forum One-on-one (@PPT_SupremeMonarchOfTheAntColony)

Started July 06, 2018 by @HawkMan

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"Sure, shall I just yell that out or are we gonna put a poster?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, sure –" Juliette said sarcastically, " – I totally think we should give ourselves away by putting up a poster."

"Ah but me shouting it out was a perfectly reasonable idea." He said, smirking.

She smirked. "Yeah, right."

He sighed, looking around the room again, "Well, we need to do something. I mean we could just try and befriend them with alcohol, if only we knew who they were."

"Hmmm…we need a way to flush them out…" she said slowly, gazing at the ceiling and rubbing her chin.

"Yeah," He pondered, "Right, who here do you think is most likely to be in the mafia," He sat up a bit.

"Those two guys by the bathrooms," she stated casually, tilting her head in their direction. "Just a guess."

He nodded, "I'm going to talk to them." He said, downing half of his drink.

Juliette stayed in her seat, fiddling with her glass and keeping an eye on the people around her.

Drew approached the two, having left his glass at the table he was empty-handed. "You two waiting for the toilet?" He asked, hands in his pockets.

"No," one grunted.
"Then why are you standing here?" Drew asked.
"To tell people it's out of order," the same one replied.
"But a sign can do that perfectly fine, and why do you need two of you to do that?"
The two men glared down at him, "Nothings going on," the other forced out through clenched teeth.
Drew smirked, "Yeah, I bet. So what, you two mafia?" He got no reply. "C'mon, are you. If you are is there any chance I could join. It's been my childhood dreams since, well, childhood."

(Me trying to join the mafia.)
The men looked at each other, "That's not how it works."
"Well, how does it work?" Drew asked, folding his arms.
"You've gotta meet the boss."
"Where can I meet them?"
"We ain't gonna tell you that, you ain't trustworthy. If ya really wanna join ya gotta talk to Ringo." One of them said, nodding to the bartender.
"Right, and what will happen from then?"
"You'll be tested," The other one said, grinning.
"Okay, well, thank you." Drew nodded, turning around and walking back to Juliette.

"Sooo?"

"We gotta talk to Ringo, the bartender, he'll test us. We're in when we meet the Boss."

"Alrighty then, let's go up to the bar," Juliette said decisively, standing up.

"Sure," He grabbed his glass, following her to the bar.

She approached the bar, and spoke to the bartender. "Hey there – you Ringo?"

The bartender turned around, looking them both up and down before nodding slightly, "What's it to ya?"

She glanced left and right before leaning in and whispering, "We were told that you can test us for a – special organization."

Drew looked at her, realising how much more discreet she is being about it.
"Special organization, eh? I think I can help you out there," Ringo said, "Follow me." He lead them through to the back room.

Juliette winked at Drew, then followed Ringo.

Drew screwed his face up in confusion, following after the other two.
They were lead to a dark room. Well, dark until Ringo flicked on the light to reveal two chairs around a blood-stained table in the middle. Around the sides were more chairs, chains, tools stained rusty brown, and other such items.

She tensed, not sure what to expect, but sensing trouble in some form.

"Take a seat," Ringo said, sitting one side of the table.
Drew got another chair for himself, offering Juliette the one that was already there.

"So, what's the test?" she asked cautiously, taking a seat.