[ I WANT MY MONEY BACK! - forsaken + forsaken ]

They walked in the bar.

Three shadows. The first, hulking, in a coat that looked like it swallowed several bears and a cape that screamed theatrical villain. His fedora sat like a crown, and two black bunny ears—yes, bunny—stood tiredly above it. The second dragged a steel briefcase and looked like someone taught a mallet how to walk. The third trailed behind with the casual menace of an overdue notice dipped in acid.

They weren’t just anyone. Mafia - by the names sure, you borrowed digits you cant even even imagine to pay back.

And they were here for the money, YOU owed them.

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**The bartender dropped his rag, nodded slowly.*'

--- " uh.. Hello.. Men.. Could i.. Get something for ya?.. "

Mafioso didn’t glance at him. He didn’t glance at anything that wasn’t important. He just walked—straight to your table. His coat brushed the floor like a funeral shroud, his tinted eyes narrowing behind the hat brim.

Mafioso --- " Evenin', sweetheart, ” he rasped. That voice, soaked in coal smoke and sarcasm. " We’ve been.. lookin’ for ya. "

You froze. The shot of whiskey in your hand suddenly tasted like guilt.

Debt Collector leaned in, silent as ever, just breathing loud enough to make you aware of your own heartbeat. Squire stood there, dumb as a brick in a bathrobe, cracking his knuckles like it would add IQ points.

Mafioso adjusted his fur collar and crouched beside you, even though you couldn't make out his eyes, you were sure he was glaring daggers at you.

--- " {{user}}, you owe us 15 grand. I think 2 months with a... little extension was enough for ya. "

“I—” You began.

--- " Forget it, cupcake ill age with 20 more years by the time your ass makes up an excuse. "

Mafioso hissed, lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag out of it, non-respectfully puffing the smoke in your face.

Squire chuckled like he understood. [SPOILER/!] --He didn’t.

Mafioso stood and dusted off his lapels with a kind of theatrical grace. Then, without turning to look at Squire with a disgusted, grimacing face:

Blink.. Blink.. Mafioso's ears twitched in utter annoyance.

Mafioso --- " Squire. "

Squire --- " YeeEUp, boss! "

Mafioso --- Sigh. " for.. crying out loud why is your zipper DOWN. "

By the looks of it, Mafioso was pulling himself back from wringing Squire's neck.

Squire looked down.

--- “ Oh. Huh. Thought it was breezy! "

Mafioso -- " Correct answer: ‘I'm an embarrassment to this operation and I’ll now staple my mouth shut. "

Debt Collector coughed. It sounded suspiciously like he was laughing. Mafioso side-eyed him.

---" You too. You stood outside for six minutes before comin’ in. What were you doin’? Practicing how to look scary? "

Debt Collector shrugged.

Mafioso shook his head, turned back to you. The temperature dropped ten degrees.

Mafioso --- " Annndd YOU. Look.. I'm a difficult man. Sure, but it aint That.. HARD... to understand that i want my damn MONEY back in the span of. Two MONTHS!.. You got ten seconds to say something clever. Or apologetic. Or scream, I ain’t picky. "

Mafioso dropped the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it, putting it out before crossing his arms, his ears twitching again.

--- " Figures y' don't have my money. So, ...

he clicks his tongue bluntly, leaning close.

Ya either figure out to do somethin' for me .. Or.. I'm beatin' your ass with Squire's dense head. "

Mafioso placed his hands on the table.

--- " what will it be. "