The cell door slammed shut with a loud metal clang behind them, the jail-style bars doing nothing to help insulate this room against the oppressive, damp cold of this sub-basement that Spider had had them thrown into. There were a couple of makeshift beds in the room, slightly damp from the environment, and a curtain was partially drawn in the corner where a toilet sat.
“Well, this is no way to start a friendship!” Shouted an annoyed Nymia, who then turned to look at Jeremiah “You, Jay,” she said his nickname a bit mockingly “I told you to let me do the talking if he brought up a deal! You don’t talk like that to a crime lord, especially a vampire crime lord who has lived through the entirety of modern history. He has a bit of a thing about being respected.”
Jeremiah scoffed a bit and defended himself, “What did I do? All I said was no!”
“You call him a criminal, Jeremiah!” said Nymia, exasperated.
“He is a criminal, Nymia!”