The Battallion
The walk to the Battalion wasn't long but only as friendly as things could be in the southern slums of Night City. Gargoyle walked along casually with his sledgehammer propped up on one shoulder keeping to sub-vocal small talk with Prodigy. Anyone that gave Prodigy more than a cursory glance caught the glare of an over protective brother from him.
He frowned at the reminder that Prodigy was near a decade younger than him. It made him feel old, which is funny for a guy in his mid twenties. She was smarter than him and seemed to have her shit together. But she was forced to grow up fast just like he was in the Combat Zone.
Maybe being back down south wouldn't be as horrible as he initially thought. It was a good reminder not to get soft. Did he get a little soft being in a downtown street rat? He wasn't sure, but the scenery and luxuries were definitely better.
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Entering the Battalion directly behind Prodigy, Gargoyle gave the bartender a polite nod and followed her to her table and sat down, resting his sledgehammer propped up against the table.
He knew the place, well he did ten years ago but it didn't look like it had changed much. Only back then he was a nobody street thief named Tommy. He hoped no one recognized him from the old days because he was a troublemaker back then. Well, he was a troublemaker now as well, but a little more discerning about his fun these days.
After sitting a moment he pulled off the earpiece he'd been using to hear Prodigy and looked at the battery indicator on his phone and shut it off. "Conserving battery," he said to her as he put the phone and accessory back in his inside jacket pocket. "If we're gunna be running together a while, I should probably try to score a mastiod commo to make this whole talking thing easier. I think that's the most I've used my phone in a couple months."
He pulled a small wad of bills from the same inside pocket and after counting it he frowned. He didn't remember having so little cash on him. He'd need to fix that quick if he wanted to eat. He asked Prodigy, "what's good?" and then immediately shook his head. He was already used to just talking to her and having her talk back through the ear piece. He laughed at himself quietly and then slid the eighteen eurobucks over to his new friend. "Nevermind, you figure it out. That should be enough to get us something to eat and drink." If nothing else she would know what's good these days.