"... So I said," Lana said and wiggled her finger in front of a patron, "if you can do this I'll only punch you in the balls and let you live..."
"... But the poor guy couldn't, so I knocked him out and dumped him into a river," she finished telling her tale to the patron and took a sip from her shot glass.
The patron laughed uncontrollably, he was most likely a resident around this seedy area. The numerous scars and tattoos implied the man was not too far from a serial killer.
The tavern was filled with shouting, laughter and occasionally random yelps and screams. Being one of the only two women here, apart from the barmaid, Lana naturally kept her hand close to her hidden sidearm in case anyone wants to get lucky. But so far she had not seen the need for violence, as her cruel nature coupled with her smooth tongue was enough to attract attention of any man but keep them limp at the same time.
"Oh, look at the time," Lana looked at her holo-com and said, "I gotta get going and get going and get paid. Catch ya next time stud."
She got up and flicked her short, slick black hair. Then she put her hood on and squeezed through the crowd out to one of the run down districts of Planet L.A. The night was cold and moist with some mist. Lana was supposed to be the contact of an criminal courier and contact him to continue his job earlier this afternoon, but she was delayed by her visit to the local bar where she thoroughly enjoyed the company of fellow criminals.
'Pfft, it can't be that important,' Lana thought to herself as she patched an anonymous and com-link encrypted with a a generic key to the mysterious courier.
"Yeah, this is uh..." Lana spoke and searched her intoxicated mind for her codename in this operation.
"You must be Bonnie," a voice came through from the other end.
"Ah, right," Lana smacked herself on the head and said the secret phrase, "are the skies orange tonight?"
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