It's Film Noir see~

[badluckbabe]

Who: Jinx, Noir and Open to all
What: Film Noir has settled on the city
Where: The Digital Dive Bar
When: Sunday Evening



The world is made up of shades of black, white and grey.

Figuratively speaking, it's difficult at times to see where right and wrong lay as shadows of selfish motives and sinful opportunities present themselves and weaken even the most pure hearted. The shades of grey can lead them astray and turn you about till you can't even recognize yourself in the mirror anymore.

Also literally. As night fell upon the city the very color seemed to drain from the world and the clothing and lingo seemed to change to match.

The Digital Dive Bar was a seedy little joint on the north end of Terminal Tokyo, located in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty and adjacent to the Crest of Desire District.

It was the kind of shady bar where you could go to forget yourself for a few hours. Less reputable Digimon liked to gather here and drink away their problems. Some night this gathering of reprobates and rouges was downright cheery.

Tonight was not one of those nights.

A fog of cigar smoke filled the air above their heads as a crooked poker game was played out hour by hour with the chips gradually changing hands from one Mon to another. A vixen of a Renamon worked the bar flirting her way to tips and smoking from a long elegant cigarette holder. She wore a slinky black number that clung to her curves like so many men and mon would be happy to do behind closed doors.

 

Comments

[bigsoftie]

Well well yourself, green boy. Impmon spins in his chair with the most unimpressed lip pout he can muster. Better not call Leatherhead, not yet.

"Sit down before you make a mess, kid.

Impmon thumps the bar counter again. What do you do to get a drink around here?! Whatever, back to Beastboy.

"So what do you want, a medal?"

[changelingdude]

"Do you have one?" He chuckled amusing only himself with his particular sense of humor.

"How's business?" He added with a sharp toothed smile. "I hear rumors of course, but I like to hear it from the Mon's mouth."

[bigsoftie]

Impmon scoffed, "Whatever floats your boat.

Oh wait, that sounds kind of bad. Quick, head into panicky defensive mode, "Whatever you think, they're not true! Unless they're good then they're true."

[changelingdude]

He playfully rolls his eyes "Well if that's the case I guess you don't want to hear the skinny about a big cheese shipment getting brought into town huh?"

[bigsoftie]

Ears immediately perk up, "...alright, I'm listening. Heather, get in on this too."

[changelingdude]

"Well..." He fiddled with his straw with a sly smile, "I know that I'm gonna be buying up alot of the soy cheese and feta that they have...so whoever got ahold of it would be getting my money. And you know with cheese being in such high supply you'd have a strangle hold on the market. It's all just a matter of knowing when and where they're gonna show right?"

[bigsoftie]

"Boy, don't I know it..." wait a mean minute, this sounds too good to be true, "Alright, spill it, what do you want? Don't get too greedy, my bodyguard don't like greedy."

[changelingdude]

A chuckle, "ooo yes, big scary dude could fold me like a pretzel. So the punch line is I want all the soy cheese, and forty percent of the take as a finders fee."

He'd do it himself but the information he wasn't sharing was the truck being guarded by gross numemon goons. A mess he just didn't want to deal with.

[bigsoftie]

Impmon paused as he mulled over the thought. What was the worst that could happen? As far as he knew it was the deal of a life time. He extended one hand to the green guy, "You drive a hard bargain, but got yourself a soy cheese and a finder's fee."

[changelingdude]

"Woohoo!" He pumped a fist in the air. "I knew you were the guy to go to. Not like that chedderhead Don Chuumon." He dug around in his pocket and produced a slip of paper.

"The date and time of the delivery. They'll be coming into the city from the south. What you do with this info is none of my business yo." He slid the paper across the bar to Impmon.

"Gotta keep my hands clean for my partner." He explained. "Wouldn't do for a rising starlet to be seen consorting with less then desirable types."

[bigsoftie]

And of course Impmon was more than happy accept. The digimon took the paper from his business partner. Sweet, sweet victory.

"This better be worth it. Cause if it is, you'll get your cut. If not..."

He snapped his fingers. From behind Leatherhead leaned over, giving a sharp glare.

[changelingdude]

Beastboy rolled his eyes and took a straw out of a nearby dispenser peeling part of the tip and blowing into the straw launching the paper at Leatherhead to show how unimpressed he was with the thug.

Beastboy had never had a very strong sense of self preservation.

"It'll be worth it. I wouldn't come to you two if it wasn't."