[He chuckles at her reaction, at her already picking up that it's more fun to make fun of the local idiot kids who think they're hot shit than to take them too seriously, and waves a hand.]
Nah but they got dogs. Lots of 'em. Rottweiliers an' pit bulls or whatever. I dunno, it's kinda fucked up. They win a lot of their cash gambling on those dogs though so I guess it works for them.
[He shrugs and blows out a plume of smoke, then gets up to have a look at the water. It's hot, bubbling, not boiling exactly, but close enough. He tucks his hand into his sleeve to grab the thermos given it's probably too hot to touch otherwise, and sits back down with it so he can dump some of that powdered coffee and give it a shake.]
So those are most of our immediate neighbors, but since we run cargo outta Long Beach an' also since we have a couple dealers parked downtown most nights, we always gotta keep our eyes open. That's the real thing to know. If you're on the edge of our zone, or if you're in a contested spot we don't fully control, you gotta be there with people, always gotta have someone who has your back. You know, people get sloppy an' we lose 'em. An' that sucks, babe. That hurts.
[And not just that it hurts the crew, their operations, but it hurts him and everyone else individually, losing friends to deals gone bad or mistakes turned lethal. He knows it, and he's just put everyone else through it himself with his own stupid mistake. Should've been more careful, shouldn't have poked his nose into something on his own. He didn't know what exactly he'd gotten himself into, though. It's sure as hell not his fault, he's the victim, not the fucking murderous thugs that came for him.]
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Nah but they got dogs. Lots of 'em. Rottweiliers an' pit bulls or whatever. I dunno, it's kinda fucked up. They win a lot of their cash gambling on those dogs though so I guess it works for them.
[He shrugs and blows out a plume of smoke, then gets up to have a look at the water. It's hot, bubbling, not boiling exactly, but close enough. He tucks his hand into his sleeve to grab the thermos given it's probably too hot to touch otherwise, and sits back down with it so he can dump some of that powdered coffee and give it a shake.]
So those are most of our immediate neighbors, but since we run cargo outta Long Beach an' also since we have a couple dealers parked downtown most nights, we always gotta keep our eyes open. That's the real thing to know. If you're on the edge of our zone, or if you're in a contested spot we don't fully control, you gotta be there with people, always gotta have someone who has your back. You know, people get sloppy an' we lose 'em. An' that sucks, babe. That hurts.
[And not just that it hurts the crew, their operations, but it hurts him and everyone else individually, losing friends to deals gone bad or mistakes turned lethal. He knows it, and he's just put everyone else through it himself with his own stupid mistake. Should've been more careful, shouldn't have poked his nose into something on his own. He didn't know what exactly he'd gotten himself into, though. It's sure as hell not his fault, he's the victim, not the fucking murderous thugs that came for him.]