Tuesday snorts.
"Uuuh-yeah." a nod, you didn't get in here just to act like that if you if you wanted to keep on living.
Tuesday waves as the goth-chick leaves.
"Sofia De Luca." Tuesday says right off, "She's the biggest shark in Sacramento. Seen her once. Covered in tattoos. Fierce looking. Clark Miller's an other name. He's got his fingers in a lot of pies. Haven't met him, but now that I can get in here...it's only a matter of time. Met this chick last time I was here. B something, haven't heard about her in a while. Maybe she skipped town, or maybe a deal went bad." Tuesday shrugs, and takes a sip of her much diminished drink. They both knew how this stuff worked, and there were risks. "There's others, but no one's as big as them."