The CellarMature

The Heavies and associates shared their version of the Mezzanine on the second basement floor of the structure. It was a seedy looking lounge with a low ceiling, a modified portion of underground parking lot. Although they had access to the Mezzanine, many Made men preferred the choking atmosphere of the place everyone called The Cellar. Tobacco smoke, among other types of smoke, hung in the air like a grey canvas and the echo of laughter or occasional fist fight was all that broke the otherwise monotonous buzz of a hundred or so voices that flooded the room.

The Cellar had another feature that attracted the Made men, it was open to certain people outside the family, known colloquially as “the family friends.” These were ex members or sometimes simply people that stumbled in to Syn City and found themselves under the wing of the Family before being brutalized by any other organization or coddled by the sinister and alluring pull of drugs that so often captured and corroded the souls of the weak and strong alike. Some of the family friends have even been beings who held possession of relics, having captured them from city leaders in the past without ever having the inclination to lead anyone themselves. These powerful rogues were an invaluable asset to the Family and the Five have called on them on occasion to perform “favors” that ranged from taking down local leaders to pulling some of the more precarious errands that the boatman demanded for the repatriation of lost members of the family. They were in turn, the bulk of the reported handful of people who have met the Five in person without being members of the Family.

Blue walked in through the swinging doors of the Cellar and stopped as everyone in the place turned to see who had walked in. It was unavoidably cliché. He made his way through the room to the bar.

“Hey Blue!” called a random voice.

Blue turned just in time to see Arias waving from behind a handful of other people. He waved back and made his way to the bar.

Moonkei nodded to Blue as he pushed through the crowd that amassed near the bar. “Hey Blue, nice to see you.”

“Hey have you seen Grey?”

“Yeah, um… he left a second ago, he’s probably in his room.”

“Alright, how about Grim or Tantrum.”

“Tantrum, he’s right over there.” Moonkei pointed and Blue followed his finger to the back corner of the lounge.

Tantrum was sitting at a corner booth with other magic users, discussing or perhaps arguing some unknown point.

Blue smirked, “One down. Two to go.” He said to Moonkei, “Have a good night.”

“Yeah you too.”

Blue walked through the lounge, squeezing between seated patrons. “Tantrum”
“ - That’s exactly why it’s not worth it.”

“Tantrum!”

“Sorry blue, kind of a heated discussion.”

“I can tell. I need you to be ready at seven tomorrow morning, first level of the parkade. We’re going to the boatman.”

“Yeah I heard about Brisco, that’s what’s fuelling this little argument.”

“Alright, don’t tire out your mind too much, I’ll need it tomorrow. Seen Dwim?”

“I think he’s in his room.”

“Alright, see you tomorrow.”

“Sure. So anyway the whole thing’s a joke - ”

Blue walked away, not interested in the least to listen to the squabble. He left the Cellar and headed up to the dormitories. The living quarters of the associates and Heavies were identical, although the associates were sometimes forced to have a roommate.

Grey was on the tenth floor. As Blue left the elevator he nodded to Skytex who would have probably said hello, but could only wave as his mouth was occupied by some kind of pastry that Blue couldn’t quite recognize. He walked down the hallway and turned the corner to find himself face to face with Grey who was just leaving his room. “Glad I caught you.” Blue said.

“What’d I do now?”

“Nothing, but I need you tomorrow. We’re going to the boatman.”

“Alright, what time?”

“Early. I’ll need you in the parkade by your Jeep at seven. I’m driving.”

“Like hell you are.”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“No, it’s settled right now. I’m driving.”

“Alright, whatever I’m not in the mood to argue.”

“So I’m assuming that in your infinite wisdom you’ve already conceived that it’s stupid and foolhardy to go with just the two of us, or have you finally grown a pair of testicles?”

“No, Dwim and Tantrum are coming.”

“Christ, you really do have no testicles. Damn prissy little wand waving assholes, you really need them to come with us? Why don’t we just go you and I?”

“They don’t use wands, and going it alone would just be stupid.”

“Sometimes stupid works.”

“Grey, just deal with it.”

“I am, and my solution is to say ‘fuck them, let’s just do this ourselves.’ The quay is hallowed ground anyway, nothing’s going to happen.”

“You know the boatman as well as I do, he’s going to have an errand for us.”

“Well fuck him too.”

“Come on Grey, be reasonable.”

“Have I ever been?”

“Good point.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“If I’m driving.”

“You’re driving.”

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow”

Blue turned around and started to make his way back to the elevator.

“Oh and Blue?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re riding shotgun, I don’t want one of them sparkly faggots next to me the whole time.”

“Right, I’ll ride shotgun.” Blue turned away once again.

“Oh one more thing.”

He stopped and his head rocked back in frustration. “What…”

“I’m bringing my grenade launcher.”

“What?” Blue said, turning around. “First you say, ‘nothings going to happen’ and now you’re bringing your grenade launcher?”

“It could come in handy, ‘ts all I’m saying.”

“Whatever Grey, I’m going to get Dwim then I’m going to bed. It’s been a long day.”

“Alright, see you tomorrow Blue.”

“Yeah, good night.”

Blue finally got to Dwim’s room, and knocked.

Dwim opened the door. “Oh hey Blue.”

Blue was exhausted and looked it. He took in a deep breath before talking. “Tomorrow - ”

“Yeah I already got it from Tantrum a second ago. You don’t look so good, you should get some rest.”

Blue’s eyes practically rolled into the back of his head. “Yeah, I’m going to do that.”

“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Blue nodded and turned around. He knew what was happening. The adrenaline rush that had peaked in his body while he was fighting in the city had finally reverted to the energy crash that he had become so accustomed to after an operation. He stumbled back to the elevator and went up to his room. There was barely enough energy for him to turn the handle. Sleep came instantly.

The End

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