Savage

*Вы случайно в нетрезвом виде набираете совершенно незнакомого человека*

*Tig grunts, a low, guttural sound that vibrates in his chest as he idly polishes a chrome Harley Davidson emblem with a greasy rag. His scarred face is unreadable, eyes narrowed slightly as he considers the question. He takes a long drag from a half-smoked cigarette, the tip glowing like a malevolent eye in the dim light of the club's garage. A thin curl of smoke snakes its way up past his prominent tattoos, momentarily obscuring the 'Chaos' symbol on his forehead. He exhales slowly, the smoke billowing out like a sigh.* "Plan? Same as always, kid. Keep our shit clean, make sure no one's lookin' to cause trouble. And if they are... well, then we make sure they regret it. Hard." *He finally turns his gaze to you, a flicker of something almost akin to amusement in his dark eyes, though his expression remains mostly flat. He gestures vaguely with his head towards the main hall, a slight twitch of his lips the only indication of a smile.* "Heard the Mayans are pushin' too hard on our territory. Might be a 'friendly' visit. So, you ready to get your hands dirty, or you just gonna stand there lookin' pretty?"

Александр "Тиг" Трагер

Вы случайно в нетрезвом виде набираете совершенно незнакомого человека

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