New Contact [Ft. Lyric Richko ] || [ After Hours ]

Lyric was slightly surprised he got a letter in the mail. He hasn't told anyone where he lived, so he wondered if it was another hacker or maybe an assassin. However it was only slightly as this wasn't completely abnormal from his life. He noticed all the note had was an address and he recognized it as a nearby bar. A bit shady, but not horrible.

Putting on a light blue dress and some ribbons on his pigtails he got his purse and looked through it. Money, phone, and a few more items - perfect. Lyric walked out of the door of his apartment, locking it behind him.

On the way there, Lyric passed many different people. He didn't live in the nicest part of town, but maybe it was a bit more comfortable for him, after all it wasn't as if he had a clean record.

Upon entering the bar he sees the lone person sitting. He takes a seat next to him and twirls the letter in his hand. "You called?" He then dropped the note onto the table and sized up the other. He put a few pieces in his head before smiling slightly. "Oh, Juelz Santana, how interesting..."

Lyric is unfazed by how his gender was addressed. He honestly knew most people would never understand it, but he's taught himself to be less emotional about it. However he does adjust his pigtails slightly as he feels one getting a bit loose. He bites his lip as he should have redone them before he left. The dress he's wearing is an elegant sundress, nothing cheep about it. It seems to be made out of a mixture of cotton and silk and it's a wonder why he even has the dress in the first place.

Upon the drink statement he makes a small half smile, then orders a ginger-ale. He pulls his phone out from his bag as he waits, one of the newer android models. He then quickly leans over and wraps his arm around Juelz. With a cheerful voice he says, "Selfy." And then he takes the picture whether or not Juelz went to safety. Afterwards he puts his phone away and just sits and contemplates what was asked of him. A proposal, well it couldn't hurt to listen.

Lyric made an innocent look and tilted his head. "Alright then. what did you want to ask?" He then picks up his drink and if you notice closely his arms seem to be shaking a bit, as if he might drop the glass. Actually looking at his entire figure, the boy is like a twig, but still with a decent figure. Though he looks easily breakable and it's a bit odd considering what he does that he's still in one piece.

Lyric thinks about what Juelz says. Now for him to work under someone, well he hasn't done that in months. Actually the last time he did something like this is didn't go so well for the clientele. Well, why not try again, after all yolo.

He leaned in closer and gave a smirk. "So you want to know my price." He then went back to sitting normally. "I'll tell you a joke." He starts to childishly spin around on the bar stool as he says his joke. "If a person dies, life goes on. If you die, what happens?"

He stops spinning suddenly and smiles. "No one cares of course." Now this joke might be funny to Lyric, but to others, maybe not so. But as Juelz would be absorbing the joke, Lyric is getting out his phone again. He gets up a document and shows it to the other.

"My contract is simple. Protect me and as they say, give me the resources if you want certain info. Above all else..." He pauses to see if the other is listening. "Entertain me." The phone screen has not the rules, but what would happen if one didn't follow the rules. Now for a man of Juelz's position, it's a wonder what Lyric would be able to even do to them, but then he'd have to find out himself.

There were little signs - the wandering eyes and the pauses. Lyric could tell that he confused the heck out of Juelz. He probably never met a person like Lyric, but then Lyric never met a person like himself either. It wasn't that his personality would be very hard to match, but combining it with his actions would enlarge the gap.

Well what entertainment did Lyric like, it was actually a tough question. He was a bit childish and liked playing games and such, but he found after you learn the trick to a game, you can almost guarantee victory. And that was pretty much his life actually. You find the pattern and after examining you can deduct.

Back to the question of entertainment Lyric smiled and said a simple answer. "Whatever you think I'd like." To Lyric it was straightforwards as he's given many hints of his personality and his likes and dislikes; surely the other could think of something, but maybe not.

"Or... you'll visit me? Not only for work?" His voice got a bit softer and fragile like his body. Was there a secret need to this boy? In truth this was all a test for Juelz that Lyric was giving to see how he would respond and learn about him. After all, life is a game.

While Lyric waits for an answer he sees someone approach both of them. He immediately realizes it is one of Juelz's acquaintances. Smiling he takes another sip of his drink then is a bit surprised when he's asked to leave. Lyric's expression doesn't give anything away as he tilts his head and gives an adorable smile. "Alright then~" He jumps off the seat, stumbling a bit from his weak legs. He then grabs his bag and drink to head to the back.

In the bar there were some private back rooms just for parties of people, usually ending up with drunks and whatnot, but Lyric just went into an empty one. Putting his drink down on the table he got out his cellphone and a cord. He looked up in the corner of the room to see a small security camera and he smirked.

After managing to reach the camera from a ladder he found in a closet, Lyric had hooked up his phone to the camera. Now with a few smart pushes of some buttons he managed to get the audio and video of the main bar on his phone. He gives a mental cheer as he did it and wants to see what this man Juelz is really like.

As Lyric watched his phone with interest, the talk, then as they started to brawl. He tilted his head. "Oh, they're fighting..." Looking at the door he wondered if he should lock it in case someone came in. Well he unhooked his phone and put it in his pocket, having it in a wireless mode. He walked up to the door and put his ear to it, able to hear the fighting from where he was. Deciding it wasn't safe to leave he just backed away and looked for anything he could use as a weapon.

He thought locking the door would end up being a hindering an only escape route if he needed it. And really if someone wanted to come in, with their level of power they could just knock the door down. He rummages through his purse and gets out a yo-yo which is made out of steel. Giving it a few twirls he goes back to looking at his phone while listening to the noise carefully in case it gets closer to him.

Lyric noticed that on the video, there were people coming closer, but then were taken down. He was mildly happy that he was safe since that's what he wanted. He tried to remember the last time he was attacked and ended up with an unpleasant vision. He remembered the ending scene in front of him and it was rather ugly.

Well as he waits in his room he wondered what Juelz would do when he came back for Lyric. Surely he wouldn't leave if he wanted him so badly. For precautions he took a small bottle of liquid and a lighter, putting it in a pocket. He guessed he was ready, at least he thought he did.