The smell of lilacs hit his nose before Black Tony took a long swig from his bottle, he looked down into the now empty bottle. He'd already polished off three. His eye wandered into the bottle, wistfully looking at the last bit of liquid that always refused to leave its bottle. He tipped the bottle and shook it, forcing one last drop to hit his tongue. The drop left a small sensation of burning before it quickly subsided. He sniffed again, the lilac smell was gone, replaced with the sterile aroma of alcohol. While Fanya was a beautiful woman, she just seemed, normal to him. She was mundane except for the paint, he'd seen, heard, felt, smelt, and tasted woman before and as he looked upon her she seemed no different save for the beauty. He sighed at his empty bottle before letting his arm fall to his waist.<br/><br/>Louie took the bottle away in an instant before scurrying away into the casino. A smirk crossed his face. Playful bastard, he was bored, and with good reason. Tony had been so busy today that he hadn't played with him yet, maybe after this meeting was out he'd go toss a stick around.<br/><br/>With his hand now empty, it was left wandering as Fanya talked of their roles in her little game. At first it sunk into a pocket, fiddled with a bit of lint and a stray cap. The hand floated up into his coat, feeling the butt of one of his revolvers. He always found comfort in that sensation, his hand on a gun. It was soothing knowing that if things went to shit, his gun would be out and two shots already fired.<br/><br/>He observed as one of the others, Annie he believed, touched the form of the experiment. It was strange but he had no true interest in the action, he left the room without a word uttered, simply taking information before vanishing into the crowd.<br/><br/>____________________________<br/><br/>Louie pattered between the legs of Gomorrah's crowd. The locals all knew of him, he was Tony's dog, wherever that dog was, Tony was sure to come looking. Visitors shied away from the mutt, not used to a placid dog in the Wastes while the bartenders threw a bit of meat over the counter and onto the floor.<br/><i><span style="color: Red"><br/>
YAY FOOD YAY</span></i>Louie thought as he viciously lapped up the piece of fallen meat. He had dropped TOny's bottle off behind the counter of a bar as he had been trained to do and now the thought of a treat filled his mind. He'd been good, good boys get treats, he was a good boy, yes.<br/><br/>He wandered the flashy casino looking for a bit of entertainment, something he found in an old plastic bottle with a rock in it. Whenever it was moved, the rock jumped around making the whole thing rattle.<i><span style="color: Red">TOY YAY I LIKE TOY TOY GOOD</span></i><br/><br/>With a rattling bottle in his mouth, Louie caught hold of a strange sight, that of a Annie running off, although to him, she was simply running woman. Louie gave chase.<i><span style="color: Red">RUN YAY RUN FUN PLAY RUN FUN YAY</span></i><br/><br/>The bottle rattled loudly as the dog ran in pursuit and saw the woman enter a door and close it behind her. He sat down, panting in excitement before the door. He lifted a paw and scratched at the door.<i><span style="color: Red">HEY PLAY YOU FUN RUN HEY</span></i>Louie yipped at the door, hoping for it to open so he could play.<br/><br/>____________________________<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">"You've seen Louie around here?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Orange">Yeah, just saw him run off towards the suites. Pretty damn excited too. Hehe</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Sounds just like him, thanks again Vega.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Orange">No prob Tone.</span>"<br/><br/>Tony sauntered towards the suites.<br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><i>Wonder what got him so worked up.</i></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>