2022-09-15 Cigs and Booze

Cigs and Booze

Participants: Dagon Drew Carmen Becca

Storyteller: Archi

Location: Streets of Long Beach

Date and Time: August 15, 2022- 1:14 am

Summary: The Rat Pack stocks up on some supplies.

Last time they met the group talked about splitting up to find somebody who could do the rite for them that will bind them together and to a totem spirit as a Rat Pack. Archi let them know that he had found somebody, but it will cost them a little bit. "Okay so...I found a place that is getting a shipment this evening. I don't know for sure...but since it's at night they might be night ...uh types. Night owls. Whatever. Doesn't matter to us, right?" he says with a big wide grin at his friends. "It's a liquor store...cause our new friend wants booze and cigarettes from the mortal world. Lots of it. Like ... uhm cases. So, we need to smash and grab like as many cases as we can and deliver them to Smoke Snoot."

Becca is here while adorned in her patchwork summer dress and cut-off jean shorts. Dark locks are gathered into many slender braids. She tags along with Archi. She seems a bit concerned about the talk of a robbery, but nods along wanting to be brave and so she doesn't protest.

Carmen, is, as she often is, riding on Drew's back, sometimes pulling his hair, and sometimes covering his eyes. Wearing her usual leggings and black hoodie, she's always dressed for mischief. She assesses the other two from her perch, then remarks: "Archi, I reckon Becca's too soft to go to jail. Maybe we let her be the lookout." It's stated in a teasing tone, but there's an underlying, if misguided, attempt in there to protect their kin.

Drew carries Carmen easily enough and is dressed almost like her. A black hoodie, a black t-shirt, dark jeans, and his tightly laced black Chucks. "Or... Becca can drive, and we load up a van? Make it easy?" Waving to the pair with one hand he closes in with a grin. "Or we try to carry as much as we can?" Coming to stand with Archi and Becca he nods to them with a grin, "Van or no?" Becca peeks over to Carmen and she seems grateful as if she really doesn't want to end up in jail! She then looks over to Drew. "That sounds good. I think I could do that." She adds a moment later. "Either way." She says and smiles to them both.

With a snort, he glances between Carmen and Becca. "I got us a van." replies the Engineer with a twist of his lips into a grin. Archi nods at that, "You know how to drive, right Becca?" His gaze goes to Carmen and Drew, "Are you two armed, just in case? Cause we aren’t going to jail. If we have to fight, we, do it fast and uhm.... shit furious. I didn't want to say that, but it fits. Then we melt away. Gone." He gives them a nod and heads up to the surface.

Outside he does have an old ass van waiting and in seconds Archi has it hotwired. "So, we need to try filling this thing up as much as we can. May even have to make a couple of stops." he tells them with a small frown. He doesn't like that idea, but this is important as hell to them. "You two want to ride in the back?" he asks with arched brows, "Or Carmen you want to ride up with Becca?"

"We're always armed, Archi," Carmen remarks, meaning their pain daggers. "If you don't know how to drive, Becca, I can teach you right quick." Carmen....may not know how to drive, either, necessarily, but confidence for days! Hence why she thinks it can be taught 'right quick'. She listens closely, still perched on Drew's back. "We're gonna ride in the back, Archi. You ride up front with Becca. But leave room for the holy spirit," she declares, then cackles, punching Drew.

Becca looks over to Archi and ohs softly. "Well yeah, I can drive." She says hopefully! She climbs into the front seat. She then peeks over to Carmen, nodding amused.

Laughing as he lets Carmen down, Drew tussles with her a bit before they climb in the van. "Yeah, we always have our daggers and PLENTY of room until this heist is over. We don't need to see all that!" Getting in on the teasing with Carmen the rat closes the back and asks Archi, serious now, "So does it matter what? Or just booze and smokes?"

"There is no place for the holy spirit in this van, girlie." Archi shoots right back at her, reaching over to squeeze Becca's leg just to prove his point. "Okay so, if it comes down to it, we don't try to drive our way out. We either fight or ditch the van and any contents. We can always try again." says the Engineer peering back at Carmen and Drew. "Okay get on the highway and head toward Long Beach." he informs Becca with a nod, storing his backpack in the middle between the two seats and his rifle with it, partly dismantled.

Looking back at Drew when he asks the question, Archi chuckles and shrugs, "That’s what I was told. Booze and Smokes. It’s his thing...I didn't ask why. He's a Rodens and he has a thing for that shit." For Dagon they are all in a 'borrowed' old van with Becca driving. Carmen and Drew are in the back. They are just pulling out to head for Long Beach to hit some liquor stores. Dagon has been sleeping in the van the whole ride over, clutching the AK47 in his hands and all looking quite peaceful for now with the cheesy poof crumbs on his chin and trailing down his black tactical gear. He finally begins to stir as he hears the voices talking back and forth and he grins, "Are we there yet?" He mumbles out hazily.

Becca mewls softly as her slender legs is squeezed. "No place, Archi." She says quietly agreeing with him. She stays in the driver's seat and is ready to drive them off all to steal! What could possibly go wrong? She drives along!

Long Beach isn't too far from San Pedro. With traffic it takes about fifteen minutes or so to get there. Archi picked a place that was somewhat close. By the time they get there and have checked the place out the sun is going down. Right on time a delivery truck pulls up to the back door, just like Archi said it would. "Okay let's do this quiet. Silent and stealthy. Take out the driver and anybody who gets in the way. Then we grab all the booze and load it up. Then we go inside and grab as many cartons of cigarettes as we can carry. Kill anybody who causes a problem. Otherwise just scare the shit out of them. Extra points for piss puddles. But no veil breaks." he says to the little group.

While they are getting instructions the driver has climbed out of the truck and is walking around to the back so he can open it up. The back door to the Liquor Boutique is still closed and will stay that way until he rings the bell.

"Lemme see that," Carmen demands of Dagon's AK on the way over, although she seems to know better than to actually try to take it if it's not handed over. Listening to Archi, she grins, amused - she knows he's right, and while she might normally give him grief about being old and thinking he's boss, she just gives Becca a knowing look instead. Nudging Drew with her shoulder, she whispers: "Bet you I can scare more people 'n you, Drew."

"No no..." Motioning to the AK there is a laugh from Drew before he tugs on Carmen to get out with him. Making motions with his hands like they're playing army it appears he's saying the two of them will sneak and kill the driver, the others back the play, or maybe he's having a stroke. Putting his hood up he draws his blade and starts to sneak around with Carmen towards the driver.

Dagon quickly steps out of the vehicle and appears to be trying to be sneaking with AK in his hand, but he gets spotted, "Hey man. We were sent by your boss to protect the shipment there is some rough figures around...." And then violence starts, and he bellows in laughter, "Holy fuck!"

While Dagon distracts the dude - artfully, brilliantly - Carmen and Drew probably think he's a genius right now - the two of them smack the shit out of the guy. It's almost like they don't have a mode other than 'kill' - in fact, after they beat the guy down and high five, Carmen punches Drew in the face, and then he laughs, quietly trying to swipe her legs. "Who is next?" Carmen whispers, wide-eyed at Dagon.

The delivery driver looks at Dagon confused for a whole three seconds before Carmen and Drew slip up behind him and MURDER the guy. Well, he might as well be murdered. He is maimed and drops to the ground bleeding out very quickly. Archi hops out of the van with his rifle assembled now. "Nicely done." he says with a chuckle, slinging the weapon over his back. "Let’s start loading." he tells them, walking to the back of the truck and popping it open with a touch to unlock it. "Get all we can, then we get the cigs." Archi grabs the first case to carry to the back of the van.

"I sure hope he don't work at that restaurant with the birds," Carmen remarks as she looks out over the delivery driver, thoughtfully. "Otherwise," she sighs. "Becca's gonna have to roll up there with a basket of muffins again and make nice." Lips pursing, she rolls her eyes when there's actual, physical labor to be done. Still, she pitches in, hauling boxes as directed, even if she finds that part /bo-rrrring/. Lips moving, she's watching Drew, totally counting to see who is able to haul more boxes.

Dagon glances around and grins at Archi, "You got overwatch? I'm gonna help with the boxes." He grumbles, and then looks at the dead body, "But first we need to take care of something." He reaches down, kissing his hand then patting the body and suddenly there is just swarms of rats that can be heard skittering down from the alley and out of the sewers and they have one thing in mind. Eating that poor delivery driver. Dagon seems content with this and now goes on to start helping with the boxes.

Boring but essential if they want their pack formed. I mean, even Archi is pitching in and he's the brains! "We need to hurry...I'm pretty damn sure they saw the truck pull up." he tells the group and snorts at the comment from Carmen. "I don't think he does but might have her take them a basket just in case." He motions to the van with his head, "Becca can keep an eye out. I'll help too. Quicker the better." As they are moving the cases Becca beeps the horn once. Trouble coming. Then she calls out of the window, "Company,"

After only getting only about a dozen cases loaded some mean looking guys come walking around the corner. Four of them. They have baseball bats. They are strapped. "Yo! Do you motherfuckers know who owns this place?"

"Probably better to cover our asses, everyone gets offended by everything. Someone's gonna be sayin' that us bein' ourselves made 'em act crazy. You know me an' Drew was googlin' that and it's called bein' a narcissss - " she trails off, then looks at Drew, for help with the word.

Then, as they have company, she regards the guys with the baseball bats, calmly putting the boxes down. "Only mama I ever fucked was all y'alls, an' her mouth was too busy to tell me who owns this place," she foul mouthily declares in all of her pretty blond girl glory.

Drew laughs as Dagon covers down on the body and then he's off to work. Like always they compete, Carmen and Drew, always pushing each other to be better, faster, and stronger. He's no slouch and gets to work with the boxes to stage them outside of the truck before moving with the group to move them to the van. "I don't think we're narcissists. Maybe that's just what one would say though..." Trailing off he laughs as he keeps up the work.

Becca is still waiting in the van. She tries to back it up a bit to get closer so that the boxes are easier to load, and she tries to keep watch! She seems rather on edge at the moment.

"Yeah, no kidding. Bunch of fucking snowflakes..." he mutters as Archi is carrying cases with them. He stops when the four guys come around the corner and eye bang the group. They make their comments and Carmen shoots back with her mouth.

It sets off one of them right away. "You ain't gonna talk about my mother like that, bitch!" he growls out, getting his bat ready to swing at her, choking up like he was Bane fucking Ruth. "Whoa. Hold on Killer." says the guy who appears to be in charge. "Look, you guys can put that stuff down and fuck right off, or we hand you the beating of your lives. Your choice."

Dagon levels the AK47 onto the group of thugs and snorts at them, "One step closer and I'll shoot your dick off." He promises, smiling sweetly at the thugs, "I think we will take it all."

Jerking her head to Dagon, Carmen remarks: "Pretty sure he ain't fucked any of your mamas. Might wanna listen to him." She winks at the one who was set right off.

Becca seems a bit nervous still as hears the conversation. She is ready to drive! "I think shooting anyone is a bad idea and in the dick is just mean!"

When the leader sees that AK and the man about to use it, he puts his hands up. "Hey man...relax." he says, doing the math in his head. Four on four. One has an AK47. Their guns aren't even out yet. Nope. "You got it man. We'll just go." he says, then touches the hot head's bat and pushes it down. "Come on boys. Let’s get out of here..." as they begin to back away to leave the group doing whatever it was, they were doing...

"No wait. Waaaaaaiiiitttt." Drew looks around and then points to the guy in charge. "You promise the beating of our lives. I'm in. BRING IT. BRRRRIIINNNGGG THAT SHIT." With his blade drawn he points to them all with a waggle of his scarred brow. "We doing weapons or just fists. I got to warn you though, I'm known to bite and sometimes pull hair..."

Dagon snorts at the group of thugs, looking back to Carmen and Drew, "They going to get help." He laughs, and his eyes zero in on the lying man’s crotch, sights on it, "Bye bye little dick man!"

No full auto for Dagon. He obviously knows what he is doing unlike the gangsters in most movies. One shot is effective enough as he lines it up 'BANG!' and he does exactly what he said he was going to do and shoots the poor gangster directly in the dick.

The leader is backing away which means the other three are as well. His hands are up as if trying to make sure the guy with the AK47 knows they are not going to try anything. The only problem is that Dagon and Carmen see into the truth of his actions. Hearing Dagon mention it and aim, the leader tries to get out of the way of that barrel pointed right at his junk, but instead he ends up running right into the guy on the right. This not only means he doesn't get out of the way, but it causes the other thug to get bumped and stumble.

One loud shot rings out and red sprays as the gang leader's dick is almost disintegrated. He is down. He grabs his crotch with a scream and goes to his knees. The others start drawing guns. Becca comes driving up with the van, trying to hit the gangsters! She manages not to crash or overturn the van so there is that. She goes smashing into the gangsters and even likely causes them some hurt.

Undeterred by the drawing of the guns, Carmen quickly rushes up on the gang, choosing one at the edge with the hopes of keeping Dagon's line of site clear. With her pain dagger in hand, she cleaves into one of them, silent, swift. If she can, she'll side-eye over to Drew, assuming that he's attacking, and she'll compare her handiwork to his. Always a competition with those two!

Oh, shit the gun is coming out and Dagon knows that could mean trouble. He darts to the side, taking cover behind the corner of the store as the bullets go by or ricochet off the side of the building, "You dumb bitch." He grumbles out popping the rifle out and chucking another round down range to strike one of the gangsters shooting him.

This is the best kind of combat to the ratkin warrior. Drew attacks with a laugh as Dragon opens fire and Carmen rushes forward with him. They attack, cutting into the enemy with their knives and then both dives aside as the van comes barreling by to smash into the gang. Laughing and pointing he yells out, "Oh shit! Don't wreck the van but NICE!!"

Well, there it goes. As soon as Dagon fires the first shot, everything erupts in violence. Luckily violence is kind of their thing. The three remaining thugs draw their pistols while trying to back away, but damn if Carmen and Drew are right on top of them. Dagon hits one of them in the shoulder while Drew guts the one aiming at the van suddenly running them down. Becca is becoming a regular gangster!! First table flips and now vehicular manslaughter!

Archi shoots the one trying to take out their kin and he is maimed between Drew's Pain Dagger and the Engineer's rifle. Two of them are firing at Dagon, but their shots ricochet off the building harmlessly, maybe due to the fact they are getting murdered. Then here comes Becca with the Bang Bus! Well Van. She manages not to hit Carmen and Drew, but CRUNCH! She plows the gangsters over, sending bodies flying in every direction. One of them isn't ever getting up again.

Becca sucks in a sharp breath and then another sharp breath like she is freaking out a bit. Did she just kill someone! Omg, she is murderer! She turns the van around and tries to line it up to give Carmen, Drew and Archi a good getaway vehicle to jump into. "I am going to hell..."

As the survivors get up to flee, Drew points at them and goes, "Ooooh hell no. I was supposed to get a BEATING OF MY LIFE!" Bolting after them he shanks run as he runs past, laughing as he tears a huge slash through the man, running ahead and turning while letting the others finish them off, waiting to see if he needs to strike again.

Dagon peeks around the corner, a smug smirk on his lips as he spots one of the men trying to get out. The finger clicks the trigger once more, and since he has a bit more time to line up his shot, he seems to do much better. He smacks the man trying to get up right in the heart region. The 7.62 x 39mm bullet punches through the flesh and bone with such velocity that it leaves and even bigger exit wound on the other side, coating the pavement with blood.

Poor Becca is contemplating eternal damnation, and here's Carmen, laughing maniacally as she takes another stab at the ganger would dare try to come back and take THEIR PRIZE which they need to PLEASE GAIA. Stabbity, stab stab stab. She pounces the guy who is down, carving him open again. "I'LL GIVE YOU A GOOD BEATING LATER DREW!" she calls over.

The two remaining thugs are attempting to get to their feet and scramble away, but they are hurt...and not in a good way. Likely some broken bones from getting slammed by a cargo van. As they are trying to get to their feet, they get shot and stabbed, the rest of the breath going out of them. Four more monkeys who won't be tainting the world with the Weaver and the Wyrm ever again. There is blood, body chunks, and well whole bodies all over the parking lot now. All of this only took about nine seconds.

Archi reloads his rifle with a cool and calm demeanor when he notices Becca pulling up next to them in a bit of a panic. "We don't believe in hell, babe. Back up to the truck so we can finish loading up." He just smiles at the eagerness of his friends. "Dagon. Take that AK inside and wave it around. Scare those assholes and grab as many cartons of cigarettes as you can. Drew. Carmen. Let’s get all the cases of booze as we can." he instructs before adding, "We have about two or three minutes before the cops get here...so don't fuck around."

Becca backs the truck back up as she listens to Archi. She listens to Carmen and then copies her. "I will give you a beating later too, Archi..." She speaks. Because she thinks it is the thing to same. "No hell..." She says and nods, trying to believe that.

Dagon smiles at Archi and begins to smile even wider, "Gladly...." He tells them all and begins walking towards the door.

About this time the little rat fiends that were devouring the first corpse have already brought it down to literally nothing and begin to scurry over towards the next offering of bodies.

Dagon kicks in the door of the store, firing one shot into the air, and then waving the AK47 around, "HANDS UP AND STOP PACKING THE BAGS FULL OF SMOKES!" A pause to suck in more breath, "OR I'LL SHOOT EVERYTHING LAST MOTHER FUCKING ONE OF YOU!" Que the Fun-Loving Criminals music. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWOFtixfies)

Slinging his rifle again over his back, Archi hurries to start loading the cases of alcohol again. He hears the shot ring out and just chuckles. "He loves that gun so much...I wouldn't be surprised if he fucks it at night." he says while he works. There are a lot of cases, and they likely won't get them all, but they will get most of them.

Inside people freak out as soon as the AK is shot, ducking for cover and putting up zero fight. Dagon is free to take anything he wants from the place, though you can just about bet the clerk has hit the alarm while cowering behind the counter. The only thing is the cigarettes are BEHIND the counter as well and also behind a fiberglass shield.

Drew quickly wipes his blade clean and whispers softly to the spirit within, thanking it for its work before the blade is put away. Looking at their handiwork he grabs the gas can from the back of the van and pours gas over the bodies and lights them all on fire. Making sure they're all burning he returns to the van and helps loading once more.

Dagon trudges through the area, growling as they cower instead of doing what he asks. He climbs back behind the counter, lowering the assault rifle onto the cashier, "You dumb bitch." He mutters with absolute disdain in his voice, firing a shot directly into the back he or she's head. The rifle is quickly slung over his shoulder with a fluid motion, and he begins just grabs the biggest bags possible and tossing cartons in them.

"Drew, you think Dagon'll get Archi some yogurt while he's in there?" Carmen wonders, seizing this opportunity to clown on Archi while she works, blissfully unaware that Dagon's met the dreaded fiberglass shield. "I feel like we gotta keep an eye on his, ah, whatcha call it? From the commercials? His regularity or somethin'? So, he don't get no yeast? Maybe I should run in an' ask him. You know we gotta expect our elders 'n all that."

Drew quickly wipes his blade clean and whispers softly to the spirit within, thanking it for its work before the blade is put away. Looking at their handiwork he laughs as the rats get to work and then turns to load the van until it’s time to escape.

"Just so you know..." he says to Carmen as he passes her carrying a case. "My next perfectly irregular shit is going to be a fecal deluge right in your pillow." Archi explains to her with a smirk. "It'll smell so bad; it'll remind you of home." Oh yeah, he can clown with the best of em. Hearing another shot, the Engineer glances at the open door and snerks. "Shoulda fuckin listened. Monkeys are so dumb. Like what? Protect this junk? For what?" he questions, shaking his head. Finally, he says, "Okay time is up. Let’s roll." Then he shouts at the door, "HURRY UP D!"

Dagon is just jam-packing bags full of smokes. He hears the call and begins to bolt towards the door, snagging some a pack of cheesy poofs which he throws into his mouth.

He arrives out the door looking like he won some sort of 15-minute shopping spree at the local pump and go. Those arms are filled with bags of cancer sticks, lottery tickets, and of course the mouthful of cheesy goodness in his mouth. He mouths a few words that no one can understand and then begins to charge towards the truck with all the goods loaded into it.

Cackling madly at Archi's remark, Carmen nods, loading up the last of her boxes and climbing into the van. She'll offer Drew an insistent hand, urging him up if he's not already in. "That's okay, Archi. I'll leave that pillow for you, give you somethin' to work out all your frustrations on. Oh, nice," she nods to Dagon's mouth, reaching, but not quite attempting to snatch. "Cheese things. Becca - " she tries to loop their kin in, to get the poofs away from Dagon with the ruse that she's giving them to Becca. "You need a road snack?!?"

Becca is still a bit well processing that she ran someone over. She wavers between feeling really bad and feeling really empowered and like she belongs with the rats. It is deeply confusing, and Becca looks well confused. "Cheese..." she says and then nods. "I mean maybe later, food later." She says and smiles toward Carmen.

Checking to make sure nobody is watching them and no there aren't any cameras to spot them, Archi lets the others climb into the van first. This place was seriously low tech, the real 'deterrent' being the fact it's owned by a local gang. Sucks to be them because the Ratkin aren't at all scared of some gang. After everybody else is in the van, Archi hops in the front passenger seat and tells Becca, "Punch it Chewy." Then snickers to himself and mutters, "Get it? Chew-Becca?" He peers back to check out the haul. "Hope this is enough." Which...the haul is considerable.