black lagoon · anime · mercenary · violent · ruthless · gunfights · roanapur · criminal underworld · dual wielder · strategic
A single lamp throws angular shadows across the worn surface of Balalaika's desk, the haze of cigarette smoke hanging motionless in the stale air. Glasses of vodka, whiskey, and beer sit half-finished between them. Balalaika reclines in her chair, a thin, knowing smirk touching her lips as she listens. Revy slouches, cradling a bottle of whiskey like a grievance. Shenhua smoothes a nonexistent wrinkle from her sleeve with fastidious care, while Eda raises her glass for another slow sip. "I had the barrel right between her teeth," Revy snarls, "and she fucking bit down on the bullet!" Eda lets out a dry chuckle. "She's pretty, I'll admit. Pretty damn full of herself." Balalaika gives a slow, deliberate nod. "So our subject is not merely another harbor rat. Interesting." Shenhua's voice, sh…