...which is how all four of you end up in the usual haunt after the end of your workday. Now technically, Anya is too young to be in here, but she orders a carrot smoothie and as long as she's not in the bar proper and nobody sees her, it's all good. But she brings the laptop and a set of earpods so that you can freely discuss business without her snooping.<br/><br/>"Got a few leads I'm running down," is Junior's lead-in. "Dale and I figured out a way to, ah, make it look like someone else pulled that job with the Best Brands thing. And also, I'm playing a hunch. Sticky Dick is up to something and I'd rather be outside the blast radius when it goes south."<br/><br/>"You mean you're still pissed he left us with the tab?"<br/><br/>"Cheap fuck..."<br/><br/>"I'm working on a little something of my own," Dale purrs, xer eyes drifting to Anya for just a moment. "Nothing spectacular, I promise, but hopefully useful. I did manage to figure out where she's probably from."<br/><br/>"Cardonian, right?"<br/><br/>"Specifically the Duchy of Lythikos, which has been held by the House of Nevrakis for at least the last three hundred years. The current Duchess is a bit of a fireball."<br/><br/>"Also looks very hot in dress," Anya chirps, betraying that whatever she was doing, it wasn't loud enough to keep out the mention of her homeland.  Her hands make a very traditional gesture emphasizing an hourglass figure and she waggles her eyebrows. "Alas, is married! And straight. But that ass..."<br/><br/>Junior almost manages not to smile. Almost. But his scoff sounds a great deal like a near-miss of a laugh.