Thread: A mutually beneficial deal (Attn: JTM)

JTM does the cell butt shuffle on his couch again pulling out his cell from his back pocket.

“Dammit!!! Who the fuck is this!!! I need to fix that fucking coffee table!!! Andreas. Hmmm…Hey Barbie a Cabaret is the show with the can can girls and they fling those skirts showing skin right? Stop!! Stop!! Stop yelling at me, Barbie. Andres is the one wanting me to go there and NO!!! I’m not replacing you with them, not my style.”

He hides the fact he’s visited someone he does care for though. He texts him back.

Be there soon, Andreas. See you in a few.

“Shit!!! That means I have to take a shower and get cleaned up too. Where the fuck is my tux?”

He rummages in the closet checking the clothes rack bringing it out.

“Ah ha found it. Cleaned and pressed as usual. Thanks for doing that for me Barbie. I appreciate it. Stop looking at me that way, will ya. Time to get cleaned up. See ya in a bit Barbie and no sneak peeks either.”

He goes to his bedroom closing the door. He sets the tux on his unmade bed and starts undressing. He hops in the shower turning on the somewhat clean water using soap and doing the whole spic and span thing on himself humming the A-Team theme all the while. He comes out with a towel dripping wet drying off. He then puts on his Amanda Winter’s collection tux (crafts X3 for all those toreador to have their disadvantage kick in) He combs back his hair making sure he looks cool for the Old Town Cabaret. He grabs his trench coat and bat heading to the garage.

“Stop it with the cat calls and calling me sexy will you 5. Bad enough I did this for Andres k. and no I aint gay so don't even start with that. See you when I get back.”

He hops on his bike double checking that his gear is secure heading to the Old Town Cabaret. He arrives parking his bike somewhere safe, kicking the kickstand down. He walks into the Old town Cabaret paying any fee he needs to asking the guy to point him to the back corner. (high society 1 and $100 tip). He walks over to Andres’s area. He sits down across from Andres.

“Sup Andres. This seat taken. I miss anything? I hope not, bring on the can can girls!!! Oh yeah get me uhhh….whats a good classy drink…got any good suggestions? Aw fuck it!!! Get the most expensive thing since you’re buying. (chuckling) So whats this deal you were talking about?”

He sits there waiting for a drink and him to talk soaking up the new JTM classy look.

Andreas was tasting his wine when JTM entered the Cabaret. He saw JTM being directed to his table and smiled at him saying:

"Hello, Mr. Mogul. Thanks for coming and I hope I didn't interrupt an important affair. Nice tuxedo, by the way."

After he took a seat, Andreas signaled the waitress and ordered the same brand of wine as he was having for JTM.

"You are going to love the taste, I assure you. Now, to discuss business." He leans towards him and lowers his voice "I have need of your equipment, for a shooting competition I would like to compete for. It has to be quality stuff." He comes even closer, in a conspiratorial manner, almost whispering to him " Specifically, I am looking for a silenced pistol, a .45 H&K USP would be fine, and, hopefully, incendiary ammunition for it. Do you have such? If so, what is the going price? I prefer to pay cash, if that is acceptable to you."

He leans back to his seat, scanning the area for onlookers and potential eavesdroppers.

JTM watches the waitress bring over the wine to his table.

“Thanks.”

He starts to reach in his pocket for a tip to her but stops.

“He’s got your tip this time. Sorry about that.”

She turns away from the table leaving. Her polite smile fading somewhat .He takes a drink of the wine watching his face sourpuss a bit. His mouth not liking the taste at all.

“What the hell is this shit, Andreas. You should have gone with the boxed kind. Don’t order me another one of these for me. Get something more to my liking next time k.”

He takes another long drink to finish off the wine off completely being polite to Andreas doing the same sourpuss and mouth facial to him.

“So where were we? Oh yeah. Shooting competition? Sweet!!! Where do I sign up at? You want REAL competition, don't ya."

He chuckles abit.

"Wow!!! Going right for the monster cannon gun, aren’t ya? Hmmm….I just unloaded a huge shipment, and that gun might take some time to find. My resources, contacts, allies etc etc are pretty much tapped out after I sent em out for Brazil gear. They busted their asses too. You want a silencer for incendiary rounds? You mean dragon’s breath right. That’s what they call the BEST incendiary on the streets, Andreas. A silencer isn’t an easy find too. You do realize that that combo wouldn’t work. You’d burn the pistol barrel and silencer out after you got a couple shots off ruining the whole thing completely, plus the fire wouldn’t be quiet either. I’d go with a Glock over the H&K personally. Better firearm overall. What you are asking for will definitely cost you more than cash, that’s for sure."

He waits impatiently for another different drink from the waitress.

"But we can settle up on it, if and I mean if, I can find it for you. No guarantees on it either. Others have asked and have been disappointed when I tell em, NO CAN DO, so now you know upfront on that matter. Now if I go looking for it. I will want a finder’s fee regardless. I aint busting my ass for nothing, understand Andreas. So you still wanna do this deal or not, Andreas?”

He looks around a bit waiting for some entertainment to happen here.

“Besides, I took my time to get cleaned up and get dressed up nicely to come out to this lil shin dig. I do HATE wasting my time too. Where the fuck are the can can girls anyway!!! Bring out the floor show!!!!”

Andreas pointed at the stage

"There, the show has just began"

YouTube - cabaret dance-a

After the show was over Andreas drew a bit of smoke and resumed talking.

"Well, that was 50$ per glass wine you happen to dislike. You are obviously not a wine person."

He called the waitress again "Miss, could you bring the gentleman a beer of his choice, please?" Looking at JTM "You do like beer, don't you?"

"Now, regarding the items for the competition. I am aware of the dangers and difficulties of the task and I understand that you may not be able to find them at all. How much is the finder's fee you are talking about and how much do the items cost individually? Also, how long do you expect to take you to locate them?"

Andreas draws smoke from his pipe once more.

JTM watches the floor show all excited to see some can can girls and his smile starts to erode away as the festivities begin. He sees a guy spinning and dancing first waiting for the girls to come out. The 3 girls come out and the guy spin twirls right in front of them.

“Dammit dude get off the stage will ya. Nice!!! Now we’re talking!!! No skirts and more skin...rock on!!”

He watches them come out like little butterflies. He then hears the music, a man speaking some sort of foreign WOOF WOOF and his eyes start to wince.

“Hey Andreas, don’t they speak fucking English? What is up with that man? Ummm…are they supposed to be butterflies or peacocks? ”

He endures it the best he can but the good happy JTM game face is dwindling more and more at this cabaret torture. He puts his hands over his ears to drown the WOOF WOOF music out watching the girls spin twirl.

“There. That’s much better.”

That act leaves, and JTM isn’t impressed with the next one. A guy in a suit and tie speaking more WOOF WOOF, totally NOT expecting a Chippendale dancer out there spinning a woman on his head .He tries his best to avoid looking at him and focus on the girl, she’s moving to fast for him to get a good look.

“So you mean to tell me you like guys too, Andreas. What the hell…I gotta know now. Do you swing both ways then?”

He sits back in his chair now hoping Andreas isn’t looking him over now. He puts his finger up to him.

“Hey, I don’t swing that way, so don’t even think about it. Besides I got my women at home and they are a handful lemme tell ya..” (chuckling)

He puts his finger down as the next act comes on and it’s more to what JTM originally expected to see here. Men and women in blue outfits appear on the stage. He hears the music realizing it has no WOOF WOOF speak so he gets his hands off his ears.

“Oh yeah…this is more like it. Now tell the two guys on the side to move back so the women can take more of the front center stage will ya? Andreas, are you checking those guys out too?” (chuckling..will be shocked abit if he nods).

He then hears Bill Haley’s Rock around the clock mumbling the words to the song wondering why people are cheering the two for swing dancing there but song ends abruptly for the next act.

“Now that act was ok. Let’s see what’s next. Hopefully more like that last act.”

He sees the Russian snow bunnies and seems amused by it, covering his ears again at the WOOF WOOF music. The 2 guys take center stage in the act spinning each other around and JTM isn’t thrilled again.

“Now that’s hot!!! Oh Dammit spoke too soon. Fucking Cossacks? What the hell.”

He is glad they leave the center stage and the women move forward happy again. Until the 2 guys show up again.

“Shit!!! There they are again. Now the women are circling them on the stage. Take the guys out of the middle or completely out of it and they’d have that act locked down solid, Andreas.”

More clapping happens as the next act comes on stage.

“Oh yeah, baby, shake your money maker. Now this is more like it. Do we go up there and give em singles, Andreas? Just wondering. How the hell does she do that?”

He watches hoping NO guys interrupt this act, his head bobbing and shaking as she moves about on the stage.

“Oh yes!!! More female scenery to look at. Rock on!!! Whoa!!! How’d they do that, Andreas?”

He starts clapping with the crowd now enjoying the beat of the music, then it goes back to the single female and JTM is getting into it at the table with the movement and rhythm of his body at the seat. The floor show ends, people start clapping, so does JTM. He turns to face Andreas to see whether he’s looking at the waitress, a female dancer, or heaven forbid a Chippendale dancer.

“Well I like the box wine. It has that street appeal you know what I mean.”

The waitress comes over to the table and JTM orders the most expensive beer on the menu. She leaves looking at him funny again. She comes back with a beer setting it down quickly smiling and nodding then exiting the table again. He opens the beer taking a sip and liking the taste of it.

“That’s some strong shit right there Now, that’s more to my taste. A hot waitress and a beer. (chuckling). Can’t beat that. Give her a huge tip Andreas. She deserves it. Now where were we? Oh yeah…shop talk. Finder’s fee will be say $2k upfront and the rest on delivery. Now these items aren’t cheap especially in Lamar or the long lengths I have to go to find things, Andreas. So don’t ask me for pricing on em. I have to get the people I talk to to see it my way just to get the lower price…you understand how hard that is right? Pulling strings is easy but right now I can’t even yank one.“

He takes another sip of the beer happy with it again clenching his fist abit that Andreas wasn’t paying attention to him earlier.

“Like I told you before, Andreas. I really thought you were listening to me too. It’s gonna take time. My resources that are available to me are all tapped out atm. Maybe 2-3 months, who knows. I know of one other guy who might…mind you… might be able to hook you up, but I think he’d probably tell you same thing I am telling you now. I also think he’d ask for more in return. That’s just the way he rolls if he aint out vacationing with Emma Fitzpatrick on a boat playing shuffleboard that is. His name is (moving closer whispering it to him) Don Constantino Giovanni.

He leans back in his chair now wondering what Fitzy would look like in a 2 piece bikini. .

“He might even suck you dry come to think of it.(chuckling) Do me one favor if you dare to contact him. Tell him JTM sent ya. That should get you through the front gate at least. Call him Don Giovanni., nothing else. He hates people screwing up his name for some goddamn reason. Don’t even dare say don don don don dondedoobie don don whoa whoa whoa!!! to him either”

He shakes his head no to him.

“I can’t give you his number or location. I work for him from time to time. It’d be bad for business. So you decide what you want to do now Andreas k. I’m waiting.”

He takes another drink of his beer his fist becoming more relaxed.

Maharet walks in the cabret wearing a black strapless dress ,dressed to the max outfor a night out that was over due. looks around and finds a empty seat in the back of the room

Shocked by JTM's behaviour, he frowns and says:

"Mr. Mogul I do not swing that way!! It is my first time here and it is not my fault that the owner wants to appeal to both sexes! Cabarets evolve too, I guess."

His expression lightens and he smokes once more.

"I was listening to you. I simply wanted a rough estimate of the time it would take to locate the items. I can guess the Don's connections by his name so I'd rather avoid him. There is no rush to find the items, so 2-3 months is perfectly fine by me."

Whispering, he continues:

"To sum up I'd like a good gun, a silencer and the special rounds, but you can substitute them with regular bullets, if you can't find the former. As for the finders fee I can pay you now, if you wish."

He relaxes and looks around, spotting Maharet entering the Cabaret and nods to her.

OOC: Moose your post was absolutely hilarious. You def got a rep point for it.

JTM looks at Andreas.

“Sorry. My bad on that, but the name’s JTM. Not a big fan of Mr. Mogul actually. Cool you’re straight then. I don’t have to watch my ass around you now. Well you should have given me a heads up. I thought I had walked into some sort of Blue Oyster Bar for a minute.”

He chuckles a bit focusing now.

“Hey whatever floats your boat oh wait maybe that’s the Don’s boat. He uses it so often. The Don’s cool though. You should meet him sometime. 2-3 months and if I know I can’t get em. You’ll get the personal NO CAN DO speech from me k.”

He nods at the list hoping Barbie will write it down when he gets home.

“Gotcha. Yeah. Money upfront is always good. What are you looking at? Is it that sexy waitress? Hmmm….”

He looks over at Andreas taking the money from him not counting it putting it away in his inner tux pocket. He tries to find who he’s nodding at spotting Maharet in another corner.

“Oh yeah. That’s Maharet, but where’s Eamon at? Now that’s odd. Hmmmm….wasn’t she supposed to be sticking with him?”

He puts his finger up to him.

“Hold that thought.”

He reaches into his back pocket for his cell phone texting Eamon.

Is Maharet supposed to be at the Cabaret? Cause she’s here right now. I hope she’s not packing her gun and steak knives either. Are you waiting for her outside or something? Don’t blame ya. Too many Chippendales. Just giving you the heads up on that. Peace out. Catch ya on the flip.

He sends the text to Eamon putting his finger down to Andreas. He finishes off the beer setting the empty bottle on the table.

“Now I think we are done with biz, so I need to get moving on. My time is money you know. Stop on by my place if you want to next time. No offense, but this place just aint my scene you know. Peace out. Catch ya on the flip, Andreas.”

He gets up from their table slowly approaching Maharet’s table very serious and business like. He stands at her table looking for viable weapons on her.

“Nice outfit you got there, Maharet. But I got a question for ya.”

He leans into her whispering in her ear.

Are you supposed to be here? Are you purposefully following me? If you are that aint cool…not cool at all. I hate people tailing me, period. I think they are attacking me from behind ,and if they sneak up on me I usually put em down with my bat hard. I know you wouldn’t like that at all, let alone getting in trouble again, now would ya? So the best….and I mean best advice I can give you my dear is this….(speaking up a bit making sure she heard him this time) Get your ass home, right now!!!! Go on get!!

He starts to turn from the table walking out. He points at Maharet’s table.

“Security, we gotta problem over here!!! Chuck her out will ya!!!”

JTM chuckles abit walking out of the Cabaret straddling his bike waiting for Maharet to be escorted outside. He starts up his bike laughing to his next destination.

When will they fucking learn?