10-25-2013, 03:22 PM
Yuri flashed a semblance at a smile and pocketed the cash given to him by the suit over by the terrace balustrade overlooking the twinkling stars overhead and the Moscow lights beneath. "Come see me if you need more,"
he said. Not that it was likely. Guy had bought a lot, and from the looks of it the little doll by his side -- more plastic than flesh, probably -- just one pill would be enough to get her willing to do anything.
He turned away from the guy -- dude's head was so far up his own ass Yuri was surprised he could even speak. He probably ran the motor vehicle division or something like that. At least he'd had plenty of money, enough to get a premium price from one of his bags. Customers had been harder to find than he'd expected. That bartender must not be doing his job promoting him. And I wasted a pill on that fucker.
But Yuri had found a number of guests quite willing to accept solicitations. Yeah, they were practically begging to get fucked up -- and had plenty of money on them. Wouldn't be long before he made Mudak's minimum and he still had plenty of shit to sell.
Yuri took another swig from his drink. At least the bartender had done something right. The vodka was doing its job. Yuri swam in the power -- grasping as much as he could hold, he rode that rush of fire and ice and felt so...alive.
Yuri made his way back through the hallway. Maybe there'd be some new food out by now. Hopefully something with charred meat.
He stopped mid-hall. Footsteps behind him. So soft he wouldn't have heard them had he not been so full of the power. "Trick or treat," he heard.
Yuri opened the door to a side bedroom -- empty at the moment -- and turned around. Sure as shit, there was a man there who had followed him. A big guy, short hair and full, trimmed beard, with a well-cut gray shirt and coat. Didn't really scream of looking for ways to throw his money around, but certainly not underground trash. Yuri hadn't seen him around before.
"Trick or treat. That's funny. You looking for a treat, maybe I can help you out,"
Yuri said.
He met the man's gaze. Something about the way the guy stared at Yuri set him on edge. Fucking yellow eyes? What stupid looking contacts.
"I got shit to do, man, speak up or get on your way."
he said. Not that it was likely. Guy had bought a lot, and from the looks of it the little doll by his side -- more plastic than flesh, probably -- just one pill would be enough to get her willing to do anything.
He turned away from the guy -- dude's head was so far up his own ass Yuri was surprised he could even speak. He probably ran the motor vehicle division or something like that. At least he'd had plenty of money, enough to get a premium price from one of his bags. Customers had been harder to find than he'd expected. That bartender must not be doing his job promoting him. And I wasted a pill on that fucker.
But Yuri had found a number of guests quite willing to accept solicitations. Yeah, they were practically begging to get fucked up -- and had plenty of money on them. Wouldn't be long before he made Mudak's minimum and he still had plenty of shit to sell.
Yuri took another swig from his drink. At least the bartender had done something right. The vodka was doing its job. Yuri swam in the power -- grasping as much as he could hold, he rode that rush of fire and ice and felt so...alive.
Yuri made his way back through the hallway. Maybe there'd be some new food out by now. Hopefully something with charred meat.
He stopped mid-hall. Footsteps behind him. So soft he wouldn't have heard them had he not been so full of the power. "Trick or treat," he heard.
Yuri opened the door to a side bedroom -- empty at the moment -- and turned around. Sure as shit, there was a man there who had followed him. A big guy, short hair and full, trimmed beard, with a well-cut gray shirt and coat. Didn't really scream of looking for ways to throw his money around, but certainly not underground trash. Yuri hadn't seen him around before.
"Trick or treat. That's funny. You looking for a treat, maybe I can help you out,"
Yuri said.
He met the man's gaze. Something about the way the guy stared at Yuri set him on edge. Fucking yellow eyes? What stupid looking contacts.
"I got shit to do, man, speak up or get on your way."