Second Deployment.

[SorchaNiWynne]

The burn of whiskey stung her throat even as she followed it up with a beer chaser, almost spitting out as she looked at the Screen, the faces of Andrew Jabocsen and Ethan King plastered on a screen and she frowned.

"Fuck!..FUCKING ETHAN FUCKING KING!"

The Bartender looks over towards the exclaimation, frowning.

"'Ey keep it down, Doll less of the langu.."

Amber pointed at the screen.

"That douchebucket cost me my fucking job, fuckwipe! The hell are you gonna do about my goddamned language?!"

Amber ofund her answer oytside, drinkless and sighing picking herself off the pavemnt as the bouncer smirked a little at her and she shrugged a bit  beforeafter afew minutes later when Amber was compising herself to head back in for what was likley due to be an arrrest warrent  a voice piqued her direction coming through the door.

“Good to see your not holding all that bitterness inside.”

Ciara o'Connor gave her that Trademark smirk even as Amber sighed just a bit eyes narrowing whilst she growled a bit.

"What's it to you Irish?"

Ciara rolls her eyes and smriks a bit.

“It’s a compliment, Amber.”

Ciara shrugs.

“Still unemployed or did you take the branch offered by Spike Kane to be in his school?”

It Was Amber's Turn to shrug non-commital like.

"There was....friction, It worked for a while but Me and Dawn anywhere close to each other was never gonna entirely work out 'specially when she -is- employed."

She gives a little chuckle.

"Apperntly being a Kane give you a free fuckin' pass."

Ciara nods.

“Mm. That’s the rumor. Course if you know the right people you can get an employment opportunity too.”

She manages a small chuckle.

"I'm not sucking anyone's dick.."

Ciara had to smile ruefull yas she countered.

“Never said you had to. Buy a girl a drink? Maybe.”

Amber let loose a disspointed and somewhat sarcastic tone.

"...I just got kicked out of this bar, too"

She shook her head.

"Alright, you got my attention O'Connor."

Ciara nodded a bit and continued on.

“I’m in a faction in Imperial that could really use someone who isn’t afraid to hurt people. Love Charity and Christina to death but they are a little soft touch, yeah?”

Ciara pulls out a contact and shows it Amber.

“I got some pull. I can get you in. Front line. I might not be able to get you King. But Kane? That I can get you.”

A, long, slow pause.

"Well ....fuck me.."

Ciara smiles.

“I remember what a beautiful reign of destruction you can be in the ring. You’re a marvel. You deserve to be there. Big stage. Lights. The works. Sound like a deal?”

Amebr looked at the contract and nodded.

"I'd be a fuckin' idiot to turn this down. Done."

Ciara grinned brightly.

“Fantastic. Welcome aboard the BFC.”

And that was how it went down.