THE KIAMINALS
There's a bar on the less desirable side of Sirena city with no name and no need of one. It's a place new people don't need to learn of, because if you are in need of it then the chances are you are already well acquainted with the place.
It's not somewhere you'd go for a quiet drink or a date, and yet not somewhere you were likely to get mugged unless the mugger really wanted to die horribly.
The owner and bartender has their own share of legends, a certain Mx Araceli Rendón — Spanish born, with dark-sclera'd eyes, a tiny frame and an attitude like a volatile explosive. It's how the bar got its nickname 'Fireworks'.
That and the sheer quantity of danger ever present in the aura of the place.
There's a very close knit community amongst those known as the Kiaminals, a strange bunch of the very best of the criminal underworld often found at the Fireworks bar.
It's not somewhere you'd go for a quiet drink or a date, and yet not somewhere you were likely to get mugged unless the mugger really wanted to die horribly.
The owner and bartender has their own share of legends, a certain Mx Araceli Rendón — Spanish born, with dark-sclera'd eyes, a tiny frame and an attitude like a volatile explosive. It's how the bar got its nickname 'Fireworks'.
That and the sheer quantity of danger ever present in the aura of the place.
There's a very close knit community amongst those known as the Kiaminals, a strange bunch of the very best of the criminal underworld often found at the Fireworks bar.