>Show them your driver's license
>Yuugi takes it. "Cell," she says, holding out her hand. Chiko produces a cell phone from her pocket and hands it to Yuugi. She dials a number, and looks toward the ceiling while waiting for the other side to pick.
>"Yo, Ace, it's Yuugs," says Yuugi. "Yeah, I got a job that might interest you maybe. ...Look, I didn't know you were having a pizza. Use a fucking napkin, Christ. Well it's not my fault you didn't any, look shut up. Alright. So there's this chick here partying with us. She's got this thing, apparently someone named Nue Houjuu is stalking her? Like, professionally. Well, slipshod professionally. She wants to know what you can dig up. No, I don't know what she's paying, talk to her about that. Yeah, I got you some insurance. Her name's Reiuji Utsuho..."
>Yuugi reads off the information on your driver's license, then the email address you gave them. "Yeah, that'll do for you end, right? Good. Catch you when we need some real shit, unless you wanna come party with us. Naw? S'fine. Keep it straight."
>She hangs up, gives Chiko back her phone, and gives you back your license. "Ace'll think about it, so check your shit when you get home. If she doesn't get to you by tomorrow, I'd try something else because she don't care."
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