The blue mohaked woman was far gone, the Brew had definitely done a number on her.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Orange">Tone, these women are driving me crazy here, you gotta get 'em to lighten up or something. They drink like horses...</span>"<br/><br/>He winked at Vega. "<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Then let them drink. They'll be done in time. Blue mohawk is pretty much done at the very least.</span>" Tony couldn't help but look over at the couple that blue mohawk continued to mention. They were rather 'cute'. A very rare thing in this world.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Purple">The drink's doing pretty well. I don't get drunk or high or whatever else you wanna call it very easily. It's still easier for me to get hammered, though.</span>"<br/><br/>Tony let out a chuckle. It was warm, deep, and the slightest bit unnerving, as if he had some sort of secret knowledge about the inner workings of the world. In the very least he had that sort of knowledge about the criminal underworld, all gathered from being a skilled gun for hire. He took a small sip of his bottle, leaving about three quarters of the drink left. He sighed happily, alcohol coloring his breath. He looked over at the ghoul, his eyes glinting.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">It's always good to have another heavyweight around here.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>