[Worm]

{ RIN + JOSEF }

Rin chuckled, looking down at his slightly shorter friend walking happily underneath his muscled arm. When they reached the entrance, Rin released him. "Well, let's hope that they've got some of those girly drinks here for ya, kid." He poked playfully at Josef. "I don't think I'd want to see Drishe drunk. Pretty sure she's got an addictive personality." Rin mentioned, still unsure of just what went on in the hive while they were kept prisoner. "Ashi however... She might just loosen up a bit if we got her a nice, warm, bloody mary." He smiled, opening the wooden door and allowing his friend to step in first.

The smell of molded wood mixed with harsh astringent. His face hardened to ignore the odd smell. The bar was filled with all sorts of people. Many of which were augmented humans and restless villagers. Rin instantly recognized the guard who got the boys situated. He made eye contact and gave an acknowledging nod. The guard grinned, leaning back in his stool against the bar. The bartender had one eye and was wiping down the table where a glass was spilled. It seemed that having one too many, was not an issue here. In several booths there were customers passed out, fucking, or covered in booze or vomit. Yet the place still had a sort of charm to it. Maybe it was because Rin was anxious to leave sobriety.

He took a seat next to the guard and waited for the bartender's attention. "Could I get some whiskey on the rocks?" Once he finished ordering, he paid notice to the guard, who seemed to be waiting for conversation.

"Sho, you fellas still wannin' to be guards?" He slurred, hiccuping in his chest afterwards.

{ DRISHE & ASHI }

Drishe couldn't help but feel a little biased. Even though half of their crew was comprised of hunters, she was sure that both her and Ashi had some bad experiences with hunters. She snarled, but listened to the girl continue. She was right... They were all in the same boat now. It was just a matter of time before they decided to use the girls for "cures" or release them. "If they want a cure, they should just ask." Drishe muttered. Though she'd never cured someone of rad sickness before, she'd definitely healed plenty of people in her day. Unfortunately, it was the ones she actually cared about that seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time without Drishe.

The sound of metal clanging down the hallways alerted Drishe, her head jolting back to the door. Footsteps and the jangling of keys reverberated down. She heard a door slide open, and then subsequent screaming and snarling. It didn't sound human, whatever it was. There was a struggle, and Drishe tried her best to peek through the limited amount of visibility from their cell. A person in a white coat was beating down a huge mass of flesh. The horrid ball screeched and flung at them, but was inevitably tazed for almost a minute until the white coat was able to drag it away.