Rumours

[Milk]

Vex grinned at him. "Hey," he greeted cheerfully. "How was the rest of your day?" He motioned to the tender and ordered an appletini. "I'm craving girly stuff tonight...but it tastes good, so whatever."

[Koops]

"Ah, I didn't do nothin' but get 'igh, mon. But tha' was irie in it's own righ's, you know?" He said and threw back his head, laughing flagrantly and grabbing a lot of peoples attentions for a moment before he quited down again. "How 'bout you? What you be doin' on 'dis fine day?" Haiti mostly spoke in the present tense, even though things happened in the past, it was just his accent though.

[Milk]

"Well...I went home and took a nap,..." he thought for a few moments. "That's it." Okay, and there was a meeting somewhere in there too, but that wasnt' important for Haiti to know about. "Getting high sounds like a lot more fun," he commented and sipped the appley drink.

[Koops]

Haiti frowned for a moment and then went back to smiling easily and hummed to himself before ordering a straight rum. "You be smokin' weed too, mon? You know, I be 'avin 'dis here sweet dealer, mon. Name Red! He sell you dope for cheap, mon!" He had actually forgot most of their conversation from earliar that day already, but he remembered Vex's face, and that was enough to make him a friend.

[Milk]

Vex looked interested. "Really? I have heard that name before...I thought he did other things too...Guess I misheard. I'll have to speak with him sometime," he said, looking very interested. "I smoke cigarettes mostly, but sometimes I really want to unwind..."

[Koops]

"He does do odda tings too mon!" He said excitedly and leaned close to Vex so that they could talk without being overheard. "He be a drug lord and da leader of 'dis gang 'dat be 'roun 'ere and in da big city across da way. I 'eard dat 'is wife in da 'ospital, mon. She be gettin' in one of dose car accidents, he be quite shook up abou' it." Haiti said quietly and then leaned away again, taking a long drink of his booze. "Nice guy dat Red is, been 'avin trouble wit 'is gang, you see? Righ' afta 'is wife be sent to da 'ospital some of 'is own gang mambers go and steal 'is supply of cocaine, he's in trouble wit 'is buyers 'cause dey 'aven't got dere drugs on time, and da nex' shipment ain't be coming for anodda mont!" The Jamaican sighed heavily and shook his head. "He don't be deservin' dis type of trouble, mon."

[Milk]

"No, no he doesn't." Vex agreed, feeling sincere sympathy. Okay so ammo, protection, and cocaine...I think we could work something out with his gang. He thought and smiled to himself. "I hope it all works out. He sounds like a good guy despite the seedy business."

[Koops]

Haiti smiled at the sympathy and nodded his head a little, he liked Red a lot, then again he liked everyone a lot. "Yeah, he in 'ere a lot of da time. You see 'im aroun'. he be 'avin red 'air, blue eyes, he tall too, abou' as tall as you be. Usually wears suits and sunglasses, mostly be 'havin grin on 'is face too. You talk to 'im, make friends." He said and smiled more at himself and then chugged down his drink before ordering another one.

[Milk]

Vex nodded, his ragged black hair flopping over his eyes. "Yes, I think I will," he agreed and started to order another drink when his cell phone went off. "Fuck." He flipped it open and read his text message. "I've gotta go...Uh...Did I ever get your name?" he asked, looking a bit confused with himself. "My, uh, older brother is calling me. Needs help with moving." He lied casually. "What's your name, so I'll know what to call you when I see you?"

[Koops]

"Haiti, mon! No worries, anyways, you be able to call me whateva you want anyways." He said, not minding that they hadn't exactly known each others names at all. "You go and 'elp your brodda ou' mon. We be seein' each odda lata. 'ave a irie time, be easy." The man said and waved at Vex before he started to bop his head up and down to the rhythm of the song that had just come on.

[Milk]

Vex stepped out and headed to his boss' house- a pretty green house in a suburban upperclass neighborhood. Though upperclass here wasn't super upper, but the lawn was a bit greener. He preferred his own apartment to this house. He wondered about the cottage in the woods, smiling as an image of Reo in a little farm dress with an apron and braids filled his head, along with an imaginary aroma of fresh bread and a simpler life, and love...He sighed and rang the doorbell, his boss having him in and saying something five times before he snapped out of it.

Crystal sat outside her apartment at midnight, smoking a cinnamon cigarette and enjoying herself. It could have been worse. It really could have been. I could be dead, she thought, happy to have gotten acquainted with Red. She felt even happier now, feeling less fogged and depressed. She wondered where Killian was- she wanted to show her newfound point of view by kissing him or something.

[Koops]

((That was a great visual actually, nice description! *double thumbs up* xD))

Reo was with her boss at the moment too, she was standing near the door in a lowly lit room, watching everyone closely to make sure nothing violent broke out. Red was chatting with a man that worked for a drug distributor from Cuba, and what red was trying to do was get cocaine early, so that he could get the angry buyers off of his back. But the conversation was leading nowhere, and peoples tempers were starting to rise so high that everyone looked like they were about to kill one another. Finally Red stood up and pushed his chair in, turning away and walking to the door, "I'm sorry we couldn't figure this out. Please contact me if you decide to arrange something else." He said, his voice hard and tired, he walked out of the room and Reo followed along obediently behind him.

Killian was at a job in the city, he wouldn't be back for a couple more hours, at the moment he was just staking things out and what not.

[Milk]

((i'm in a writing mood. sadly, my story is at my dad's house, lol))

Vex was sent with a contract and a proposal to Red's home. He knocked on Red's door. Hey, Red, I'm from a..uh...gang that's interested in upping business for you in exchange for a small profit. We'd give you some ammo, tons of protection, and we've got cocaine that needs to be sold. You have the drug market here, so we'd like to work with you... he rehearsed in his head. This is going to suck.

[Koops]

((Ah, that sucks))

Reo opened the door and looked at Vex, her eyebrows raised at him curiously, she glanced at him and scowled. "What are you doing here?" She asked suspiciously, arms crossing over her chest. She could hear Red moving around inside of the house deeper within, he'd probably come in a minute to see who it was, but he had his hands full at the moment.

[Milk]

((yup. so i'll just do stuff here i guess))

Vex was most definitely surprised that Reo opened the door. Reo, who he had just almost two hours earlier been imaging with braids baking bread and living with him in a cottage in the woods. He flushed suddenly, recalling the daydream...And the story thickened in his head and he blushed darker. "Oh...um....Doing here? Uh...That's none of your business. I need to speak to...Red first," he said in a shakey tone, his mind no longer worried about this meeting, but instead on Reo. "I miss you..." he murmured, looking at her sincerely. "...I need you. I haven't been sleeping right...Nurse Reo." His teasing self was still there though.