The RedVipers

Music pulses through the Red Vipers’ clubhouse loud enough to vibrate the walls, blending with conversation, laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional sharp burst of argument from somewhere deeper inside the building. Tonight isn’t business exactly. Not officially. People drift constantly through the clubhouse anyway — local contacts, regulars, girls hanging around the bar, low-level dealers looking for approval, neighborhood residents stopping in for favors, information, protection, or simply the comfort of familiar territory. The Vipers rule this part of the city so completely that even their parties feel structured around them. Near the bar, Blaze talks animatedly with two women while Rizzo smoothly navigates three separate conversations at once without seeming to lose track o