Dan Prior

“Something like that.”

“Nice to meet you to Dan. So do you regularly study the angels?”

“One more question... Are you here with Christopher gang?“

“$25 and you can leave the ball early.”

“Deal but I want it in writing or a voicemail. Hand it over, Mama Bear.“

   “I am pretty sure that once you come back, these guys will be good to go as well, which should be plenty for today’s group.”

“Okay.“

“Swanepoel.”

“But I usually go by Hank.”

“Swanepoel? Is that South African? Like the Victoria Secret model?“

    “Right. So, I’ve got a grouping that are all good to go now, I know that we need to get more down there for the craving.”

“Now you’re speaking my language.“

She squinted her eyes at him. “I know who Aries is.” Sighing, Clara took another sip and handed the cup out o him. “$20 to spike that stronger without the smell?”

“It’s not 5pm yet, don’t be a bitch.“ He grumbled in reply. “I’m not cheap... $50 and I’ll make it worth.“

“Going around smelling like a shot of vodka isn’t really an option.” 

“All you need was the right amount of rum. Aries, the owner of Anonymous, had a mini get together about mixing alcohol so its undetectable weeks ago.“

“Dan, you would be dead if I felt like killing you for this.” Clara spoke loud enough to make a point of letting him know she heard him. “They intruded on our land with the intent to harm. You defended the alliance.”

“Is that really the thing to be complaining about right now?”

“You really do know how to twist shit to go your way.“ Dan mutter under his breath but only when Clara was close enough to hear him.