Richard steps out of the Black Bottom Bar into the streets, the cold night air stinging his eyes and tingling his rosy cheeks, he had a few to drink and was excited about the events to come. He walked for about 15 minutes, aimlessly killing time before a car finally pulled up to him and opened it's door. Inside was his faithful companion Anton with another man he didn't recognize, but frankly didn't care enough to ask. because it didn't matter, odds are he wouldn't go by his real name anyway. Richard hopped in the passengers seat and closed the door, and the car sped off. Richard opened the glove compartment and as per instruction there were three masks, a gun and bottle of Cuervo. Richard smiled wide and distributed the masks to his 'pals' and holstered his gun, which due to a lack of a jacket, was very visible. He uncapped the Cuervo and took a long sip, burning his throat as it went down, Richard was already starting to feel more confident. Power of positive thinking, he assumed. Richard stared out the passenger side window in a comfortable silence as they drove, thankful for a ride, because estimated the walk would take him about 2 hours. And he really didn't want to run into any of his 'Friends-In-Denial' as he called them. Although they were wouldn't hesitate to off him given the chance, which he knew they would never get. Tapping his fingers on the dash, Richard starts picking at Anton while he's driving, poking him in the ribs, stealing his gun and telling bad knock knock jokes, which he never laughed at. A few times he almost got into an accident due to Richard prodding. Richard stopped when he spotted his destination, 'The White Hart' an exquisitely named pub that conjures images of elegant bars, men in suits drinking expensive vintages. Named itself after an old king or something, Richard wasn't really sure, all he knew was the bar was not named well. Despite it's name the bar is a dilapidated shithole providing respite for the cities thugs, rapists, and rats. The sight of the place made Richards blood boil, he chose this place for that reason, who's going to investigate someone knocking over a place like this, as far as he's concerned Richards providing a public service. As the car slowed to a stop Richard pulled his balaclava over his face and checked his clip and cocked his gun. Ready to roll.

      Richard steps out of the car along with Anton and the other hired thug and slips his gun in his holster, firmly wrapped around his shoulder, the leather pocket-like holster falls near his waist, weight of the gun tugging the straps down. Richard heads to the back of the car and opens the trunk, looking in he spots a spare tire and a crowbar, stuffed in the tire is 3 duffel bags, he grabs them and hands the other two to his partners in crime, also sporting balaclavas, but the others are wearing dark suits, a contrast from Richard's own white collared shirt and black vest. Shouldering his duffel bag Richard walks up to the door of The White Hart and draws his gun, the door is a windowless wooden door rotting from the inside out, it looks more like moldy plywood rather than an actual door, a sign hung above the door, an outline of where they initially planned to hang a neon sign, but it was too expensive. Richard takes a step back, and drives the heel of his boot into the center of the door, effectively knocking the old door off it's hinges, tearing part of the frame with it. Richard and Anton took the lead guns drawn the made their way into the main room, from down a long hallway and fired a few shots into the roof to get everyone's attention a shout, Richard realized, would have sufficed, as there were barely anyone in the room, save for a few people at the bar and a around 10 scattered around the room at tables. The inside of the bar somehow managed to be even more rundown than the outside, the whole room smelled like mold and the roof sagged from ears of moisture building up in the wood, the drywall in the walls was all cracked most of the paint peeled off, and holes in the wall scattered liberally around the room. The patrons of the bar looked as dilapidated as the bar itself. Everyone, excluding the bartender, were dressed in raggy clothes and tattered shoes, most looked like they hadn't bathed in days. The two shots that were fired into the roof successfully got everyone's attention and waking a few drunks passed out at the bar. One particularly smelly man stood up to fight Richard, apparently too drunk to realize Richard had a gun and two men. Richard quickly dispatched the ragged thug with a forceful strike to the base of his nose with handle of his pistol. Not another patron rose to block his path as he made his way to the bartender. Richard shouted again for all the patrons to leave the bar or catch a bullet, they obliged, save for the man slumped on the floor that Richard had struck. The bartender looked scared and was quick to shovel the money into Richards hands, that wasn't what he was here for, but he took it regardless. Richard pointed the gun into the mans forehead and demanded all the liquor from the shelves and in the back. The scrawny man delivered, soon Anton's and Richard's duffel bags were full, and Richard commanded him to go get the backroom stuff, and sent his hired thug with him to fill his bag. They both disappeared into the backroom and Richard laughed loudly at Anton and clasped a hand on his shoulder 'Did you see the look on his face? Bloke almost pissed himself' Richard laughed out fondly. Then suddenly a shot rang out and Richard was so startled he almost dropped his bag. Anton and Richard made a move to go to the back when suddenly two new men clad in expensive suits, and the bartender all armed with semi automatic rifles. Anton threw a bar stool at the group and the pair darted backwards taking cover by an overturned table. Richard heard a man on a staticy old radio call for backup and suddenly he heard the telltale sounds of car brakes screeching. Richard grabbed a nearby chair with and signaled to Anton to get ready as he threw the chair with all his strength at the trio knocking one down and surprising the others for a small moment, when suddenly Anton rose with Richard and peppered the three with lead. The duo rose and hopped the dead men, and dashed through the back room as the reinforcements arrives and out the backdoor through an alleyway.

      Richard and Anton were sprinting through the alleyway when shots sounded behind them, they ducked their heads and kept running. circling the block, and arriving back to their car. Anton threw the bags in the back while Richard started the car, once he heard the door close he sped off, the men behind him shooting, a few actually hit the back of the car, and one was wedged in the visor above Richard's head. With a sudden manic laugh Richard pulls his phone out and dials up Vincent, explaining the situation and asking to meet somewhere.

        Richard pulls over when he sees Vincent at the spot they decided to meet. He's pretty sure he lost them, maybe. Richard and Anton hop out to greet Vincent. When asks he turns a bit sheepish and says ' It's a long story, but yeah, one of us didn't make it, but we got the liquor!' Richard adds, pointing at his trunk, clearly getting more excited. 'It's a lot of it too' Richard walks over to the trunk, opening it showing off the 2 duffel bags full of a variety of different hard liquors. 'Anton and that dead guy stuck up another place too, and I told them to bring it back to The Black Bottom Bar. 'I've got a shipment coming of more classy drinks, like wines and champagnes too' Richard smiles brightly at the thought of more adventure. 'After this we have enough hard liquor to do us, so the next step is to get the tables, but I'll leave that up to you.' Richard gives a knowing wink

        Richard perks up at the mention of alcohol and hops over to the trunk and eagerly starts rooting through the stock of bottles, after a few minutes of rooting Richard returns with a bottle of Jagermeister uncapping it and beckoning for Anton to pour them the shots. "Chop, Chop, Ant, we've don't got all day!" Richard jokes, poking Anton in the ribs with a 'Boop' sound when he walks over. Anton expertly pours the three shots of Jagermeister with practiced ease, clearly Richard gets him to do this often. Richard raises his glass, prompting the other two to do the same and he makes a toast.       "To Whats-His-Name! He was a decent hired gun!" And with that, he drank.

Richard looks confused when he realizes Vincent is right. 

"It's a shithole in Corktown called The White Hart, nobody but scumbags and rats go there. The people who get kicked out of other joints. Come to think of it, it is a bit strange that the bartender had these weapons. The men who came in from the back were wearin these expensive, tailored suits. It's a weird contrast, because everyone else there looked like they haven't bathed in weeks." Richard stares off, wondering who could be behind this, Richard never recalls seeing any fancy types at the bar, and you'd have to be an idiot to invest in that place. Richard's face lights up suddenly

"Fancy suit dudes might be using the place as a front for some other business. What better place? The cops never go there, cause of the scum that surrounds it, even with 4 murders and a shootout you won't read it in a newspaper or see the police show up to investigate.."

        Richard feigns a look of hurt placing his hands over his heart in a discerning gesture of false insult.

  "Do you really think I'd forget our masks? You wound me good sir!"

 Richard jokes, clearly making light of the serious situation. He gestures for Anton to pour some more shots, which he immediately downs. 

"I've got more sense than that, of course I hope I do, if I don't I'd hate to say it but we're screwed, mate. Heh heh."

Richard looks caught off guard, then disappointed in himself for not thinking of that.

"Shit Vin, what're we gonna do? You know I'm always up for some killing but they clearly have the numbers on us." Richard's nearly ever presend smile fades from his face. 

"How bad did I fuck up?"

Richard flashed a sly grin, before beginning to speak

"Why not both? We negotiate a meeting with the boss, and have some back up waiting, and take him and his top men out?"

Richard grabs the bottle and takes a long drink. "If you don't wanna wack him at the sit down, what do you propose?"

      Richard takes a long drink and says 'I gotta drive too, but I like some fun' He jokes, before looking at Vincent

  "I'll make a plan and assemble the men, I'll give you a ring when I'm ready to roll" Richard says, flashing a cocky grin