Thread: Moose Looking For Eddie JT Mogul Style (8/4/09 Attn: Eddie) Posted by Moose on August 4, 200

A wall of a black man comes out from the a darkened corner booth after the waitress scurries off. The man is a giant in size and but moves with a casual grace. Dressed in jeans, a tee-shirt and an old worn out chief's ball cap, he approaches the table, pulls up a chair and arches an eyebrow. "JT Mogul, eh? Never heard of ya... I'm the guy you're looking for, what business you got with me?"

JT Mogul sizes up the guy before him.

Damn, they let fat black brick shit houses in here. Strike one. He roots for the wrong fucking football team too Strike two. He doesn’t remember me? Strike three.

He clenches his fists tightly like he wants to punch the guy, but he’s needing to make a good impression and refrains from his usual routine of just plain “blowing up”.

“Look, Eddie, is it? What the fuck you mean you don’t remember me! I was there with Stan and Lily when they made that great deal with you, plus you shook my motherfucking hand in good faith. You know, the guy with the bat that didn’t get to use it. Any of that ring a fucking bell now?”

He pauses not letting his anger get the better of him, yet again.

“See, you guys got this turf here. I was wondering if I could plant my happy ass somewhere in that area. A place to put me and my bike, that’s all. Just to lay back and not have to be proper. Got to get away from the gio’s too sometimes. Man do they get on my case. Dress like this, JT. Get your ass over here, JT. Beat the crap outta that, JT. Save us, JT. oh boo hoo hoo. Shit like that. Makes me goddamn sick too. Sometimes its too artsy-fartsy for my taste. Stay with them too long and they drive ya crazy. You understand what I mean right, Eddie? “

Waits for Eddie to absorb his rant on gio’s. Then he continues.

I need a place of my own, not under the gio’s thumbs either. So what do you say to that? And if that’s cool with you…what do you want for it in return? I got some cash if you need it.”

JT waits for his response and his burger.

"Shit man, my bad... been a long fucking month." he snorts. "Sure, you can set up shop in the Pit and keep your money... I tell ya what you can do if you really wanna do me a favor, send a message to the cammie traitor boy for us, Sabre. You let him know I've heard about his punk ass coming up in my shit and stealin' my women." He nods towards the dancers on the stage. "If I catch his punk ass down here in the Pit, EVA, I'm gonna send his pissed on ashes back to his gio girlfriend in a box."

Clearly Eddie HATES Sabre. "And I ain't fuckin' around. Stan can march his lily white dead ass down here and tell me if himself if he don't like me droppin' traiters like that little tree huggin' bastard, but you fuckin' mark my word... if he's a traitor to us, he'll turn traitor on you folks too."

“Consider it done. Next time I see this Sabre moron, he’ll get an earful from me. His name was bounced around like a fucking ping pong ball last court too. He’s a good guy. He’s a bad guy. Fuck that!!! Why not just say he’s a dead guy period. End of story. No more headache. Game over and leave it at that. What’s his fucking animal form anyway? A fucking weasel? Don’t even make me laugh.”

He looks over to the waitress.

“Hey, box that bad boy burger up, will ya honey.”

She boxes it up and hurrily drops it down on the table. JT pulls out some cash for it and a lil extra for the tip, and hands it to her.

“Keep the change, baby. You earned it.”

He turns to Eddie as he stands up box in hand, reaching his hand towards Eddie

"Pleasure doing biz with ya again, Eddie. Now I gotta jet. With Stan taking over who knows whats fucking gonna happen to this city? Edicts, mandates, announcements and all that other political bullshit. Doesn’t really interest me at all. Tell you what, how bout we meet Sat and talk more biz then? I figure I’ll have something of interest for ya too, if ya catch my drift, plus you could show me my new pad to boot. Maybe put Sabre’s ashes as a garnish on this burger, who knows? Here’s my cell if ya ever need me k. Peace out. I’m gone.”

He shakes Eddie’s hand, looks over at the waitress smiling evilly at her, then walks out of the club. He puts the box in one of his saddlebags, hops on the bike, starts it up, kicks up the stand, backs it up, then heads off into the distance to another destination.