Sitting in one of the darker corners, away from the music and girls, Marcus nurses a drink, tired from a days lane trawling, a grin on his face as he absent mindedly flips his Franc slip, a good days profit, something that always makes him smile.
Thinking of the new recruits, so eager to make a name for themselves within the family he actually chuckles into his drink, remembering his first time in the cockpit of a Minsteral Noir. "I give um a few months before half are ether dead or bankrupt" he mutters, before returning finishing his drink, sitting back to try and think, not an easy task with all the distractions the fille de joie are making closer to the bar.
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