09-29-2014, 03:12 PM
Bas sipped at his wine as he pushed his plate back, not full but content. Roman looked across the table from him. "Nice job with Boris....and his brother. The Kolomov's were pretty pissed I'll tell you. Seems to be working, though. We've expanded into more of Vlad's area."
Bas smiled. That had been pretty sweet day. Interesting, to say the least. Had made a few friends too, including one little investment he hoped paid dividends one day. The kind that made toes curl and throaty moans the neighbors heard. Heh. Maybe. It was funny. Sasha had been the one to hook him, what with that face and that ass. He still thought about that from time to time. Still might giver her a call too. Two investments, really. One ready to tap far sooner than the other, he would wager. But what Ayden might have lacked in the ass-department- and it wasn't bad by any means, no siree, that was for sure. Just not as perfectly apple shaped and round and bitable as Sasha's had been- she certainly made up for in every other way. Sasha had become more boring as the day had progressed. Whereas Ayden had only become more intriguing. But she was engaged. More to the point she was happily engaged. Aye, there's the rub. Oh well. Investments sometimes took time to pay off.
"Just tell me that we have a line of Vlad's supplier- or his stache of the Ambrosia. Shit, but that stuff was good. Best night of my life, taking that stuff."
Well, almost. He thought back to Alex. Talk about sexual napalm. Between her...whatever it was, and his power, God in heaven but had that been something. Got his heart racing just remembering it. And it seemed as much for her as for him. They'd hooked up a few times since then- usually late at night- and each time it was better. It seemed odd him having a...not relationship. He didn't do those. But a regular sex-thing with a cop. Still, both of them got something out of it. He knew he did, anyway. And she wasn't that good of an actress. She did too. It hadn't gotten boring yet. He was sorta curious to see where else it could go, anyway.
"Nah. Nothing yet. We've got some our people on it but so far, all they can figure out is that it's mostly sugar. Now how sugar does that, I'll never know. Leave it to Vlad to have kept that secret to his death, the bastard." Bas shrugged. He didn't really need it. Had just been curious. Roman called over Vitorio and paid the bill, for which Bas saluted him in thanks. "No problem, brateek" After a moment, "You want to hit up Kalisti? Heard they got a new girl or three." He grinned.
Bas thought for a moment. Part of him wanted to....but that would only put him in the mood. And then he'd be calling Alex. He looked at his watch. It was still too early for that. Theirs usually was a post-10pm hook up schedule. "Ehh....I don't really feel like it right now. Feeling some energy. Been a slow couple'a' days. Maybe hit the gym."
He looked down at the plate. "Work off some of this pasta,"
he said with a smile.
Roman shrugged. "All good brateek. Be sure to get a few more cuts and bruises. Makes you look less like a prettyboy and more like a thug." A laugh to show he was joking. While Bas might be "pretty" nobody took him for a prettyboy. At least not more than once- and usually not anything ever after that either. But he laughed at the comment.
"Will try boss. Can't help if I'm too fast for them."
His wallet buzzed and he looked at it. A smile crept onto his face. "Playing with fire. Care to join me?"
Now this might be the fight he was looking for.
"What is it?" asked Roman curiously. He looked up at him and smiled.
"Got a new sparring partner. And he wants a fight."
Roman looked at him for a moment.
"This legit Bas?" He smiled at the ridiculousness of the question after a moment, given the nature of their work. Laughing, "I mean, you're not out making us unnecessary enemies are you?" Roman was his friend. But he was his father's son too.
Bas smiled reassuringly. "Nah, Roman. He's a good guy. Met him at Gracie's a few nights ago. Had a good match and went out for drinks. He was a bit out of fighting shape and think he wants to get back into it quickly."
He shrugged and took a sip of the water instead of wine. "It's all good, man."
Roman looked at him for a moment and then shrugged. He knew Bas. Bas was pretty simple, over all. Cared about his family, his friends and himself. That was pretty much it. Anything that benefited them, he did. Anything that threatened them, he removed. Simple as that. And he was content with that. Roman knew that.
After Bas left, he followed Nox's text to the tunnels and finally made it down where they were. It smelled something fierce and he was glad that he'd not been wearing anything nice beyond a simple leather jacket and jeans and a shirt- along with his always on thick black boots.
Of course he saw Nox and Pyotr right away and nodded to them. Nox looked angry and tense and Pyotr questioning. At least he was there instead of pussing out. Good for the kid. But almost as immediate was the hot-little number standing next to them. She wore a long coat that unfortunately meant that he didn't get a chance to check her out in those jeans. Did catch a flash of curve in her leg or over her shirt, enough to say that a long jacket was definitely unwanted. Pretty thing, if a bit pouty mouthed. He liked his women to smile. Well, more than smile, really. This one looked like smiling was a chore. Too bad. Far too pretty to frown at life. There was something familiar about her though he couldn't put his finger on it. After a moment, he let it go. Oh well.
Soon enough, he forgot about the girl. He looked on the ground and saw this...he didn't know what the hell it was. Looked like a man but....bigger. Harrier. Had claws of some sort. The black around its body glistened in the dim light and he realized it was blood.
For the first time, he was utterly shocked. "What the hell is that thing?"
He looked around at each of them. "What the hell are we doing here?"
Bas smiled. That had been pretty sweet day. Interesting, to say the least. Had made a few friends too, including one little investment he hoped paid dividends one day. The kind that made toes curl and throaty moans the neighbors heard. Heh. Maybe. It was funny. Sasha had been the one to hook him, what with that face and that ass. He still thought about that from time to time. Still might giver her a call too. Two investments, really. One ready to tap far sooner than the other, he would wager. But what Ayden might have lacked in the ass-department- and it wasn't bad by any means, no siree, that was for sure. Just not as perfectly apple shaped and round and bitable as Sasha's had been- she certainly made up for in every other way. Sasha had become more boring as the day had progressed. Whereas Ayden had only become more intriguing. But she was engaged. More to the point she was happily engaged. Aye, there's the rub. Oh well. Investments sometimes took time to pay off.
"Just tell me that we have a line of Vlad's supplier- or his stache of the Ambrosia. Shit, but that stuff was good. Best night of my life, taking that stuff."
Well, almost. He thought back to Alex. Talk about sexual napalm. Between her...whatever it was, and his power, God in heaven but had that been something. Got his heart racing just remembering it. And it seemed as much for her as for him. They'd hooked up a few times since then- usually late at night- and each time it was better. It seemed odd him having a...not relationship. He didn't do those. But a regular sex-thing with a cop. Still, both of them got something out of it. He knew he did, anyway. And she wasn't that good of an actress. She did too. It hadn't gotten boring yet. He was sorta curious to see where else it could go, anyway.
"Nah. Nothing yet. We've got some our people on it but so far, all they can figure out is that it's mostly sugar. Now how sugar does that, I'll never know. Leave it to Vlad to have kept that secret to his death, the bastard." Bas shrugged. He didn't really need it. Had just been curious. Roman called over Vitorio and paid the bill, for which Bas saluted him in thanks. "No problem, brateek" After a moment, "You want to hit up Kalisti? Heard they got a new girl or three." He grinned.
Bas thought for a moment. Part of him wanted to....but that would only put him in the mood. And then he'd be calling Alex. He looked at his watch. It was still too early for that. Theirs usually was a post-10pm hook up schedule. "Ehh....I don't really feel like it right now. Feeling some energy. Been a slow couple'a' days. Maybe hit the gym."
He looked down at the plate. "Work off some of this pasta,"
he said with a smile.
Roman shrugged. "All good brateek. Be sure to get a few more cuts and bruises. Makes you look less like a prettyboy and more like a thug." A laugh to show he was joking. While Bas might be "pretty" nobody took him for a prettyboy. At least not more than once- and usually not anything ever after that either. But he laughed at the comment.
"Will try boss. Can't help if I'm too fast for them."
His wallet buzzed and he looked at it. A smile crept onto his face. "Playing with fire. Care to join me?"
Now this might be the fight he was looking for.
"What is it?" asked Roman curiously. He looked up at him and smiled.
"Got a new sparring partner. And he wants a fight."
Roman looked at him for a moment.
"This legit Bas?" He smiled at the ridiculousness of the question after a moment, given the nature of their work. Laughing, "I mean, you're not out making us unnecessary enemies are you?" Roman was his friend. But he was his father's son too.
Bas smiled reassuringly. "Nah, Roman. He's a good guy. Met him at Gracie's a few nights ago. Had a good match and went out for drinks. He was a bit out of fighting shape and think he wants to get back into it quickly."
He shrugged and took a sip of the water instead of wine. "It's all good, man."
Roman looked at him for a moment and then shrugged. He knew Bas. Bas was pretty simple, over all. Cared about his family, his friends and himself. That was pretty much it. Anything that benefited them, he did. Anything that threatened them, he removed. Simple as that. And he was content with that. Roman knew that.
After Bas left, he followed Nox's text to the tunnels and finally made it down where they were. It smelled something fierce and he was glad that he'd not been wearing anything nice beyond a simple leather jacket and jeans and a shirt- along with his always on thick black boots.
Of course he saw Nox and Pyotr right away and nodded to them. Nox looked angry and tense and Pyotr questioning. At least he was there instead of pussing out. Good for the kid. But almost as immediate was the hot-little number standing next to them. She wore a long coat that unfortunately meant that he didn't get a chance to check her out in those jeans. Did catch a flash of curve in her leg or over her shirt, enough to say that a long jacket was definitely unwanted. Pretty thing, if a bit pouty mouthed. He liked his women to smile. Well, more than smile, really. This one looked like smiling was a chore. Too bad. Far too pretty to frown at life. There was something familiar about her though he couldn't put his finger on it. After a moment, he let it go. Oh well.
Soon enough, he forgot about the girl. He looked on the ground and saw this...he didn't know what the hell it was. Looked like a man but....bigger. Harrier. Had claws of some sort. The black around its body glistened in the dim light and he realized it was blood.
For the first time, he was utterly shocked. "What the hell is that thing?"
He looked around at each of them. "What the hell are we doing here?"