Tales from Underway

[Tina]

Clover pulled out a twenty from her purse.
"Can you split a twenty...I don't have much else." She said as she was basically was homeless. The twenty was this weeks pay.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Alka nodded as he opened the till and put the 20 in, returning $18 change. "You know, with all the fights going on recently, I would've thought there would be more bruised thugs coming in to drink away their scars."

[Rayleonarde]

Alex retrieved his money, and sighed, taking another drink. "Wonder what happens next..."


Wolfe rode through the streets in his custom built, completely bulletproof limousine, trying to clear his head. Little Red, however set about rallying her troops, for a push against Wolfe's meagre amount of claimed blocks.


Several gang members, about five or six, walked into Alka's establishment, boisterous and loud, and demanded drinks.
"Yo! D'ya see that one guy? Got brain'd all over the post-box!"
"Haha! Yeah, man! S'good one! Hey! Barkeep! Get us some drinks, will ya?!"
"Yeah! C'mon barkeep! We ain't the waitin' types!"

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Alka sighed and muttered "Here we go..." Under his breath. Looking over at the group he pulled out a few glasses and started filling them up with some <REMOVED>. "I can only work so fast boys, give me a minute."

[Rayleonarde]

"Well, work faster man! C'mon, we're parched!" The six gangers were cajoling and pushing each other like giddy school-children, when one's fist went wild, and struck a nearby patron, neatly knocking out the victim. After a brief moment of silence, the gansters began laughing.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Alka noticed them nearly knock out the customer and stopped pouring drinks. He put both his arms on the table in front of him and calmly, yet firmly stated, "You lot need to cool your jets, before the lot of you get cut off. Take a seat, wait for your drinks and stop **censor** with my customers. Otherwise, we're gonna start having some problems."

[Rayleonarde]

One of the younger members, obviously effected by Alka's firm tone, nodded. "Y-Yeah, a-alright old man. Jeez...It was just an askident (sic)."

The others just rolled their eyes, and sighed, leaning back in their seats.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Alka rolled his eyes and resumed pouring the final drink before they got loaded onto a tray. He lifted it up with one paw and began walking it over to the gang. "By the way, it's $6 a glass." He said as he approached the group and set the tray down onto their table.

[Rayleonarde]

The older gansters merely chuckled, and one spoke up. "Sure it is, old man." They had no intention of paying, and did a pretty poor job of showing it.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

"Ey, you're the one who's gonna get followed up. Not me." He grinned as he said before he leaned towards the one who spoke up. "And between me and you guys, it's not a pretty sight." He chuckled as he turned right around and proceeded walking back to the counter. "$6, if you've forgot. Per glass."

[Tina]

"I would listen to him boys...or you will be sorry." Clover said as she was sipping her diet coke. She didn't care if these were pack members or reds but she wasn't afraid to teach them a lesson. Plus her boys were not to far away.

[Rayleonarde]

The gangsters merely rolled their eyes, and took to their drinks.


Alex, having finished his water, got up and left.


The police had gotten closer to their breaking point. Both Dee and Dum wanted to draw in more reinforcements, but weren't sure where from.

[Rocco Rex]

Cabur went for a walk in a not so great part of town, looking for scoundrels.

[Rayleonarde]

A large individual, oddly constructed, staggered into Alka's place, looking distraught.


The gangsters walked out, the youngest of which picked up the bill, a note attached. It simply read 'I'm sorry my friends were so rude.'


Riot police were deployed near the police station, attempting to quell the uprising one block at a time.


Several miscreants were tailing Cabur, curious as to where he was headed.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Alka smiled as he saw the note. Violence is a learnt skill. Not inherent. Teach someone how to be nice... they'll be nice. With that he turned around and put the money into the till before turning to the individual. "Welcome. You lost?"