Yay new chapter. Yeah not much of an AN this time. I'm a rather sad girl today. Sigh.

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Rumors

It was just another day in Roanapur. There was booze, blood, hookers in shady corners, poor men being tossed into the harbor. Just another ordinary day. Except it wasn't. Today was the day of great celebration. The much awaited incident took place last night and many a men became richer by a couple hundred dollars. What was the great incident? Well the word on the street was that the Lagoon girl and the chink pacifist had finally done it.

Why was this so important to the people of the city? Well, when your life saving depends on something it tends to become important.

Inside the yellow flag…..

A random blonde named RJ walked with a spring in his step. He was happy, very happy. He had won three hundred bucks from his two dumbass buddies; who were now waiting at the table for him to bring their mugs of beer. He could still hear the random whispers about said incident.

Walking up to his friends he set down the mugs and took a seat. The brunette rookie thug looked sad. Understandable cause he did just loose the years biggest bet. He grabbed his glass and took several gulps before slamming it back down and spilling a bit on the table.

"What the fuck is yer problem, eh?" RJ asked him, eyeing him slightly.

"He ain't gotten himself a lay yet." The third guy, Marky, replied with smirk.

"Shut up Marky!" Allan shoved the national symbol of Roanapur in his face.

"Ease up man!" RJ put up his hands in an effort to calm the man down. "Stop being such a bitch and I just might tell you more about the whole incident."

"Yeah what the hell really happened?"

"All righty then, you know that it happened last night right? Well it happened right here in one of the rooms upstairs. One of Madam Flora's girls heard it and well the rest is history."

"And…" Allen hinted at RJ to continue.

"And what? That's it." RJ exclaimed. "What did you think? There'd be a whole romantic comedy?"

Suddenly the door crashed open and in walked the two hot topics of the city of sin. Two hands walked in first dragging the poor salary man behind her. They took their usual seats and she ordered her usual rum. The bar remained silent as though waiting for something, anything to happen. A random cough seemed rather loud and awkward. The tattooed woman turned around, gun in hand and shouted out,

"What the fuck are ya'll looking at? Ya'll wanna meet yer ancestors already? Huh?" The salary man by her side fidgeted uncomfortably. Poor kid.

And with that the bloody, boozy, brawly bustle returned.

Last night, Yellow Flag, hotel room…

Rock sat on the bed while Revy was in the loo. It had been a hard day. The cargo they had to deliver to Rowan got mixed up with the one they had to deliver to Balalaika. The results….not good. It had taken nearly two hours for Rock to talk the queen into lowering her gun from his crotch. Revy had found it particularly funny. Dutch and Benny had decided to head back and get some rest while Revy had dragged a rather tired Rock to the Flag for some hardcore alcohol poisoning.

He leaned back on his arms and tried to stretch them. Something sticky and wet was under his palm. Pulling his hands back he wiped them on his pants with a disgusted look on his face. Just then Revy walked out of the washroom and kicked off her boots to sit cross legged on the bed. She had said she wanted to do something fun. So here he was waiting for her to reveal the fun activity.

"So, what are we gonna do?" Rock asked carefully. He eyed Revy suspiciously, that grin didn't seem very…..nice?

"Oh nothing much Rock." With that she reached into her shorts pocket and pulled out a small plastic packet.

Monica stood outside the door to the room with her ear connected to the door. She had just been passing by after finishing off her client, a rather fat fuck, when she heard voices from within the room. And it was pure curiosity. She could have sworn it was the Two hand woman in there.

"Revy I can't…please we can't….I'm not doing this." Rock stuttered.

"C'mon Rock!" Revy cackled at his terrified expression." Don't tell me you've never done this before."

"I have but...It isn't right." He said pushing himself off the bed and away from her. "I mean what about the example I should set?" suddenly he felt desperate.

Revy stared at him like he had grown an extra head.

"Set an example for who Rock?" Even Rock new that was a crappy excuse.

"But it isn't right Revy!"

"Hey donkey Kong, you've been in this place for how long now? And this is how you get at something so simple?" Revy questioned in her trademark fuck you tone. How she could say a whole sentence like that was beyond him, but she did have a point.

"Pussy" and Revy knew she'd struck a nerve when Rock stalked over to her, looming a couple of inches over her. She couldn't help but smirk when he reached out and snatched the deck from her hand.

"You're on." Rock growled once they had finally settled on the bed with the cards laid out for a game of poker.

That's it. Boring I know. But at least it's an update. Reviews are well loved.