Remy pours himself a beer and offers a quiet cheers - look, he likes drinking, even if it takes twice his body weight of anything to get him properly drunk - taking a drink and leaning his elbows on the table before contributing to anything.
(He thinks of Rogue.)
"Lotta people upset about the blood." He sharpens the tip of his cigarette on the edge of their ash tray, and for all the world sounds as easy-going as he did before the segue. "That was some well done terrorism. Got a lot of dominoes knocked over real fast."
He takes another drag of his cigarette and blows out curls of smoke over their heads.
"I know a guy who's got documents pulled outta one of the other houses - rest of 'em are empty, either they were like that or somebody who ain't talkin' pulled 'em all out. More of the same, plus books about one of the local boogeymen myths. The Baker. And a partial list of names and CiD numbers from old cohorts. Said they couldn't find none of 'em."
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(He thinks of Rogue.)
"Lotta people upset about the blood." He sharpens the tip of his cigarette on the edge of their ash tray, and for all the world sounds as easy-going as he did before the segue. "That was some well done terrorism. Got a lot of dominoes knocked over real fast."
He takes another drag of his cigarette and blows out curls of smoke over their heads.
"I know a guy who's got documents pulled outta one of the other houses - rest of 'em are empty, either they were like that or somebody who ain't talkin' pulled 'em all out. More of the same, plus books about one of the local boogeymen myths. The Baker. And a partial list of names and CiD numbers from old cohorts. Said they couldn't find none of 'em."