roach
he/him
thirty-five
june 5th
nimbasa, unova
heterosexual
bar owner / blk mkt dlr
grunt
DON'T FEAR NOTHING, SNAKE IS BLUFFING
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virgil roach
Pour Me Another (s,c)
POSTED ON Mar 23, 2021 7:28:13 GMT
“You think so?” His smirk agreed, despite his teasing. There it was. This woman had placed her trust in him, that easily. It was sort of jarring, considering the haul. He liked her; she was cute. For this reason alone, he would not take advantage. When they went down the steps, an unseen eye was already watching them, and opened the door. A gruff looking, armed man and his Tepig looked up at them and grunted, stepping aside and then closing the door when they’d entered. His eye hung on Alexandra Briarwood , suspiciously, but Roach kept walking, paying him no mind and sparing nary a passing glance. He ran this place. At first it would look like an extension of the bar. The stairs that led down, visible from a certain angle upstairs if you leaned over the counter. Always off-limits. Below, another two pool tables, several gaudy rugs, more cigars, leather. Moody lighting. He kept walking. Opened a door and held it for her. A couple of turns, and they came to another door which opened to what appeared to be a dead-end cave. It was cold and whispery. There were outlines in the dust where cages had come and gone, since it’d been swept last--yesterday. His hand went for a pokeball, and a Malamar was released. “This is what’s really down ‘ere. Don’ tell nobody.”The Malamar glowed and so did the rocky wall in front of them. It shook, and lowered, to reveal what was actually going on. Underneath the unassuming pub known as Ritual was a tunnel that went all the way under Slateport City, and eventually towards water—and a port. Several of Rocket knew about it. Of course, the higher ups, but maybe not someone as new as Lex. Then again, maybe she did. Or, maybe she'd heard rumors. “Goes all the way out t’ the water.” He reached to the side, grabbed a large lever and pulled it up with a light grunt. Beams of low light gradually flickered on, down to the next ‘door’ which opened to sea breeze and salty air. His chin nodded towards it, although it was so far that it was impossible to see. Luckily, a small sedan and a boxtruck sat cl ose by.
“Wan’ go t’ the beach?” He’d show her where to dock everything. Or drive it. Either worked, really. This was still the route. He removed another cigarette from his pocket and lit it casually.
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