10-01-2013, 12:20 PM
Yuri took the bags from Mudak and pocketed them. "Room 415, asking 3 large, sure thing Vlad,"
he said, and took the spiral staircase to the right of the lobby. Not too bad digs here. Polished marble floors and dark oak railing that gave off a nice shine. He wouldn't have known the place was so luxurious from the outside. The fucker ought to be pretty easy to squeeze for some extra cash if he could afford a place like this.
There were still a few of pills from that bag he'd taken from the first job and Yuri's high was wearing off -- he looked at the pills Mudak had given him, and yeah it was the same stuff -- so he popped another one on the way up the stairs. 3k for some pills...pricey shit, but worth it. Made Yuri wonder how that dumb fuck Yuri had strangled earlier had gotten his hands on them. Just like that, he could sense the power again lurking there, teasing him and begging him to ride the lightning. Better wait until the high really kicked in, though, as he was feeling pretty drained. He got to room 415 and knocked on the door.
"It's open!" called a voice on the other side. A loud, thickly accented voice. Definitely Italian.
Yuri pushed the door open, revealing an expansive suite. Two couches and an armchair opposite a view screen, a little fridge, and a nice center coffee table. A crystal decanter half full of dark liquid sat upon a silver tray with two tumblers. Nice sitting room.
A man came in from the bedroom beyond. Kind of short but had his shoulders thrown back and his chin out which seemed to marginalize the height difference. Black hair slicked back and held in place with some kind of gel and sporting a silk white shirt with an olive-colored blazer and matching trousers. Wingtip shoes polished to a shine and three large gold man-rings on his left hand, a ruby stud in his left ear and thick gold chain around the outside of his shirt. Yeah, definitely a total guido. Yuri saw a bulge underneath the man's left armpit when he moved -- yeah, he was packing.
Yuri remained standing. "Vinnie, right?"
Yuri asked.
The man took a step toward Yuri and stared right into his eyes. A little too close for Yuri's comfort. Fuck, if the man tripped he'd fall right into Yuri as close as he was.
"Depends on who wants to know," the man replied. "And I want to know who the fuck are you? Vlad was supposed to come see me, and what he sends you? You look like a bag of shit to me and I don't deal with that."
Ascendancy's balls, this man loved to hear his own voice. Must be compensating for something. "Look, Vlad sent me, okay, so maybe you can help a guy out? It's been a day,"
he replied, in as polite a tone as he knew how to manage.
He reached into his pocket and retrieved the three bags Mudak had given him. "I got the goods here. This is straight up the best shit ever to come out."
Yuri put the bags back in his pocket. If the guy was going to try to haggle, best to start high himself. The price, of course. Not that Yuri wasn't starting to feel pretty high again himself. "Price is three and a half large for all fifteen."
Vinnie's eyes widened at that. Mudak had probably already quoted Vinnie the price of 3, and it likely would have pissed him off to hear it jacked up. Yuri put his hands up to quell any protest. "Get the right market this shit is worth a g a pill easily, you have my word,"
he said. He reached into his other pocket and fingered his own bag. "If you don't believe me I'll even throw in a free sample you can try."
he said, and took the spiral staircase to the right of the lobby. Not too bad digs here. Polished marble floors and dark oak railing that gave off a nice shine. He wouldn't have known the place was so luxurious from the outside. The fucker ought to be pretty easy to squeeze for some extra cash if he could afford a place like this.
There were still a few of pills from that bag he'd taken from the first job and Yuri's high was wearing off -- he looked at the pills Mudak had given him, and yeah it was the same stuff -- so he popped another one on the way up the stairs. 3k for some pills...pricey shit, but worth it. Made Yuri wonder how that dumb fuck Yuri had strangled earlier had gotten his hands on them. Just like that, he could sense the power again lurking there, teasing him and begging him to ride the lightning. Better wait until the high really kicked in, though, as he was feeling pretty drained. He got to room 415 and knocked on the door.
"It's open!" called a voice on the other side. A loud, thickly accented voice. Definitely Italian.
Yuri pushed the door open, revealing an expansive suite. Two couches and an armchair opposite a view screen, a little fridge, and a nice center coffee table. A crystal decanter half full of dark liquid sat upon a silver tray with two tumblers. Nice sitting room.
A man came in from the bedroom beyond. Kind of short but had his shoulders thrown back and his chin out which seemed to marginalize the height difference. Black hair slicked back and held in place with some kind of gel and sporting a silk white shirt with an olive-colored blazer and matching trousers. Wingtip shoes polished to a shine and three large gold man-rings on his left hand, a ruby stud in his left ear and thick gold chain around the outside of his shirt. Yeah, definitely a total guido. Yuri saw a bulge underneath the man's left armpit when he moved -- yeah, he was packing.
Yuri remained standing. "Vinnie, right?"
Yuri asked.
The man took a step toward Yuri and stared right into his eyes. A little too close for Yuri's comfort. Fuck, if the man tripped he'd fall right into Yuri as close as he was.
"Depends on who wants to know," the man replied. "And I want to know who the fuck are you? Vlad was supposed to come see me, and what he sends you? You look like a bag of shit to me and I don't deal with that."
Ascendancy's balls, this man loved to hear his own voice. Must be compensating for something. "Look, Vlad sent me, okay, so maybe you can help a guy out? It's been a day,"
he replied, in as polite a tone as he knew how to manage.
He reached into his pocket and retrieved the three bags Mudak had given him. "I got the goods here. This is straight up the best shit ever to come out."
Yuri put the bags back in his pocket. If the guy was going to try to haggle, best to start high himself. The price, of course. Not that Yuri wasn't starting to feel pretty high again himself. "Price is three and a half large for all fifteen."
Vinnie's eyes widened at that. Mudak had probably already quoted Vinnie the price of 3, and it likely would have pissed him off to hear it jacked up. Yuri put his hands up to quell any protest. "Get the right market this shit is worth a g a pill easily, you have my word,"
he said. He reached into his other pocket and fingered his own bag. "If you don't believe me I'll even throw in a free sample you can try."