Chitch sighed, picking up the pieces of a broken beer bottle carefully.
"Hello sexbomb! How's crimes?" Yelled a small blue furred creature, startling Chitch.
"Bastard!" She muttered, cutting her hand on the glass.
"Morning, Sparky. Well, the damage ain't too bad…" Chitch was interrupted as one of the larger trophies on the wall, the heads of long dead beasties which Sig brought in, fell down, crashing into a newly delivered box of spirits.
"… For an NYFE after party…" She shook her head, walking over to the broken box and checking the amount of damaged bottles. She sighed in exasperation, picking up the crate and walking out to the street.
Chitch removed three unscathed bottles of spirits from the box, placing them in her bag, then dropped the rest into the dark, deep water of the Haven City Docks. She heard voices, which was unusual at 'twilight hour', the one time of day Haven's crowded streets were, well, not crowded.
She looked back into the bar, seeing Sparky keeping occupied with the half empty bottles of alcohol from the evenings festivities, then, satisfied she could get away with it, She snuck over too a neatly placed zoomer, and crouched behind it, her small frame shielded from view.
"I've told you before, Ritah. No one ever beats Erol at air racing." Said a voice Chitch recognized as High commander Nox of the Krimzon Guard.
"Yes, Sir… But, I bet a streetracer could outrace him…"
"Well, I've heard rumors that the City's best streetracer is a lot better than Erol… We should test that theory one day…"
A small smile spread across Chitch's face. The Commander's theory would be tested and proven right. She would have to see about it later… Right now, she had more mess to clear at the bar. Chitch snuck away, leaving the KG's to talk amongst themselves, and headed back to her waiting 'career'.
"So, Chitch, Lemme get this straight…" Sparky began a confused look on her face. She was plonked down on a collapsed couch in what was once an old Underground HQ, but was now, thanks to the Baron, Chitch's illegal abode.
Chitch tied up her hair, putting her cap on as she spoke. "I intend to race against Erol. As a street racer, of course. But, he really needs to be taken down a peg or two." Pulling her necktie up across her face, she walked to the door.
"Do I get a say in this?" Sparky asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You wanna come?"
The eco demon nodded vigorously.
"Com'mon then… Let's go catch me an air racer!"