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The Last Drop Grand Opening

Who: Whoever would like to attend the grand opening mingle at the Last Drop
Where: Entertainment District – The Last Drop
What: The grand opening of the night club / bar
Warnings: Alcohol and low-level drugs

The Last Drop opens big and loud with neon lights and music that booms from within to be heard from the streets. There are two large bouncers at the door, but they were allowing people in very freely on this night until the room was at capacity then there would be a line. The bouncers only stop those who are already three-sheets to the wind and could cause trouble, but otherwise, they are there to break up trouble as the night wears on.

Inside, there was smoke machines, flashing lights, loud music and the drinks were flowing to anyone that wanted. There was plenty of dancing, some dart boards along the walls, a jukebox, tables and booths for patrons to have drinks and discuss business.

There are stairs that lead up to a second floor to one side of the bar, lights on the stairs. There were people lounging on the stairs and it seemed to be ‘employees only’. Patrons were allowed the lounge there as well if they were tired of dancing or the tables or booths were occupied.

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[Silco leaned back in his chair again as the bouncer entered and as the contents of the bag where revealed, he made a considering noise in his throat. He knew those goods anywhere; in his youth, he and Vander would have stolen such things from Piltover. In Jinx's youth, she would have done the same thing. It had once been a right of passage to being accepted in Zaun's streets.

Then Vander made peace and the practice had died out. After Vander died, Silco had kept Zaun out of most of Piltover's business so he could continued to expand. A shame really. He supposed the beatings were the same on Piltover streets as it was on Zaun's.]

Leave these with me. I want to have a proper assessment on their worth done before we see that they are given their proper due.

[He provided no obvious sign that his daughter was in the rafters above. People would speak more freely if under the illusion they were alone after all.]

Is that all?

[ up above, while her eyes are glue to the device in her hands, her eyebrows quirk in curiosity to the conversation below. what did the bouncer find that would be so interesting for silco to keep? she's been through those docks before, and the items she made her crew scavenge weren't really much of any use. well, in her prospective, anyway. it meant something to the locals, apparently. but again, it might be due to their programming and coding to care so deeply.

the bouncer confirms this was all and there was nothing else, and if silco orders him to retreat back to the front of the establishment, he will do so without an uproar. even with the man gone, his daughter remains still — thinning her lips close together to keep herself from forming an unnecessary sound. another thing that the two of them do when it comes to business like this. the second rule is to always be silent for approximately two minutes after one leaves the room. one may never know if said person will burst into the room again due to a forgetful memory. ... unless that person is marcus or sevika. those two never tend to re-enter the office for anything. ]

[He waved the big man out of the office to return to his post, leaning forward in his chair to consider the items now on his desk. He pushed one or two around the case with his fingers until the bouncer had left, and he could hear those heavy footsteps receding down the stairs even over the beat of the base.

Like an instinct now, he waited a full two minutes mentally before he eased back into his chair and stared at the familiar wares. What were Piltover goods doing here in Aldrip? They held no sentimental value to him, but he also knew they had value. The docks could haul in many items, but these were items from a high ranking family. A scientist perhaps?

He glanced up towards the rafters.]

Do you know anything about this? We don't have a new high born from the city of progress here, do we?

[ it's a good thing her father is keeping count on their silence, because jinx somewhere lost where they were. so when he spoke, she lets out a zany-like "hmmmm????" and pokes her head out from the hammock to see for herself. despite needing to squint just a touch to see what the items are, she can still pinpoint the design and the craftsmanship from where she rests. ]

Nnnnnnope! I haven't seen any Topsiders lately, 'sides the Hat Lady. [ meaning caitlyn. ] — Maybe Santa brought them? He's been doing a lot of that lately. I mean, he brought this and I ate my boot for it!

[ not literally, of course, but she did doubt silco of santa's abilities to bring what they want. ]

[He still didn't reconcile this Santa character that Jinx prattled on about, but these were not items that belonged here. He would take advantage of them, aware of their value, but it also didn't matter what he thought of them so much as what others would value them for.]

Indeed, this place is attempting more and more do provide for us. I expect they are hoping to stifle possible rebellion by making us more comfortable. Another explosion at city hall is likely not on their list of repeat offenses they wish to experience.

[Perhaps the enforcer wanted these? No, it would come to her and likely not the docks. These had possibly come in randomly. Maybe, just maybe, he'd read into this bounty too much.]

Do you want any of this? You have first pick.

Huh?? Ew, gross, no! [ she flops back into her hammock, waving a dismissive hand at the items with disinterest. ] — Touching THAT stuff will give me hives. Super allergic to fancy-schmancy jewelry. What if they drool on it before it got here?

[ she is being horribly immature, and most definitely a touch from piltover's belongings will not give her any sort of rash. but it's her way of showing coldness to the components when they can very well be of profit if they truly tried. ]

You can have them.

[Silco shrugged his shoulders at her over-the-top reaction, not about to fight her on it. He could melt the gold down and make something else with it, and there were other metals that the forge could do plenty with. It wouldn't be worth keeping Piltover goods here in their current state at least, not with Caitlyn here to potentially make a fuss about it.]

As you wish. I'll have the metals melted down at the forge then. I'm certain they can make something better out of it.

Good. Our stuff had always been better.

[ at the last bit of her twists, jinx rakes her slender fingers through her split ends smoothly. her mental cogs spin in thought, then her pinks glimpse down below where her father rests again. ]

So how are we gonna do... all of this, anyway? — Being home, checking on The Last Drop, Seafood Shack, that sandwich place, flower shop, and the Blacksmith joint. This all seems a little... — [ she waves her hand in a circular motion as she tries to think of a word. ] — "busy". And you're not no spring chicken. ... No offense.

[He leaned forward enough to begin to unpack the bag and set out the items to grasp an understanding of exactly what was here. Their value ranged of course, but there was more of Piltover here than anywhere else in this false city.]

It is meant to be busy. Idle hands make the demon's work. [He liked to be busy, but yes, it was getting to be much.] My age aside, this enterprise is smaller than my last one. However, I agree that we will need someone to manage it in groups and report back to me.

And who's going to do that? [ she shushes for a second or two, just so she can rattle her own brain to cycle through her own list of candidates. ]

The only one I can come up with is Vash. He's a big sucker and would definitely do it. But he's only one guy, 'least you wanna own him, and I'd be okay with that!

[ and as for the rest of the chosen, well, many believe silco is up to no good (which is very ridiculous!) and she hadn't seen anyone who would fit the bill of the same loyalty they carry. ]

[There were options, but Silco wasn't certain that there was a good candidate yet. He would know them when he met them, of course. Vash was on a list of people he didn't hate and was intriguing but the young man didn't not have the disposition to run things. Maybe run away.]

I'm not certain he has the necessary meddle to handle such an endeavor. He seems to avoid long-term responsibility.

[He did find it interesting that Jinx would give Vash an approval at all. He glanced up at her in the rafters.]

He's met your approval, has he?

Uh-huh!

[ she lifts a hand and uses each digit to count out vash's wonderful qualities, whether her father can see them from a distance or not. ]

He's a pushover, a "yes" man, pathetic, easily manipulative, a wuss, happy-go-lucky, and does whatever I say, so Jinxie likey. He'd be waaaaaaay better than the old Ogre...! You'll see.

[ his daughter shifts in her hammock to now sit upright, her legs dangling as she preps herself to hop down to his desk — and also giving him a head ups to move his belongings. ]

His whacko brother is gone, too. So, that's a thorn outta my side and an additional plus!

[Well, at least Vash met Jinx's approval for being walked all over, and while that was amusing and easy to keep in line, it wasn't the kind of person that he needed in charge of running important aspects of his growing empire.

Unfortunately for Jinx, Silco needed a Sevika, not a push over.]

I need someone who follows orders but can make decisions without constantly having to come to me. Unfortunately, I don't believe that Vash has the ability to commit to anything but whimsy.

[Yet, he knew there was something more to Vash. He just hadn't been able to unearth it to the surface yet. Richard on the other hand... that could be someone he would like to put into a position of power to see how the man did.]

I didn't dislike his brother. He had a lot to offer. You didn't like him as he offered competition for the most heinous of acts on the streets. [Said with a fondness only a father could have for their child.]

[ ah, poor vash. maybe with proper training, he could be the man silco dreams for, but with how things are, who has the time to teach puppies how to play fetch and roll over? she certainly doesn't, nor does she have the patience. it takes a very unique individual for jinx to make extra room for her already busy schedule.

the girl frowns over the commendation of knives, and she rolls her eyes in a typical teenager manner with a dramatically head tilt. ]

Nooooo, it was because he was crazy!! [ pot meet kettle. ] — Only insane lunatics kill people all willy-nilly without a purpose. Those people are dangerous and can't be trusted. You bring him in, and he'll betray you the moment he sees an opening.

[ a brief pause, as she trims down her theatrics and says with a smoother tone: ]

I'm just looking out for you. I do a lotta stakeouts, so... I know how to spot all the rust in cogs and junk.

[Little did either of them know was that Vash was triple their age, which would turn Silco off even more if he knew. He had learned to deal with plenty of immature individuals in his lifetime out of the need to use them for his cause, but that one... might be a lost case.

He raised his eyebrow at her claim Knives was crazy. Demented maybe but insane? He was still on the fence about that.] To play devil's advocate, he had been transported here and hadn't coped well with his arrival. Besides, he said he hated humans, which seems cause enough.

[He hadn't made assessment enough to determine if loyalty was a priority for Knives. He might never find out and that was a shame.]

I appreciate you watching my back. I've recruited a considerable amount to our cause, so I have experience weeding out the bad cogs in our machine. Three eyes are better than one.

[You know, since he only had one fully functioning eye, that's all he could contribute.]

[ feeling she gave her father enough of a warning, jinx throws herself off of the rafters and lands poorly on his writing desk. a few of his paperwork breeze away from the table and onto the floorboards, but all in all, most of the things are still in tact. her sea of open blue hair mask most of his other work, however jinx doesn't seem to care much of it, as she cocks her head to one shoulder — ogling her father inquisitively. ]

So let's smash our three eyes together. Vash is out, soooo... who's next on the list? — Ragna's already our bodyguard, so he's out too.

[Warning enough, indeed. Silco was so used to this behaviour that he only had to watch her descent and turned in his chair to face her new position. A few scattered papers were nothing new and even less bothersome to him. She missed sitting on the Piltover valuables, and he reached out to push them to the left so there was no risk of her coming into contact with them by accident.

He met her gaze evenly.] Ragna also wouldn't want actual responsibility; doesn't he also have a church now? [He thought a moment.] Your appraisal of Ange the demon summoner? There are also two members of royalty who recently arrived, no crown upon their heads yet.

[ at the mention of ange, jinx leans back on her hands and gazes back up to her perch — as if she's reminiscing an old friend who passed away so very long ago. ]

Aaaah, Grets. She's a babe, but reaaallly not into the "fun" stuff. It's always, "Jinx, don't do this. Jinx, don't do that. Think of the people you might affect when you blow them up!"

[ her mocking her friend's scold suddenly leads her into remembering something. ]

... Aw, shoot. I was supposed to let her know whenever I did something — [ jinx lifts a hand, then wiggles her index and middle to do air quotes.] — "bad". Guess no treat for me this time!

[ his daughter doesn't sound that brokenhearted about the whole ordeal, especially when there's a smirk curling over her lips. ]

But Royals, huh? What good will they do?

[The whole 'not into fun stuff' made her someone that he expected he could run a right ship here, and that's what he was looking for. If she ever managed to summon a demon, she would be useful to have around to protect their interests as well. Either way, few seemed to mess around with Ange and Jinx already enjoyed tormenting her.]

So she meets your approval. You do enjoy harassing her from what I've seen, so keeping her close would provide opportunities to do so more regularly.

[He wasn't certain how royalty worked in other worlds. The two here appeared to be playing a game with limited end, though he hadn't devised what they wanted. He wasn't certain they knew what they wanted either.]

They know how to sit pretty and give orders, I assume. You and I wouldn't know; we're sumprats to them.

[ to show of her understanding, jinx points her index and middle fingers to both of her eyes and then to his, indicating, "keep an eye on her by keeping her close, got it!". she then shimmies a little more into her seat and closes the gap between them, dropping her head against his temple as she inspects the dirt underneath her nails.]

Hm, I think they're the real sumprats. I bet if you toss them into a scrap, they won't survive two seconds out there. Royals need to learn how to fight, right? Isn't that how that goes?

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[He nodded his head at her non-verbal gesture, and he expected that there were other candidates to consider. He expected that Ange might be one of the better fits, but he likely had to keep things above board for her. She didn't strike him as the type who would engage willing with crime.

He remained where he was, letting her lean in on him. It was a comfort to have her here and discussing business.]

Hmm, one might but the Council is still out on the other. [He shrugged one shoulder.] The question remains if they have it in them to make a play for power.

[ the cogs in her mind revolves again, and her eyes drift off to her hands and then to his. she soaks up how their complexions differ from one another, and the lifetime between them. jinx had taken in their divergence possibly a thousand times, but it's something she has yet to grow weary of observing over.

and despite the duo being from different generations, they're still aligned and united — even with so many new people being involved in their personal lives. in fact, sometimes it's a little weird talking about other people who aren't just the two of them (or sevika or piltover). time really has changed and shaped since their stay here, but at least she can still lean against him like this, and have reserved quiet moments just for them. his daughter stretches over to take a hold of his hand, using her own fingernail to pick off any dirt underneath his. ]

... You think we'll ever find the Council? Maybe they're hiding somewhere in those other cities we haven't visited yet.

[Silco considered her question for a long silent moment, staring off across the room as he played all angles of the words over. It was likely supposed to be nothing more than a yes or no question, but it was rather loaded and the implications were varied and complicated.

He didn't refuse her taking his hand, letting her do as she pleased as he continued to think. Her little acts of grooming and taking care of him were no longer strange after all their time together, and she was the only one he let do so.]

I don't actually know if there is a Council to find. This place may manifest something meant to be, but whether it is an entity that actually exists remains to be seen. City Hall remains the hub of their power, and we should remain focused on that for now.

And they haven't bothered you any, right? I just wanna make sure.

[ finishing picking dirt with one hand, jinx reaches over to his other and does the same thing. she knows her father will let her know if the council, or in this case, jerry came to him recently, but life in aldrip get extremely busy, and some events do tend to fall underneath the cracks. ]

... When I'm done, do you want to brush my hair?

No, I have avoided their scrutiny for the time being. I keep my dealings as close to board as possible currently.

[He gave up his other hand for her inspection, moving the one she had already worked on up to look at. Then he set it on the desk, pushing a piece of paper with his index finger. He expected that the Council or whoever ran this show would find a way to interfere, but he would deal with that when it occurred.]

I can, yes. Are you planning on sleeping here tonight?

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