[url=https://youtu.be/fV8vB1BB2qc]Am I Picking Up The Wrong Vibe Here?[/url] [i][b]Ko Rudo Mountains Mount Of Harps La Maison de L'amour 10:31 PM[/b][/i] [i]After he'd found Sawyer drinking himself to a second death in nameless bar No. 2,346, Sykes first call had been to Colorado, as it would always have been.[/i] ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "[b]You're sure it's him? You've messed this kind of thing up before, Sykes.[/b]" [i]The grubby man had. He wasn't shy to admit it, the man was just not good at finding marks, or tracking down persons of interest. Truth be told, he'd lucked out in finding the first mate of the Arrowhead in that bar. Heading in, he'd had all intentions of getting staggeringly drunk before heading home to report his failure in finding the man, when lo and behold, a sign of God was given as the Aussie slumped in his stool at the bar.[/i] "[u]I'm sure, boss. F*cker fit your description to a tee, including the raging alcoholism and general attitude of being a massive d*ck. Don't see why you're much concerned with a sh*t like that.[/u]" "[b]Because that sh*t has saved my life before, and it's not for him. This is more for the Captain. I kinda owe it to him for not getting him outta that prison sooner. Though, I suppose he probably would've drugged and sold me off, so that's actually a good thing in hindsight. "Anyways, back to business. I want you to set up a meet between the two. Resource cap is at $7,000, and that includes housing for you while you're waiting. Get me a time and a location, and I'll get them there. Do as you see fit, I'm trusting your cordially diplomatic side on this. "And for f*cks sake, don't make it gay.[/b]" ~~~~~~~~~~~~ [i]The House of Love, as it was translated to English, had been rented out for the evening, starting at 10:00 PM. The message sent to both Sawyer and Drake said to be there by 10:30 PM, to give time for a clean up and a set up. Each had received this message from Colorado, who told them he'd wanted to meet, giving them a local and a time, and saying nothing to either about the other. And so, now Sykes laid the silverware, carefully wrapped in elegant wine-red velvet napkins, upon the snow-white tablecloth of the lone table in the room, two chairs on opposite sides. Entering through the front, one would see the chairs making a perpendicular line to the straight sight of the one entering. On the table was a vase, holding two roses, one red, the other white, over four low-sitting candles arrayed around the roses in a square, wax allowed to drip naturally down and onto the tablecloth. The lights were set to low, and a roaring fireplace stood at the back of the room, just a few yards beyond the table. Sykes, who normally appeared as a greasy, really shady mechanic, was now completely clean, dressed in the extravagant tuxedo of a servant. Behind the door in the back left wall of the room were the kitchens, where two men sat talking as they awaited their appointed jobs. One, the master of drink, Real Earl Aler, the Bartender and Proprietor of the Irish Priest bar in El-Harim, Amoridia. The other, the master of food, Gaffer, the cook and owner of the Baron's Choice Steakhouse and Tavern in New Haven, Amoridia. The two men quickly hit it off, the stories of their patrons told as jokes and legends. Over the audio system quietly played Boys to Men, Whitney Houston, and various other artists of that genre of music. Sykes smiled happily, his accommodations set and ready for the reunion in an appropriately inappropriate way.[/i] [spoiler]Open to Ver and Gengar. And also Sleek.[/spoiler]