"Sure my Dove, I'm always up for another round," Steve smiled and followed the Sniper to the bar in d18, while thinking what to buy next.
Andrea handed the money over and then headed off with Steve. "And what nickname should I give you? Mr. Slay-a-lot? Or the Plasma-slinger? Or do you prefer to simply be called Stevorinho?" She smirked at the Gang-member.
"No reason to wait then..." He said taking steps towards the prisoner and hoisting him up by the shirt. "Alright asshole, what shitcaked nook did you guys crawl out of before terrorising that block?" He almost whispered into the gangers' face, "answers or its going to be oh so painful for you..."
"Call me whatever you wish baby" Steve laughed. "I had a nickname when I was young, it's from the place I grew up. They called me Eastwood"
"Need a hand with that motherfucker?" A Man in pure black leather, including coat and hood asked, hanging in from a window with his Sniper Rifle ready. "Mah name is Noctinus, but yah all may call me The Shadow. Saw what you did back up there with those assholes, killin' 'em and all. You got a few good snipahs, thought to join your lil band for some gigs of death orchestra." He leaped down and walked up to Jimmy. "Yo da boss aren't yah? So how 'bout I join you guys and shoot some bitches in their lil heads with my pretty lil Snipah Rifle here? Got also som' other equipment and shit with me so you don't even need to pay a fucking credit for me, whaddya say, Jimmy-boy?"
"Eastwood? Pah, you wouldn't even get a morning wood!" She laughed. "I think I will simply call you Drunko, because you get so quickly drunk." The smirk on Andreas lips grew.
Jimmy blinked, then he laughed. Hard. "Oh dear Emperor, I like your spirit as much as I like the look of that gun. Consider yourself a Draconian Nock. "Jimmy extended a hand, chuckling still. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable, bit tight on numbers right now so there is plenty of room to be had. " looking over to Gordon and their prisoner. "I'm headin out, time to get some new kit and digs. Let me know what the shit has to say when I get back, also don't kill him till then either, I wanna watch. "
"Yo got it... Boss." The Shadow said and smirked to the group. "Yo son of bitches, let's do some torturin', eh?" He walked back to Gordon. "Yo gonna do all the fun alon' or yah son of bitch gonna do it alone?" The man smirked as he pushed his hood back, showing his scarred face, several slices over the lips, cheeks, eyes, forehead. OOC: The character is speaking wise strongly inspired by this guy
