text: un: burninate

[kelvins]

[those in cadelle who've stopped by criminales earlier in the month may have noticed the lights off and the interior darker than usual. which is saying a lot since most of the light can't really even be seen through the grimy windows. there's been no sign of the cheerful manager in the librarian chic glasses or the grumpy owner who is as likely to be holding a lighter as he is to be holding a beer.

early on the 17th, mick goes downstairs, flipping the switch on the neon 'open' sign and begins to sweep up around the bar. he hums quietly to himself as he wipes off glasses and the bar tops. good morning, cadelle. it's good to be back. but where are his customers? he fumbles for his device and types a hurried post to the network.]

i'm running a little low on slush funds, people.
did someone else open a bar while i was gone?

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[speedforcer]

[he should've known better than to get his hopes up. to let himself believe that maybe things had actually worked out right for once. but it's a realization that comes far too late to do him any good. so mick's reply hits hard, and for a long while, barry's lost for how to respond.

eventually, minutes later--]

okay

[WAS IT WORTH THE WAIT?]