Black Snow: Two Drink Minimum

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Hawaiian Mike: Don’t you ever worry about my reasons, Black Snow.

Black Snow: Believe me, I won’t.

Lightning Lad: We have matters of-

Hawaiian Mike: -great import, I know. Well, do you have money of great import?

Lightning Lad: Aye.

Black Snow: Give me a name before I have to beat it out of you.

Hawaiian Mike: I can see why the boy here admires you so.

Black Snow: A name.

Hawaiian Mike: Heard the Jester and Guerilla might be-

Black Snow: No. Not no second-rate dweebs like that. I want a big fish. I want someone who matters. I want one of Van Buren’s boys.

Hawaiian Mike: Well, well. A man who runs towards the flames. I admire that. Might be I can give you a name. It won’t come cheap.

Black Snow: I got twenty bucks and two fists. Which do you prefer?

Hawaiian Mike: I think I’ll take the twenty.