<br/><div class="floatright">(https://static1.e621.net/data/73/04/7304dc8f10fe674ae218fcb15bf72b4e.jpg)</div><strong>Meathead</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F45IckRWiHbGrf37buxSoLRk0CW4GhpKEC8bDNExUSk/edit)<br/><br/>Letting out a long yawn as he hid his weapon on his person and fixed his coat before sitting back in his seat, closing his eyes, Meat made himself comfy for now. He did smile warmly as he adressed they empmoyer."Bill, if you can convey to the Yakuza boss that at least one of us would be honored to have a drink with him in the near furure, that would be great. I feel we owe him a proper apology and respect for entering his turf like we did, even if it was for business. Just let him know the voodoo bar would be the prefered place to meet as it would make a solid nutral ground for all of us."