You are already late... ❦

You glance over your shoulder, trying to look up and down the street, but you see nothing suspicious, was it just some cat chasing mouse?

You push the door open, and step inside. The worker's bar is far from run down. Kept prosperous by a steady stream of thirsty refinery workers, and owner who likes to keep his source of wealth in top shape.

Once inside you nod to Max-The-Barman. He quietly starts mixing your usual drink, and before you even reach the end of the bar, you find your drink standing on it, waiting for your hand to grab it.

You bow deeply in admiration of his skill as you grab the cool glass and head out through the back door into closed off courtyard. Give one last look around, then turn around and enter the basement door where all your buddies are waiting ... well all besides Trish, but just as you do the headcount she opens the door behind you and joins the group.

You are all here now and ready for action.

"Right. Tonight we are going to parrttyyyyy!" you announce out loud, standing up and raising your fist into the air, letting your pierced breast sway from under the coat.

"We got the tip, there's a bunch of up-tight assholes gathering in The Round Theatre tonight! and Filip" - you give a nod to a tall skinny red-head standing in the corner with his hands crossed on his naked chest - "Is going to let us in. We're going to dance with them, then we're going to rob them! **** is optional of course, but strongly encouraged! Hope you brought your strap-ons!" you shout. You certainly packed yours. "Let's head out!" you shout.

That's when the doors open again, and first tear grenades start dropping in ...

Probably was not a best choice, or maybe your fate in this world has already been decided?