Description: Sonia travels to Metro City to personally deliver a letter requesting shipments of illegal drugs to Sunshine from the Damnd mon. Flirting, drinking, smoking, and mindless chatter ensues.
It's night underneath Metro Bridge, and the criminal element is out in force. Naturally, this is one of Mad Gear's big stomping grounds, being the dominant force for crime in Metro City, even with Belger dead. Clusters of scalawags and scoundrels are gathered around burning barrels, one such cluster of them featuring the drug lord of Metro City, Damnd. He sits in a half-burnt upholstered chair, smoking a blunt and occasionally drinking from a bottle of rum. He has a big grin on his face, laughing along with the other hoodlums as they party and have fun. When your income is illegal, nothing beats a scene like being underneath Metro Bridge.
It's a good night for oil drum fires, and smokes, as there's a bit of a chill breeze blowing through the area tonight. It didn't help that this place was right by the water either. Approaching the group gathered amidst those worn-out black barrels from the shadows comes a group of three persons. Two rather bulky men dressed in leather sporting colorful hair-dos with a stonefaced expression and... an upperclass, tanned, leggy female in red who looks like she just doesn't belong. The party dos not immediately annnounce themselves before making entry - making their initial impression perhaps seems a bit threatening. But then... the violet-maned woman speaks in deep, rich, tone... a tone that suggest she's fairly well practiced at the art of seduction. A hooker, perahaps...? "We're here to make some business talk..."
Slowly, the gazes of the hoodlums turn towards the two men and their ladyfriend, a couple hoots and whistles erupting from the crowd. "'ey, knock dat off!" Damnd says as he stands, dropping the spent blunt and grinding it out with his boot. Rum bottle in hand, he swaggers over to the trio, putting his free hand on his waist as he grins widely. "So, honey, you want to make a deal with de Damnd mon? Well, you just tell me how I can help you, and den we see if we can work somethin' out," Damnd says with his Jamaican-accented English, eyes hidden by those blue shades as they run up and down over the lady's body and skimpy clothes.
At the hollering emitted by Damnd's boys, Sonia offers a bit of a sly grin. Clearly this is something she's accustomed to. As the dealer himself approaches, and the boys quieten down, her grin becomes an ear-to-ear smile of pearly white perfection... the type of smile that might melt ice nearly instantly...
Taking a step or two out from behind her silent companions, she mirrors Damnd's stance... placing a dainty-looking well-manicured hand with painted nails on her right hip. "GLOW. As much as possible, and a minor shipment of other drugs..." She motions to that 230 lb man sporting a mohawk at her right side, and he reaches into his vest... producing a sealed envelope. "Not to me. My employer will pay big for the shipment, but it has to come to Sunshine City. The details are in the writing." Having finished her little speech, the man flanking her right side takes several steps toward Damnd - extending the letter in silence. "Your contact is in there too."
Damnd cocks an eyebrow, as he accepts the letter. "Well, de Glow, dey stopped making it. It was de Delta Red, dey screwed everyt'ing up. But we still got a supply - it'll cost you, but we can still sell it to you. For de right price, of course." He grins toothily, tucking the envelope into a pocket of his brown-yellow vest. "As for de other stuff, dat's no problem. I know some long haul truckers we use to smuggle stuff from Canada and Mexico - we can get it out to de Sunshine City, no problem."
The woman emits a soft chuckle, "Money is not an issue, I assure you." At the mention of Delta Red, her smile falters a bit. "They do that, don't they?" She knew the deal pretty well herself... wherever there's someone trying to do something even the slightest bit 'fun'... either the military or a ragtag band of do gooders comes along to ruin it for everybody. "You'd think they have nothing beter to do..." She says, a bit under her breath.
The business portion of this little meeting done, she strays slightly off-topic... "Got a smoke?" ...and smiles invitingly again. Perhaps they planned to stay a while. It wasn't often Sonia deigned to spend time with a lot like this... but honestly, it's been a bad week.
"Not tobacco. You get high?" Damnd asks, pulling a blunt out of his vest pocket with a sly grin. "De dankest weed in all of Metro City. I only smoke de best, sweetheart." He looks to the two thugs. "Either of you want a drink?" he asks, wiggling the bottle, although he knows that they'll likely refuse, being bodyguards. Still, can't hurt to be polite!
If they were real bodyguards, that might be the case... but these two? Just thugs who'd accompanied her to make this look legit. That's why, when the drink is offered... the pair look to the woman quizzically. ... To which she offers a careless shrug. "Drinks would be fine. ... And yes, weed is fine also." It's been a while since she'd had a decent smoke. "How much? Not that money is a concern, mind." She says, completely honest, despite the fact that she knows letting them know she has money might increase the rate.
Having said, the she walks away from her entourage... leaving them to join the boys by the fire while she sashays her way toward the dealer himself...
Damnd puts the blunt between his lips, careful not to get it too wet, and pulls out a cheap lighter. He flicks it a few times, before a seven inch lick of flame emits from it, apparently modified for just that effect. He puffs on the blunt, inhaling deeply as he puts the lighter away. He takes a pair of puffs, before he pulls the blunt out of his mouth and offers it to Sonia. "No charge. T'ink of it as a courtesy of biddiness."
The woman watches, her arms folded gently - supporting her ample bossom - beneath her breast, as the dealer lights up and takes a few draws on the blunt before passing it her way. She graciously takes it between her thumb and index finger and places it to her mouth... taking a few silent puffs herself. There is zero coughing from the woman following this, making it plain she's smoked many times before. "...Thanks." She replies to his comment about business courtesy, passing the blunt back to Damnd shortly after. Her eyes fix on the half-moon reflected on the water just outside the bridge area then... "...How's business here?" She asks, caring less about the business and more seeking information on the state of Metro City's shadier dealings. Though she didn't dwell here, it might be nice to know what's been going down in the city... just in case.
"Eh, it's alright," Damnd states with a noncommital shrug of his burly shoulders, taking the blunt back and puffing on it, before blowing a huge cloud of smoke to the side. "Not like it was before dat bastard Haggar. Dat Haggar, he's takin' a piece outta everyone. Drug rehab programs, undercover busts, nobody will take bribes anymore...But it's a living, mon." The ember of the blunt blazes as he inhales, before offering it back. "If only we could kill dat Haggar, den we would be good for life."
Sonia listen quietly, watching the moon's reflection dance on the surface of the water not far out, as she takes what little bit of info he gives her in. Kill Haggar, huh? Maybe once Johann's bid to take Sunshine was through, there'd be some more work out here then. If not for the Cult, then certainly for her. "Haggar..." She takes the blunt back from him, taking another puff and exhaling the smoke out... slowly... "When has that ever been news?" She passes the smoke back to Damnd again and turns her violet eyes toward her entourage who seems to be imbibing far too much by the fire. She gave them permission to drink, not get shitfaced. She scowls a bit.... somebody would be getting a shitkicking later. "...Anything besides that of interest...?"
Damnd takes the blunt and inhales again, certainly taking deep hits, despite his weed addled lungs, having been a stoner since he was in elementary school. "Southtown Syndicate has some interest in Metro City, and Shadaloo is operating here. We was bustin' up some warehouse de other night, and we get inside, only to find a shitload of Shadaloo thugs. We lost some good dudes dat night," Damnd says sadly, as he offers the blunt, now nearly finished, back to Sonia. "You can keep dat. I'm done."
More irrelevant info. She sighed, internally. He probably didn't know much, he was just a dealer perhaps. When was Shadaloo and Southtown Syndicate not vying for power somewhere?
Nodding softly, she takes the blunt back from him and takes another hit... then leans against the stone wall of the underbridge facing the fire... watching the rowdy lot imbibe and chatter boisterously. "I see, I am sorry for your loss." Not really. Like most everything she did it was a fake sentiment but... she knew how annoying it was tolose useful men. "So, what do you boys do for fun around here?" She grins a bit through the smoke... knowing it's a bit of a loaded question... and one sure to provoke sexual commentary from at least one person nearby. It was all good fun though...
"Oh, you know, we drink and do t'ings we shouldn't, we hang out here, we bust heads from de Italians and Irish syndicates...Stuff like dat," Damnd replies. "And of course, mon, we like de ladies. So, do you got a boyfriend, or is you single?" he asks, the inevitable attempt from the rough handed womanizer to score some pie.
"Don't have one currently..." She replies, only slightly honest. She /had/ a lover, and a scary man to provoke he was... but they weren't particularly attached. In fact, their relationship... what little existed beyond business... was pretty tempestuous. "But..." Her grin widens a bit, reciprocating the Jaimacan man's come on... she didn't find him attractive but it was fun to play the game... "I'm not easy." Having had her fill of smoking as well, she drops the possibly expensive blunt to the ground and grinds it out with her heel without a thought. "Why do you ask..?" As if she had to..
Damnd's mouth splits apart in a huge grin at this revelation, sipping the bottle of rum. "Why do I need a reason to ask? If you don't mind me sayin', you is a pretty fine fox and dis city here can get lonely." He tosses his blond dreadlocks, running a hand through them in a common flirt sign, as he adds, "So if you is lookin' for company, baby, look no further dan de Damnd mon."
Sonia places a finger against his lips as if to silence him... in a teasing manner. "I told you, I'm not that easy." The flirting attempt does provoke a bit more of a playful grin. "... If you want to be my 'company', you need to be more a gentle." Yeah, right. She could probably have this guy over her knee before he knew what happened. But again, acting was her forte... Eyeing the rum he's partaking, she asks... "Mind if I have a drink..?" Of course, he'd probably say yes... no man in his right mind would turn down gettting a lady this hot a bit drunk.
Damnd's grin closes into a smile at the finger. "Of course you can have a drink," he says, offering her the bottle of rum. It's not exactly top shelf - Ron Roberto spiced rum, twenty bucks a handle and tasting like utter crap. Nothing like the expensive weed he just smoked with the lady, which is probably providing a high by now. "I can be gentle, mon. I can be as gentle as you want," he says, putting a hand up on the wall behind Sonia, in typical pressure flirt position.
She takes the bottle of Ron Roberto from him, taking a swallow or two, and passing it back to him. She's beginning to feel a bit buzzed herself. "...Mmm... utter shit. You're right." It wasn't anything like the expensive stuff she drank at home, that's for sure. "It does the job though." She eyes his hand in amusement as it makes contact with the wall near her head momentarily, then turns her violet gaze back to the dealer with a smirk. "Can you really?" Having said that, she pushes herself off the wall with a heel... seeming to escape from him again as he attempts to turn the pressure on. "Maybe so... but..." She turns her back to the fire, facing him as she slowly retreats a step or two... purposefully bending a bit low to give him an eyeful... her ample bossom swaying within the confines of that halter top... "..Are you sure you can handle me?"
Damnd turns about to follow Sonia, the big lug unaware that he's not making any actual progress with the woman, too drugged up to know the difference between an interested admirer and a tease. "Oh, de Damnd mon can handle anyt'ing. I'm de guy dat kidnapped Jessica Haggar - nothing scares me!" he boasts proudly, puffing his bare chest out.
Oh, really? Sonia quirks a brow at this revelation. So he was the poor fool who kidnapped Haggar's daughter. That explained things. "I see..." Her 'inviting' smile widening a bit as she retreats from the man slowly, resuming her prior posture... standing to her full height again as she does so. Placing her arms behind her neck in a relaxed manner, she rolls her neck a bit as if to relieve some tension. "Well..." She chuckles softly... giving a silent look to the two burly men by the fire to let them know it's time to be heading out. They immediately relinquish any bottles they were drinking out of to their original owners and start heading her way. Canting her head back toward her Jamaican companion she adds, "That may be so. But we're going to have to get going. The employer wouldn't like it if we were late.." A conveinant excuse. "...You boys take care. Deliver on your end of the bargain and you may find yourselves with a lot of money." Walking out toward the water, accompanied by the burly pair of thugs... she turns back toward the departed drugheads... and purrs... "You MIGHT even get to see a bit more of me..." Yeah, right. "Take care." ... and she and her entourage proceed to make their way back up the hill toward the overland again.
Damnd frowns a bit as Sonia walks away, watching her closely. "Love to watch you leave," he mutters, before turning about to his friends. "Okay, boys, dat's enough of dat. We gonna make some moooo-neeeeey!" he sing-songs, his friends laughing and hooting as he moves back towards his chair, swigging some more cheapo rum.
Log created on 18:12:26 07/03/2012 by Sonia, and last modified on 09:46:53 07/05/2012.