Thread: Making a Call (Attn: JTM)

JTM sits somewhat peaceful on his couch. His phone rings interrupting his relaxation. He looks at his phone seeing an unknown caller.

“Who the fuck is this? Better not be that psycho bitch trying to yank my chain again.. Hold onto your hats Barbie.”

He hits the talk button.

“Hello?”

"JTM, this is Corin, we met the other night. I'm one of Mackenzie's family members."

JTM scratches his head trying to place her.

“Corin? Hmmmm……name doesn’t ring a bell. Oh wait you were the chick with that pink flowered faggy suit wearing mother fucker Emanuel in the park right? (chuckles) Mackenzie never told me your name. Corin is it? It’s your dime. What can I help you with?”

she laughs a bit.

"I wasn't with Emanuel, but yes that was me. I've been asked by Lazarus to speak with you. Is there a place we can meet?"

JTM looks around the room and sees no Jason or Bishop.

“Yeah sure come on down to my place. It’s cool here. (rattles off directions to it). See you soon Corin. *click*”

JTM looks at Barbie.

“Get your game face on. We got company coming over. Keep Bishop and Jason out of our biz k. Can you do that? (nods) Atta girl.”

He sits on his couch waiting her arrival.

Corin arrives at the given address in about half an hour. She walks up to the front door and knocks. ((She is wearing nice jeans, black boots, and a blue off the shoulder shirt.)) She waits for JTM to open the door.

JTM gets up from the couch unlocking the door and deadbolt.

“Sup Corin. Pull up a seat.”

He points to his comfy couch, shutting and locking the door.

“Barbie. This is Corin. Corin. Barbie. You don't mind if she takes notes do ya? You want a beer?”

He goes to the fridge getting one for him.

She smiles at him and walks into the house, she nods to Barbie when she is introduced.

What the fuck? I thought he was Brujah...

"No, it's perfectly fine if Barbie takes notes, and no beer, thanks though."

She sits down.

"Nice place. It looks comfortable."

“Cool.”

He close the fridge taking his beer into the living, parking his ass on his coffee table next to Barbie, turning off the TV.

“Yeah it is. Creature comforts reminding me of my old home. Got a couple of nosy pestering roomies, but I can’t complain much about it.”

He takes a drink rolling his eyes.

“Why don’t we get down to biz then, Corin. If Laz sent you here, it must be fucking important. Did somebody steal his wallet? (chuckles) So what’s up?”