Thread: Shopping (Attn: ST and any "regulars", Saturday June 19th)

The Rabbi is making an entrance once again to Purgatory, this time he is looking for something special though. He wants drugs and is prepared to buy them. With that said, he isn't above talking and messing with the crowd already there. Aharon scans the crowd of the weekend night, looking for the person that appears to be doing the most business or at least has the most extreme reactions from folks doing drugs, as he rolls over to the bar.

JTM gets handed a wet towel and starts cleaning himself off as the Rabbi rolls his way. He looks back at him a lil pissed.

“First off Rabbi. I’m NOT your Brother.(chuckling) You’re NOT even in my CREW. So don’t go talking to me like we are pals or pop off the shots like you are…got it. You wanna talk. Step in my office here k. Logan wouldn’t mind. Hey bartender. I want a hard whiskey, put it in on the crip Rabbi’s tab will ya. (chuckling) He’s good for it…aint ya Rabbi. You better be. I’ll be sitting over there (nudging the farthest booth back in the corner) in the usual spot in the meantime. Let’s roll Rabbi. Follow me and keep up.”

Some of the bangers hear the Rabbi as a crip now. The crowd’s attitude somewhat shifts 50-50 towards him now. JTM gets up from the stool taking his beer with him walking the long way around through the crowd wondering if any fights or shanks hit the Rabbi now. He goes back to the booth in the back sitting there waiting for the Rabbi to pull up his wheels. He sets down the greenish white towel now. His hand as clean as it can be placing his beer on the towel coaster.

(stern look keeping it down somewhat) “You do know who’s turf this is right? It’s Logan’s bar in my fucking turf, Rabbi. Let me make it perfectly clear to you Rabbi. Drugs don’t fly around here. I take out drug labs for light amusement. I had em cleared out and don’t want em back. So when we get done here. Take your crack friend and split with him. I catch that shit in my turf again with you lingering there since you DIDN’T ask my permission in the first place, I’m gonna break the wheelchair and take it as payment for that infringement after I have a long talk with Pius and Boone and your magic crew pertaining to your fuck ups lately. You don’t want to be banned from my turf. It’s pretty big. Lots of perks you’d lose in the process. That’s the last and only warning you are gonna get .....understand me.”

He takes a sip of his beer.

“So what do you want to ask me since you’re buying me a whiskey. That is worth something to say the least. You keep the drinks coming and maybe I’ll just answer more. Smart ass remarks. You get chucked outta here immediately. You and your friend.”

He waits patiently for the questions.