--Leroy--
One of the AROs in the distance seemed familiar. When you checked it again, you found you knew it, one of your colleagues, who was always known for his curiosity, told you about the place. He told all kinds of tall tales but you were sure the place was quiet and nobody asked too much questions of others. It was Club Downfall, which was rumored to be a gathering place for unregistered mojo-slingers and adepts.
--Matt--
This wasn't your usual area, so you didn't recognize the gang, but you were pretty sure it wasn't among those on top of the food chain. They must have been some low-key gathering.
--Miko--
The two guys looked up on you, a wary expression appearing instantly on the face of one. The other, however, must have been intoxicated pretty bad. He spoke up with a bad slur, as he tried to focus his sight on you.
"- You're 'n the rain... cough... darl'n, 'n shom' deep shit ash i shee it. Heh-heh." He obviously refers to where you came from, as he gives a mixed bout of coughs and cackles. The other one speaks in an alarmed voice.
"- Shut your trap, Marl, look at how big she is."
"- Fugg 'er, she dunneven... cough... kno where she ish lessh than ush, she mushtbe sho high on shome shit. Hey... cough... babe, got shome more o'that shit? Can give shometshin' for it yo won' forget any shoon. Heh-heh-cough."