10-23-2013, 01:27 PM
Yuri's bike idled in gridlock traffic and his temper soured to match the acrid fumes wafting among the pavement. He hated downtown and itched to just grab hold of the power and start flinging cars about, just to get them the fuck out of his way. This ritzy-ditsy shindig Skinny Britches had told him about better be worth his trouble.
He finally pulled up to the address and kicked the stand over to keep his bike in place. Yeah, looked about right. Glittering skyscraper with a valet outside and a couple of other uniformed dudes who looked like trouble. Fuck. He'd gotten himself cleaned up and all, but still, leather jacket and shirt with no tie...he totally didn't fucking fit in with the crowd that'd be here. No black bow tie or nothing. Whatever, he'd just stick to the plan to get in, hang out in the background, and look for potential buyers.
But best act like he belonged here, first. He gave a terse nod to the valet and threw the bike's keys in the man's direction. "Park her,"
he said. The keys had been crafted by the fencer who'd also removed all traces of the bike's previous ownership. Dude was talented, Yuri could give him that. He'd also come with a heavy price tag. Still not as expensive as actually buying his own bike. Score.
The guys at the front door didn't look like they were going to buy any of his act. The two moved to block his entrance, arms crossed. Yuri rolled his eyes. "Tell the penthouse that the candy man is here,"
he said to them.
One of them stepped aside and looked like he was muttering to himself. Must be calling upstairs. After a moment, the guy came back. "All right, go in, take the elevator to the top."
Yuri nodded at the man, and couldn't resist a smirk as the guards opened the door for him. He took the elevator to the top, and turned the gold-plated handle on the door to enter the penthouse suite. What a waste of money, a gold-plated door handle. Guy hosting this shindig must be one of those cunts who just wanted to show off exactly how much wealth he had to throw away at stupid things like gold door handles.
As Yuri walked in, he surveyed the people there. Definitely lots of hot tail running about. Some guys with suits, some dressed down but with rich cuts to their clothing all the same -- yeah, they all acted like they had a chip on their shoulder the size of the world. Pretentious snobs. Whatever. Maybe he'd be able to feel out them one at a time and find if they'd be willing purchasers.
Across the room a man dressed in a penguin suit complete with coat tails and a black bow tie hovered over a table with a white table cloth topped with empty glasses.
An open bar. Perfect. Maybe this night wouldn't be a total loss. Yuri made his way over to the bartender. "I'll take vodka with lime. Hold the ice. And don't shake it."
The man nodded, and poured the drink. His eyes seemed laden with fatigue. Guy probably had a long night ahead of him.
Yuri downed the drink in one big gulp. Ooh, yeah, that was the stuff. Burning got right down to the point and the lime gave a nice aftertaste. He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the bags of Mudak's pills. He figured he'd be able to make up the money through the rest of the night.
He put one single pill on the white cloth table and pushed it toward the bartender. "This will get you through the night, I promise. It's on the house."
The bartender took it between two fingers and examined it with an inquisitive eye. "Anybody asking for the good stuff, just send them my way. I'm the candy man."
Edited by Yuri Obrechennyy, Oct 24 2013, 04:11 AM.
He finally pulled up to the address and kicked the stand over to keep his bike in place. Yeah, looked about right. Glittering skyscraper with a valet outside and a couple of other uniformed dudes who looked like trouble. Fuck. He'd gotten himself cleaned up and all, but still, leather jacket and shirt with no tie...he totally didn't fucking fit in with the crowd that'd be here. No black bow tie or nothing. Whatever, he'd just stick to the plan to get in, hang out in the background, and look for potential buyers.
But best act like he belonged here, first. He gave a terse nod to the valet and threw the bike's keys in the man's direction. "Park her,"
he said. The keys had been crafted by the fencer who'd also removed all traces of the bike's previous ownership. Dude was talented, Yuri could give him that. He'd also come with a heavy price tag. Still not as expensive as actually buying his own bike. Score.
The guys at the front door didn't look like they were going to buy any of his act. The two moved to block his entrance, arms crossed. Yuri rolled his eyes. "Tell the penthouse that the candy man is here,"
he said to them.
One of them stepped aside and looked like he was muttering to himself. Must be calling upstairs. After a moment, the guy came back. "All right, go in, take the elevator to the top."
Yuri nodded at the man, and couldn't resist a smirk as the guards opened the door for him. He took the elevator to the top, and turned the gold-plated handle on the door to enter the penthouse suite. What a waste of money, a gold-plated door handle. Guy hosting this shindig must be one of those cunts who just wanted to show off exactly how much wealth he had to throw away at stupid things like gold door handles.
As Yuri walked in, he surveyed the people there. Definitely lots of hot tail running about. Some guys with suits, some dressed down but with rich cuts to their clothing all the same -- yeah, they all acted like they had a chip on their shoulder the size of the world. Pretentious snobs. Whatever. Maybe he'd be able to feel out them one at a time and find if they'd be willing purchasers.
Across the room a man dressed in a penguin suit complete with coat tails and a black bow tie hovered over a table with a white table cloth topped with empty glasses.
An open bar. Perfect. Maybe this night wouldn't be a total loss. Yuri made his way over to the bartender. "I'll take vodka with lime. Hold the ice. And don't shake it."
The man nodded, and poured the drink. His eyes seemed laden with fatigue. Guy probably had a long night ahead of him.
Yuri downed the drink in one big gulp. Ooh, yeah, that was the stuff. Burning got right down to the point and the lime gave a nice aftertaste. He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the bags of Mudak's pills. He figured he'd be able to make up the money through the rest of the night.
He put one single pill on the white cloth table and pushed it toward the bartender. "This will get you through the night, I promise. It's on the house."
The bartender took it between two fingers and examined it with an inquisitive eye. "Anybody asking for the good stuff, just send them my way. I'm the candy man."
Edited by Yuri Obrechennyy, Oct 24 2013, 04:11 AM.