Black Heart

[ She gets up and moves pass him. ] Follow me.

[He follows her hesitantly.] What exactly am I going to be looking at Broccoli?

[ She watches him for a moment before she leans forward. ] Do ya wanna see th’ best piece of work in ‘ere?

[He knocks the thing he broke off the shelf.] That depends on what kind of work you're referring to.

I’ll be sure ta keep that in mind, then. [ She grabs a bottle of water and takes a gulp, before speaking. ] So wha’ brings ya ‘ere besides ma hangover?

Drink that slower, it'll make your head hurt less. [He fiddles with something in the shop, breaks it and clandestinely puts it back where he finds it. Whoops.] This... place. Thought I might look through it.

DONT FUck WITH OMEGA

*He thumbed his chin while Ren shared a sentiment that the former Blue Suns founder was all too familiar with*  "I don't blame ya for leaving though, in all seriousness.  Son of a bitch Vido ruined what the two of us created and for what?  Now we're on par with the bloody Eclipse and those gangs of krogan calling themselves a pack."

"They're on par with the goddamn Eclipse and Blood Pack. The Suns that I was part of never stooped to that level." He spat again. It was a matter of pride really. Then again, his leaving had nothing to do with Batarians and everything to do with a two bit whore named Veronica who said she loved him and burned his shoulder with her cigars while they-- "You miss Vido's prick, Massani? Because it sure sounds like it."

"Yes…can I help you?"

"Scram, boy."

Still wanna know th’ reason why I drank every bottle in this damn apartment? [ She reclined into her chair and kicked her boots up onto the counter. ] I was drownin’ out ma stupidity after our conversation last night.

A man's mind is a mine field, Broccoli. Don't take it personally.

"Stop complimen’in’ meh, man. Yer realleh creepin’ meh ou’."