10-25-2013, 07:13 PM
Candy man turned out to be a skinny kid slinking down the hall. And weathered as hell: skin drawn across his face like some plastic mask, gaunt as deadwood and glazed off as fuck. A dealer tasting his own shit wouldn't last the month. If it weren't for the thanks he'd get for putting Blue Candy into eager hands he'd ring the kid out a new asshole and dump in bones in the river.
Luckily for shitbreak, fortune favored the greedy.
Silas strolled to his side, reached around and pulled the door shut. The place wasn't a tourist trap where just anyone could take a corner and squat a dump. Didn't mean Silas was interested in center stage business deals, but he was not interested in being seen escorting some Dick For Hire into a bedroom alone. He had fucking morals, you know.
"Maybe I am, and maybe you can help me out," his reply rolled from somewhere deep and hollow. "Or more like help out the people I represent."
He reached into his pocket and pulled forth the million dollar baby.
"I'm looking for Candy," he tossed the pill back to its owner. A little gesture from a big man.
Edited by Silas Kole, Oct 25 2013, 07:14 PM.
Luckily for shitbreak, fortune favored the greedy.
Silas strolled to his side, reached around and pulled the door shut. The place wasn't a tourist trap where just anyone could take a corner and squat a dump. Didn't mean Silas was interested in center stage business deals, but he was not interested in being seen escorting some Dick For Hire into a bedroom alone. He had fucking morals, you know.
"Maybe I am, and maybe you can help me out," his reply rolled from somewhere deep and hollow. "Or more like help out the people I represent."
He reached into his pocket and pulled forth the million dollar baby.
"I'm looking for Candy," he tossed the pill back to its owner. A little gesture from a big man.
Edited by Silas Kole, Oct 25 2013, 07:14 PM.