<div align="center">A Reply For Ethereal Rose</div><br/>Thumbs rubs one of his extraneous thumbs across his wreck of a nose and it is plain that he is considering pushing the issue into a place that would not, honestly, be a very good place to visit. After a long while, he decides that stroking his ego is not more important than living to stroke his dick another day, and waves his creepy thumb-hand at Ethereal Rose. Or maybe it was at Black John, who walked outside. He did not go far, but he opened his ridiculous trousers and started pissing loudly. Ethereal Rose had the full, inglorious display available in the corner of her eye.<br/><br/>"About next time . . ." Thumbs began. "Simple enough. Simple enough. I saw glory boy get hauled off by some of Sundowner's fellas. Maybe you go make nice with Sundowner, you find out if he and glory boy are besties." He shifted around and suddenly got shorter, like he shrank three inches. Rose had the privilege of seeing Thumbs' ass waggle around as he sought something behind the bar. Eventually - though far too long for Rose's eyes to escape unharmed - he found something and tossed it to the woman, assuming that she would catch it. It was a gun-shaped object wrapped in old canvas - the kind of shit that they used to make tents out of it. Some kind of really non-biodegradable synthetic plastic shit that would stick around for hundreds of years. "If you're gonna see screwnuts, get him to fix that piece and bring it back to me when you come back tonight with my intel. Capiche?" Thumbs puffed out his chest, clambering up onto the bench to seem once again like a big man.<br/><br/>"Now get, if you're so fucking tired out. And you remember, you respect me. Under my roof, in the street, wherever: you fucking respect me."<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center">Sliver's Big Boy Big Day Adventure Excursion (Big Boy Pants Edition)</div><br/>There are, in this world, many fuck-ups. Many of them are not Rez's. Several of them are. Some of them, like Newt, have the potential to un-fuck themselves and not be fuck-ups. Others, like Slack-Jaw and Vaporub, will never not be fuck-ups but manage to be fuck-ups in areas that do not not make them useful.<br/><br/>And then, there are fuck-ups that make stars scream. Sliver is one such individual, the baddest part about his particular brand of fuck-uppery is that it is contagious, and in Uncle's hold, there is no one to prescribe an ointment for that shit.<br/><br/>At this particular moment, Sliver is not at Amanuel's cathedral. He probably<strong>ought</strong>to be, and if he were, right now, he would be doing his damnedest to shank Q and fuck the wound with a scabrous, infected penis. But the maelstrom is not a kind and loving entity that wishes eternal happiness for all human beings, so that is not happening. Instead, he is off drinking hardened lemonade with Rasputing, Toad-Butts, and Creedleback. Toad-Butts is sweating a lot, but that's nothing new: she's always sweating, even in the coldest night under the unwarming stars. Creedleback is more fussing with his scraggly-ass beard that is a total fucking joke and even Newt could grow a manlier one, but Creedleback keeps at and dreams, one day, to have a beard more beardeous than Vamp's.<br/><br/>And that's when Rat Sponge limps up to their table, and takes a seat, as welcome as if he wore the vulture feathers. Obviously, Rat Sponge does not.<br/><br/>"We got your stuff, Sponge-y." Sliver says slickly, exposing teeth in a manner that was way too evocative of Rez's mien. Sliver placed a leather pouch on the table, and Rat Sponge grabbed it, shoving it into dirty, filthy clothing. From it, Rat Sponge removed three silver devices. One was a palm-sized lump with a raised lump on one surface, otherwise perfectly smooth. The other two were a matched set of ear-wear, with buds meant to be stuck in the ear holes and rising and curling pieces to go around the lobe and hold them in place. Sliver smiled at the sight.<br/><br/><hr/>OOC: Remember: reading a person or a sitch means asking questions! Tell me which one(s) you are going to ask.