12-23-2014, 03:57 PM
It'd been awhile since that night with Nox and Aurora and Pyotr. While he liked having a new crew to hang out with- especially one with whom he got to practice all kinds of awesome ways to use the power- he was first and foremost a Mordvinov. They were his family and he was loyal them.
Just a few days ago, he and Roman paid a little visit to the newly elected Long Haulers' union leader who needed to understand how things worked. It had taken a little while since the guy seemed to have an unrealistic view of how the world worked. Roman had had to explain it to him. He threw around words like entrepre...something and...and...objectism? Maybe? or something like that.
Most of it went over Bas' head, but that was ok. He didn't need to get the details. He trusted Roman. He'd just do his job and look out for his own. It had been like that since he'd been a kid. But it had worked for him, that was for sure.
That was why he could be walking up the steps of the G.U.M. with extra money in his account. A nice gift for all the work he'd been doing lately to help consolidate Mordvinov takeover of a lot of Vlad's old territory. That meeting with Mik had been a big step. He shuddered, remembering the rest of the night. Or not remembering, actually. All that he really could recall was stepping outside into the cool air. That was about it.
Anyway, that was old news. And he'd gotten a friend out if it. Aurora was a cool chick. And the warehouse had turned out to be a genius move. He was gonna be there a lot.
He walked into the warm building and could feel the money in the air. Lotta upscale stores in here. He had been thinking about a few new suits. He'd heard of the Imperial Tailors. Be nice to have something you couldn't just get anywhere.
Plus, there were some fine lookin women here. Course most had their noses in the air and sticks up their asses. He shrugged. didn't really matter, though. Might be fun to see what he could see, here. He noticed a high class lingerie store and marked that in his mind. After the Tailors, though. Head in there, do a little talking to the help. Flirt with a group of girls shopping for a bridal shower. Maybe talk to a cougar. Who knew with rich chicks. Not that it mattered really. High, low. It was all a game anyway. And it'd be interesting to see the way they responded to his neck tats. And his holstered gun that sometimes peeked out of his jacket. You just didn't know. And that was what made it all so fun.
As he headed toward the Tailors he noticed a blonde that looked familiar. He wasn't the greatest with names. He ended up using 'girlie' a lot. But he did know faces. And they'd met. She was with some guy who definitely seemed out of place.
He put on his biggest grin and sauntered up to her. It wouldn't do to let her know he couldn't remember all that much. He touched her arm. "Hey you, how ya doing?"
Just a few days ago, he and Roman paid a little visit to the newly elected Long Haulers' union leader who needed to understand how things worked. It had taken a little while since the guy seemed to have an unrealistic view of how the world worked. Roman had had to explain it to him. He threw around words like entrepre...something and...and...objectism? Maybe? or something like that.
Most of it went over Bas' head, but that was ok. He didn't need to get the details. He trusted Roman. He'd just do his job and look out for his own. It had been like that since he'd been a kid. But it had worked for him, that was for sure.
That was why he could be walking up the steps of the G.U.M. with extra money in his account. A nice gift for all the work he'd been doing lately to help consolidate Mordvinov takeover of a lot of Vlad's old territory. That meeting with Mik had been a big step. He shuddered, remembering the rest of the night. Or not remembering, actually. All that he really could recall was stepping outside into the cool air. That was about it.
Anyway, that was old news. And he'd gotten a friend out if it. Aurora was a cool chick. And the warehouse had turned out to be a genius move. He was gonna be there a lot.
He walked into the warm building and could feel the money in the air. Lotta upscale stores in here. He had been thinking about a few new suits. He'd heard of the Imperial Tailors. Be nice to have something you couldn't just get anywhere.
Plus, there were some fine lookin women here. Course most had their noses in the air and sticks up their asses. He shrugged. didn't really matter, though. Might be fun to see what he could see, here. He noticed a high class lingerie store and marked that in his mind. After the Tailors, though. Head in there, do a little talking to the help. Flirt with a group of girls shopping for a bridal shower. Maybe talk to a cougar. Who knew with rich chicks. Not that it mattered really. High, low. It was all a game anyway. And it'd be interesting to see the way they responded to his neck tats. And his holstered gun that sometimes peeked out of his jacket. You just didn't know. And that was what made it all so fun.
As he headed toward the Tailors he noticed a blonde that looked familiar. He wasn't the greatest with names. He ended up using 'girlie' a lot. But he did know faces. And they'd met. She was with some guy who definitely seemed out of place.
He put on his biggest grin and sauntered up to her. It wouldn't do to let her know he couldn't remember all that much. He touched her arm. "Hey you, how ya doing?"