09-12-2014, 10:35 AM
Sebastian- Bas to his friends- walked down the sidewalk. The sun was warm despite its being the middle of winter. Not enough to lose his green military cut jacket, of course. He wasn't gonna freeze his balls off just because the sun decided to show itself after weeks of hiding behind clouds.
Didn't matter though. The cold air in his lungs invigorated him. Well, it wasn't just the cold air. He looked down at his black boots and saw the small smudge on it. He didn't bother cleaning it off. He never did. Blood always blended in with the rest of the shoe anyway once it dried. He smiled. Those fuckers thought they could jack them, huh? Get in on their turf?
Mr. Mordvinov had been pretty adamant that he and Roman teach those dicks a lesson. That asshole Vlad got himself offed by the police and everyone had pretty much scrambled to take a chunk of what he had while his underlings fought over control of the family. Course, didn't help that Vlad was such a control freak. His ambrosia was like no other drug they had ever seen. He knew he'd never had such a good high. It was like X and Viagra and weed and every other good drug he'd ever taken rolled into one. Fuck, but that was a great night! For him and the girls. He wondered if there was any more ambrosia out there. Cuz Vlad's people were sure as shit not making anymore. Vlad had kept the formula secret. And now that he was dead? Gone. They'd tried to recreate it- had their white-coats analyzing it or some shit, to try to figure out how it was done. But so far nothing.
But in anycase, Vlad's death had left a nice big opening and Mr. Mordvinov made sure that they moved into that territory. Course, that meant the occasional scuffle. But that was what Bas liked best. Roman gave him the nod and Bas and a couple of guys went and decided to give them a little taste of being on the wrong side.
But shit, he was hungry now! His wallet buzzed and it was his brother Arkady. "Sup brateek....Man, you read my mind. Yeah, eating sounds good...Chesterfields?...Nah, I'll look it up. See ya."
A quick check of the phone for directions- and a couple trains later- and he was walking into the place. His green military jacket, black jeans and boots fit in as good as any. His close shaved head was uncovered. He saw Kady and Karl in a booth and thrust his chin out in greeting. The blonde hostess said, "How many?"
She was cute. Little thin, but that was ok. In the end, that didn't necessarily matter. He smiled to himself. In the end. Hah! As long as she wasn't too thin there. He always liked a little more ass.
He leaned forward on the hostess stand, smiling at her, his voice low. "Well, let me think. There's me. And there's you."
He looked down and idly touched her hand that held the wax pen. Then he looked up at her giving the smile that the girls seemed to like. "How many does that make?"
The look on her face was friendly and he could tell she liked his moxy. But she could play along too, it seemed. With a seductive smile, she leaned in and in a louder voice called out, "Table for one!"
He busted out laughing and so did she. He gave her a sweet smile."You win gorgeous."
He nodded to his brother and Karl. "I'm with them."
He gave her one more look that said he thought her pretty cool and started to walk away before turning around quickly and saying in exaggerated almost singing tones, "You broke my heart woman,"
holding his hands to his heart. "But imma win you back."
A last smile at her, to show that it was all good, and he was at the table. "What's up brateek?"
He clapped Kady on the shoulder in affection, and also to shove him over so he could sit on the end of the bench. "What's going on?"
Didn't matter though. The cold air in his lungs invigorated him. Well, it wasn't just the cold air. He looked down at his black boots and saw the small smudge on it. He didn't bother cleaning it off. He never did. Blood always blended in with the rest of the shoe anyway once it dried. He smiled. Those fuckers thought they could jack them, huh? Get in on their turf?
Mr. Mordvinov had been pretty adamant that he and Roman teach those dicks a lesson. That asshole Vlad got himself offed by the police and everyone had pretty much scrambled to take a chunk of what he had while his underlings fought over control of the family. Course, didn't help that Vlad was such a control freak. His ambrosia was like no other drug they had ever seen. He knew he'd never had such a good high. It was like X and Viagra and weed and every other good drug he'd ever taken rolled into one. Fuck, but that was a great night! For him and the girls. He wondered if there was any more ambrosia out there. Cuz Vlad's people were sure as shit not making anymore. Vlad had kept the formula secret. And now that he was dead? Gone. They'd tried to recreate it- had their white-coats analyzing it or some shit, to try to figure out how it was done. But so far nothing.
But in anycase, Vlad's death had left a nice big opening and Mr. Mordvinov made sure that they moved into that territory. Course, that meant the occasional scuffle. But that was what Bas liked best. Roman gave him the nod and Bas and a couple of guys went and decided to give them a little taste of being on the wrong side.
But shit, he was hungry now! His wallet buzzed and it was his brother Arkady. "Sup brateek....Man, you read my mind. Yeah, eating sounds good...Chesterfields?...Nah, I'll look it up. See ya."
A quick check of the phone for directions- and a couple trains later- and he was walking into the place. His green military jacket, black jeans and boots fit in as good as any. His close shaved head was uncovered. He saw Kady and Karl in a booth and thrust his chin out in greeting. The blonde hostess said, "How many?"
She was cute. Little thin, but that was ok. In the end, that didn't necessarily matter. He smiled to himself. In the end. Hah! As long as she wasn't too thin there. He always liked a little more ass.
He leaned forward on the hostess stand, smiling at her, his voice low. "Well, let me think. There's me. And there's you."
He looked down and idly touched her hand that held the wax pen. Then he looked up at her giving the smile that the girls seemed to like. "How many does that make?"
The look on her face was friendly and he could tell she liked his moxy. But she could play along too, it seemed. With a seductive smile, she leaned in and in a louder voice called out, "Table for one!"
He busted out laughing and so did she. He gave her a sweet smile."You win gorgeous."
He nodded to his brother and Karl. "I'm with them."
He gave her one more look that said he thought her pretty cool and started to walk away before turning around quickly and saying in exaggerated almost singing tones, "You broke my heart woman,"
holding his hands to his heart. "But imma win you back."
A last smile at her, to show that it was all good, and he was at the table. "What's up brateek?"
He clapped Kady on the shoulder in affection, and also to shove him over so he could sit on the end of the bench. "What's going on?"