"Ya gotta be ambastards...."

[Race]

Race just shook his head, "Him an' his women..." he said, casting a worried look towards the door, chewing on his cigar thoughtfully, "Shoulda been me t'go after him, I'm his best friend.."

((I'm just posting to post, Jack and Max were talking, I can't come up with anything else for them.))

[Brooklyn]

Spades shrugged. "I'm pretty sure Blink didn't want to talk about it anyway. To anyone. He's been chain-smoking cigarettes for hours, he probably needed the fresh air more than anything."

"We probably shouldn't have let him go get more cigarettes. It can't be healthy smokin' that much." Aces added.

"I mean, I was even thinking of asking her out." Blink said, still just babbling a bit. "She was different, ya know?" He waited for Blondie to say something, but when she didn't he turned around to see only darkness and an empty sidewalk. "...Blondie...?" He backtracked a little bit, looking into every alleyway he passed, but he couldn't find her anywhere. "Oh boy..." Anything he was feeling for Sophie was now replaced with worry and concern. "Blondie!?" he called again, still looking around. I hope she's okay... he thought. Spot's going to kill me... After searching further, he was about to head back to the lodging house for help. "BLONDIE!" he called one last time.

"Blink! Quit with the yelling, I'm right here," Blondie said, appearing out of an alleyway, her butterfly knife in one hand, covered in blood, and her other hand clutching her opposite shoulder.

Blink stared at her. "What the hell happened to you?"

Blondie let go of her shoulder, moving it a little to work out the pain. "The guy came out of nowhere and made to attack me so I cut him. It was just impulsive, but I cut him deeper than I meant to. He ran off and he's probably bleeding all over Manhattan."

Blink looked to be in deep thought about something for a moment before he took off in the direction from which Blondie had just come.

"BLINK! Don't you DARE!" Blondie yelled, running after him, knowing he was going to try and follow the trail. "Come back! You'll just get yourself killed!" She caught up to him and grabbed hold of the back of his shirt, but he tore away and disappeared into the night. Blondie cursed under her breath and ran back to the lodging house, bloody knife still in hand. "We have a problem...." she panted.