#mav: we're keeping the projector but i have to sound like i want to do business

[worldsouls]

"hey, this is nice!" // vaas to mav!

𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍

When Vaas said something was nice, Mav learned that there was a 40% percent chance Vaas was talking about drugs. And hey, Mav wasn't there to judge, she was just there for the same reason Vaas was: to steal shit out of a new gang's turf. It was a pretty easy deal, some jackass gang leader got arrested and the gang fell apart without anyone to lead them, which meant there was plenty of room to stretch in Heywood. The base was abandoned too, with firearms and ammunition scattered for whoever was there to claim it first.

"Huh. Look at that!" Mav pursed her lips together as she laid sights on what Vaas had found. An old projector, must've been something from the 2020s, real vintage type shit people would use to watch movies at home. Still, the thing looked brand new, nary a scratch or dent on it. "You think it works? Could fetch us a pretty eddie if we find the right buyer."

But it would be pretty sweet at the clubhouse, it'd get plenty of use with Mav's pack too. Hell, even Los Piratas could...Mav looked away, shrugging to keep those cooler appearance up when she was around another gang leader. Still, a smile spread across her face as she thought of keeping such a preem relic. "Or. Could keep it and just use it at the clubhouse? Watch movies, build morale, keep people from blowin' each other's brains out 'cause they're fighting over who gets the last can of beer?"