Cuz if you don't care, we don't care

[Sebastian]

Roman Mordvinov

Yuri went over to the nose candy and laid out a couple lines. In only moments he was wiping his nose and trying to breath but Roman saw his eyes light up as they went wide, the shit already hitting his brain. He'd already banked away a nice j for later.

It was all he needed, it seemed, as he bro'd down his 'in', all the while his voice seeming to go distant, like he was a million miles away. Heh, yeah. First time he got hi in forever, he'd bet...at least other than whatever nutmeg he could con or steal for his fix while in jail - and he didn't even want to imagine what he'd have to go through for that!

Roman laughed as he set up his own treat- a little rock cooked up neat as you please. Following proya's example he prepped his own little draw for later- shaolin sleep with a little sherm for that extra kick. For Bas. Yeah. Fuck! His pops was an asshole for that. He'd pay. That day watching Bas walk away pleading for help. He'd done the best he could, gave him the hint he needed. Who knew that off the books warehouse would go down like that. His paranoid bro. Fucking pissed him off.

Nah, escape. Now, now. He didn't want to remember that. He inhaled deeply, tried to drown in it. In moments, it was like his mind retreated and he was riding his body, observing from that comfortable place no one could touch. He threw some E and some blue in his pocket too. They might pick up some girlies later on and it would be good to zoom in when the time came.

"Alright Yuri. Well I'm sure you're tired of jackin' it to whatever big-tittied male guard came by to give you your food. But you're not slick enough for Kallisti's- not yet. But the Blue Moon will have what you need."
Oh yeah it did. Yep yep. And not just the girls, either.

Kolomov's hung out there. And he was feeling a rumble in his gut, a hunger. That fire that he and Bas and Gotya would get when they went out lookin for trouble. Proya looked like he liked trouble.

They headed out to the car- a silver blue 2046 Mustang, white leather interior. The shape was almost that of a leopard or lion crouched and ready to pounce, its raised wheel wells like paws. The engine roared to life that beefy animal growl that burned in the chest and made the ground shake.

He shot proya a grin. "Ready?"
And they tore away. It was a ways away, but the night was nice and he had the windows down, the cool early summer wind blowing, Crutch Rocket slashing on the stereo, the deep heavy power thrum of the dropped C♯ tuned guitars grinding away, amping them up, ear speed to complement the shit they had taken in.

All of it kinda melted together into one massive experience and by the time they actually hit the Blue Moon, it had seemed he had been floating for hours. The guy at the door gave him a look but a flash of bills let him in. He hit one of the couches- near the back with his back to the wall- and popped his feet up. One of the girls came over in a black teddy and sat down on his lap to take his order. It was loud but she was hot. Not like the skinny chick on the stage. She had curves enough for him to drive around on. It took 3 tries before she understood his order- the feel of her lips on his ears repeating it back to him making him laugh with glee.

Then he pushed her off and slapped her firm ass- Shit! Now that was a nice sound he felt in his palm even if he couldn't hear it over the sound of the music- so she could head over to proya. In the meantime, his eyes roamed over the other patrons in the dark light and he saw a few that made him take notice. They were eyeing him. He smirked at them.

Awe yeah. He looked at the girl as she left with their orders- teeth ground together for just a moment at the sight- and then back at the guys. He felt nothing but pure joy.

He looked over at proya and laughed, feeling it go all the way through him. This was life, bitch!


Edited by Sebastian, Sep 8 2016, 12:02 AM.