Post by Alvin "0" on Jan 29, 2015 22:41:32 GMT -5
"So many things to arrange... So many people to get in touch with... Oh quit your groaning. You're not dead. Yet."
Alvin quite calmly sat on a chair, two thuggish looking men dressed in black standing on either side of him, both with hands on their guns. Alvin himself had a gun in his lap, several needles in his pants, and multiple switchblades in his pockets of his pants and jacket, and he was wearing a pair of latex gloves. He also held a combat knife in his left hand, dripping blood. The blood was... unhappily provided by the man in front of him zip tied to a chair, a stab wound in his shoulder. Alvin stood, grabbing his gun with his right hand as he did so.
"Look, we gave you the drugs ahead of time because you assured our guy that you would pay. We needed an in to the city, and to start distribution as fast as we could so as to establish our presence. Everyone else paid. You... did not. And attempted to keep the money. That is, as we say, a bad idea. I am young. I am not stupid. I am a professional. These two here are also professionals. So, as we can't kill you, because you disappearing would be obvious, and because we did get our money back in the end, we're gonna let you go."
The tied up man seemed almost relieved. As Alvin started walking out, he paused as he opened the door.
"Break his kneecaps. And a rib or two."
As the man screamed in horror as the two thugs approached him, Alvin shut the door and sighed as he walked down a few of the concrete steps.
"So tiresome... I need a drink."
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"Are you even old enough to drink here?"
"My ID says I am. Do you care? I'm paying up front."
The man considered, then took the money Alvin was holding out and slid him a drink. This being one of the... far less reputable bars in the area, the bartender decided that money was worth the possible law suits. The kid seemed like he'd be fine. Alvin grabbed his drink and turned around on his stool to lean against the bar, looking out at the other patrons of the room.
"People are odd at times... why would a man break his word?"
Alvin quite calmly sat on a chair, two thuggish looking men dressed in black standing on either side of him, both with hands on their guns. Alvin himself had a gun in his lap, several needles in his pants, and multiple switchblades in his pockets of his pants and jacket, and he was wearing a pair of latex gloves. He also held a combat knife in his left hand, dripping blood. The blood was... unhappily provided by the man in front of him zip tied to a chair, a stab wound in his shoulder. Alvin stood, grabbing his gun with his right hand as he did so.
"Look, we gave you the drugs ahead of time because you assured our guy that you would pay. We needed an in to the city, and to start distribution as fast as we could so as to establish our presence. Everyone else paid. You... did not. And attempted to keep the money. That is, as we say, a bad idea. I am young. I am not stupid. I am a professional. These two here are also professionals. So, as we can't kill you, because you disappearing would be obvious, and because we did get our money back in the end, we're gonna let you go."
The tied up man seemed almost relieved. As Alvin started walking out, he paused as he opened the door.
"Break his kneecaps. And a rib or two."
As the man screamed in horror as the two thugs approached him, Alvin shut the door and sighed as he walked down a few of the concrete steps.
"So tiresome... I need a drink."
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"Are you even old enough to drink here?"
"My ID says I am. Do you care? I'm paying up front."
The man considered, then took the money Alvin was holding out and slid him a drink. This being one of the... far less reputable bars in the area, the bartender decided that money was worth the possible law suits. The kid seemed like he'd be fine. Alvin grabbed his drink and turned around on his stool to lean against the bar, looking out at the other patrons of the room.
"People are odd at times... why would a man break his word?"
