Bright Lights, Bloody Nights, Big City: Vampire Game Thread

[imperfect vision]

"Aw, let the lady stay; she won't hurt none. 'Sides, women can vote now. Government is the fuel of the future, I swear. Bigger 'n the automobile."

He allows himself a seat, brushing off his suit, and casts a glance over to the young lady.

[Josh]

His skyward eyes indicated his contempt for the whole concept of voting- again, this was Chicago they were in.

"This is our kind of business," he said to him, before glancing back at Cassie. "Go on kid, out the door."

Asshole goes and plops on his furniture without asking? He's starting to figure the hick for a clanmate.

[Bratty]

She puts down the pad of paper and frowns. She thought she was being useful, but is being dismissed. Well, he is her boss...but certainly can't she do something more than just a song and dance? She puts down the bottle, and says quietly, "For you, gents. I thought you might be thirsty." And stands to leave.

[imperfect vision]

"Business is business, sure... but ya keep the company ya have and they wind up in th' middle of it anyway.

Gotcherself a zealous one, fer sure. Do you take twenty for her too?" He quirks a brow, curious.

[Josh]

He was going to have to clear her up on the drink thing, but that would come later. He waited a couple of beats, then looks over at her.

"Why are you still here?" he asked coldly.

[Charon]

Marcus went up to the bar and grabbed a few different drinks, paying for them and grabbing a glass he went back to his corner and began mixing, cutting his arm and letting blood drip into the glass. Then he poured more alcohol in and stirred it. With a secondary thought he closed the wound. Then he waited.

[Bratty]

She was already leaving when he was broaching the question, but alas, Wright is not known for his patience. She pretends like she doesn't hear any of it - it is safer that way.

As she closes the door behind her, she goes to her room and shuts the door behind her. She is ready to retire for the evening. At least, so she thinks.

[imperfect vision]

He decides to remain silent as the woman leaves the room, hands folded in his lap, blinking ever so slowly as he awaits the exchange.

[Bratty]

Oh yes, one more thing. She pushes the dresser in front of the door, forming her baracade for another night.

[Josh]

"No, the dame's not for sale," he said after she left. He has a momentary flash of distaste, though his distaste for the peddling of human flesh has nothing to do with the more conventional reasons.

Rather, he's thinking on the twenty-four hundred bucks he blew on three corpses in the basement, and how out of the whole auction, fucking Chicken Boy was the one who ended up with a ghoul.

"Anyways... not that I'm not the trusting type," he said to begin. "But let's see some green on the table, then I'll give you a rundown."

[imperfect vision]

He gives a smile, reaches into his coat pocket and lays two pairs of diamond earrings the size of his thumbnail on the table in front of him.

"I assure you I am no petty thief. But for some of the merchandise, it required a little...alteration. The rest are unaltered and flawless."

[Josh]

He picked up one of the diamonds, examining it with his acute vision.

For fuck-all good it did him, since he knew somewhere between jack and shit about diamonds, closer to 'shit' than 'jack', too.

But he could hire the talent to examine them, and if it turned out hick boy here was a con artist, well then, hick boy wouldn't be long for town.

"Name's Wright," he said, studying the diamond. "You?"

[imperfect vision]

"Holden." He waited for a yea or nay on the payment. "That right there could net you, oh, four hundred dollars. Nowhere near what we agreed on, but I simply wouldn't feel proper sporting much more on my corpse."

[Josh]

He shrugged at that. But then, muggers weren't his concern. Anybody who came for him wasn't the type to be looking for petty cash.

"So you say," he said politely. "Okay..." He slid the diamonds into the desk. "To give you the five cent tour..."

He began discussing the major name players of the area, though he didn't cover them in tremendously copious detail. Mostly it was an overview of the names, clans, positions of power, and areas of influence, while omitting the details of who was fucking who, in all the ways their kind fucked each other over.

If the guy was a spy, he wasn't going to learn anything that any serious infiltrators wouldn't already know. Wright was cagey enough not to share his deep, personal feelings on such luminaries as Hans the Fucking Bloody.

[Charon]

Marcus followed after Cassie. Knocking on the door Marcus spoke "Hey Cassie, I've got something for you. A little voice clearer. Keeps you from having to worry about clearing your throat for hours. You want it?"

[imperfect vision]

He takes it all in as best he can, nodding as Wright went along. He says not a peep, until well after Wright is over.

"....I'd say that's worth twenty G's. I'll have them sent over t'morrow. Anything else?"

[Bratty]

Cassie had already gotten into her skivvies and was brushing her hair when she heard the knock. Marcus. As far as she is concerned, he is a big teddy bear. She looks at the dresser in the way and makes a face. Says in a raised voice, "Just a second". She throws on a robe, and moves the dresser out of the way, trying to make sure it doesnt make too much noise. She opens the door with a smile. "Marcus? Oh there you are. Enjoying the party? Won't you come in?"

[Charon]

Marcus smiled. "Well, I've never been one to enjoy the big parties. But it's still good, getting better at singing all the time." Marcus's lie was completely vacant from his face. "So who was in there with Wright? I caught a glimpse of somebody."

[Josh]

"That's what ya paid for, that's what ya get," he said affably. "Now, if you're perhaps in the mood for a bit of dining, you can grab one of the locals on the house. Just so long as you do it discreet-like, of course."

[Bratty]

"Well don't just stand there gawking. Come in, have a drink." She says, her hospitality coming from the small town girl inside. She pulls out a bottle of gin, which seems to be her drink of choice. "Oh, him?" She smiles. "Mmmm...a business man. Owns a juke joint. Like this he says."

[Charon]

Marcus stepped in and took a seat, placing the drink he'd made down on the table in front of Cassie. "Business guy huh? Interesting..." Marcus seemed to focus on the background for a moment as he thought. With a showing of the brandy Marcus raised his hand. "I think I've had too much already anyway." Marcus looked down at the drink he had brought, "Oh, right, the whole reason I'm here. Listen, I know you sing a lot so I figured I'd help you out some. Old family recipe. Tastes like shit so you'll want to drink it down fast. But it should keep your voice clear. At least, that's what grandma always said." Marcus smiled.

[Bratty]

"Really? Did your grandma sing too, Marcus?" She takes the glass and sniffs it, wrinkling her nose. "Whats in it?"

[imperfect vision]

"Mmm. I think they may be a bit on the filthy rich side for my taste. Closer to the filty. But we'll see."

He stands, brushing himself off, as well as the seat that he had used.

"Business is concluded for th' evenin'." He offers a fangy grin.

[Charon]

"Really? Did your grandma sing too, Marcus?" She takes the glass and sniffs it, wrinkling her nose. "Whats in it?"

Marcus looked thoughtful for a moment. "No, I don't think she did. But a lot of her kids did. As for what's in it. You really don't wanna know."

[Bratty]

She gives a wary smile and straightens up. "Bottoms up, right? We only live once." She downs the drink as fast as she can.