Savannah grabbed the paper… What a weird ass looking man was her first thought after looking at the picture of the con man. The man, Kyle, seemed to be 5’8 with a blocky shrunk-in face and a slimy grin; he had a big black afro with a flat top and small gold earrings. Kyle wore regular brown pants and a light purple button up and a pear-green tie, the shirt had a small red flag on his right collar and a blue flag with red stripes outlined in white on his left pocket.
Savannah walked along the streets searching for Kyle when she saw him lounging on a bench. She walked up to him when he jumped up to her and grabbed her hand, “Hello miss! What is a beautiful woman like you doing…?” As he said this his hand seemed to gravitate to one of her hip-bags, she slapped that hand and stepped back. She straitened the lapels of her coat then turned the paper with the mission to the man, “I have come across a mission requesting to return the money you conned from Batra. Now if you will…”
Kyle made a tching sound, a frown marring his face, “Fine. Why is it always the pretty ones? Oh woe is me… If you want the money, here! Take it! But…” Kyle slithered, for there was no other word, up to her side and slid an arm around her waist pulling her to him. “If you want~ we could have a little fun ourselves~” Savannah’s face was twisted at both the man and his touch. She looked down at the man only 2 inches shorter than her and picked at his hand away. “No, I have more interesting things to do.” And without further talk she walked away.
With a yell Kyle called after her, “You’ll regret this! I always get what I want and you will never know when you’ve been conned!” Savannah didn’t even glance back as she headed toward Batra’s bar. What she didn’t notice though was the grin Kyle had on his face; he stuffed his hands in his pockets walking toward the entrance of the city.
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The bar was your typical Fiore bar with a joyful atmosphere, betting here and there, dancing and music, with a brown old-themed interior and soft glow. Savannah was walking up to the bar when a random woman pulled her into a dance, the woman was slightly shorter than Savannah and thus Savannah was controlling the dance. After blinking a bit she shrugged and joined in the dancing for a bit.
Savannah later waved the woman bye and finally walked up to the bar. Batra was just shinning a glass and talking to another costumer. Batra was a towering 5’11 man with dark skin and a bright grin, on the side of his left ear were two silver earrings. He had a smooth dark beard that spanned his lower strong jaw, a single strip leading from his lower mouth to the beard. Savannah couldn’t see his pants, but noticed his surprisingly clean white button-up. She sat at the stool and waited; Batra came up to her and asked if she wanted anything, shaking her head she pulled out a sheet a paper with the mission and a bag of money.
Batra took a close glance a shook his head, “You’ve been conned. This stuff is fake, sorry.” Savannah sighed, “No it’s my fault, he came on to me and I kinda just wanted to get away.” Batra looked worried, then he smiled, “How about you just go and catch ‘im, hmm? We can deal with everything later.”
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