fish?" He shuffled the deck in his hands and looked at you eagerly. "Hmm i guess so" You let off a smile, "Yeah let's!" Somehow the thought of playing cards picked up your spirits, Deuce took your left hand and led you back into the lounge where you propped yourself on the seat inside the booth. Deuce shuffled the cards once more, he laid out 5 cards for him and 5 for you. Boxcars walked in and strolled over to the booth and stood by the edge of the rounded, oval table. "Looks like ya got a friend eh? Finally got someone to play those silly games with ya after all," Boxcars chuckled and walked off and slumped himself onto the couch. "They're not stupid" you could hear Deuce mumble.
The room's atmosphere became awkward, you carried on playing cards, a while passed before the other two came back in from the corridor, Spades came in and plopped himself next to Hearts on the couch; not even paying a wink of attention to anything else other than the small T.V he sat infront of. Diamonds however came in and walked over to the side of the booth you were sat upon; newspaper rolled up in this elbow. "Hmm [First name]" He looked at you with a blank expression. Clubs raised his hand to the side of his face, "PST that's his seat" he looked at you giving you an expression that told you to move. You took the expression lightly and stood up, shuffling your way out of the booth. "I'm sorry if i was in your seat" you state whilst giving off a slight smile. "Not a problem, thank you for moving." He placed himself where you were and opened his newspaper from his elbow and started to read.
You look around, all of the seats at the booth were taken, you glanced over at the couch. There was a clear open space next to Slick; Easily you could fit another two people in the gap. Both the men on the couch are fixated to the T.V, 'Lord knows what they're watching' you think to yourself, it was something you didn't recognize. You sat lightly next to Slick, trying not to get his attention. He sighed and looked over to you, "You want something?" he said dully. "All of the other seats are taken, see" You point to the booth which is occupied. "So here's the only place available, hope you don't mind." Slick looked at you and grunted, "Jus' don't make no noise, Got that? Ugh" His head turned back to the T.V, ignoring everything around him once again.
