Buenos noches, sons of bitches.
Night night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the sand fleas bite.
[ The large knife placed on the table strips any words the brunette was forming right out of her mouth and she flinches, a little more than she’d like to admit, as it clangs against the surface. She had done a lot of things for Vaas: smuggled, spied, snitched—and she’s been the catalyst for people being injured and even killed but as of actually doing the deeds herself…]
[ Jordan moves a subtly shaking hand to pick up the knife and jerks her hand way as he picks it up moments before her, eyes going wide as it’s pointed in her direction. ]
—O-okay. [ is all she can think of to say. ]
[He points and winks.]
Good girl. I knew you were smart.
[He looks past her at one of the two burly men at the door.] Hey! Didn’t I say this one was smart? [They don’t respond.] HEY! You fucks! [They turn, confused.] I said this one was smart, right?
[They nod to one another, puzzled. Vaas seems pleased enough, but shakes his head when they turn back around.] Fucking idiots.
[ What he’s suggesting surprises her to say the least. A man in his position, she knows, can’t afford to just throw trust around to anyone. And it makes what Vaas gives her all the more satisfying. Feeling like she earned something that not many people get to have. And from someone she respects. —But this. This made her raise a disbelieving brow at the man, craning her head back to look at him before shifting her body to face him all the way. ]
You…want me to branch out? —What the fuck is in that joint man? [she laughs] Me have my own crew? …Who the hell is gonna listen to me, V?
[ 5’4” and 123 pounds didn’t do much in the way of building intimidation, leadership or respect from most. The huge blue doe eyes and adolescent haircut didn’t help either. Jordan tries her best to make up for it in attitude. And heels. ]
[He flicks away the roach in his fingers.]
Then you fuckin’ make them listen. Cut their ears off if they aren’t using them.
[He pulls a Bowie knife from a clip on his belt and places it on the table, spinning it with his fingers until the blade points to Jordan. The menacing words from before seem mismatched on a face with a joking grin.]
Take it. Slice up any cabrón who messes with you. [Before she has a chance to pick up the knife, he grabs it by the hilt and points.] And think about what I said. Don’t be stupid.
I unno if I’d call em friends. …but I know a few people I could bring in.
[ Her tone suggests the well being of these people probably wasn’t much of a priority. Not that many people, mules, seemed to last very long regardless. They either died or couldn’t handle it. The amount of times she’s been threatened and thought about leaving would probably put Jordan in between the two—perhaps with a little luck thrown in to keep her going. ]
What’s wrong V? —I ain’t runnin’ it fast enough for you anymore? [ Maybe drug mules hit their peak at 20. —She was getting slow in her old age. ]
[He sets aside the contraband and folds his hands in front of him on the desk, avoiding picking at the bandages on his fingers. Vaas normally didn’t come into direct contact with mules—keeping acquaintances small was necessary in this line of work. But Jordan was one of his first, and one of the only whose name he remembered. His people respected her and she got the job done, showing him that she wasn’t some dumb junkie. It was enough to keep them friendly.]
It’s business. More people we got carrying, more money we make. See where I’m going, here? You get people working under you, I give you more shit, you give your people the shit to sell and—[he wipes his hands together as if dusting off crumbs]—your hands are clean. Don’t have to fuck around with junkies. You pay them a tiny cut—[he picks up the discarded joint and inhales]—and you keep the rest.
Fucking [exhales] entrepreneurial spirit, mijita.
[ Jordan knew her place with this man and did well to stay there. Having protection from someone like Vaas made you feel about as safe as being strapped to a nucular rocket, in which he had the switch. As if she was branded as his property the local gangs and riff-raff knew not to mess with her when she came around. It was nice…and yet still considerably terrifying. ]
[ Still absently chewing at a nail her other hand rummages into her pocket and sets a chit on the table. ] —I almost forgot. Gave us a discount on account’a I’m cute. —He seemed different. He was really shaky. And sweaty. And smelly. I think he’s just tryin’ to make nice and kiss your ass though…
Ha! Nice. I knew sending you to that perverted hijo de puta was a good idea. Stupid fuck.
[He fixes an equally charming and disconcerting smile at her.] You got anymore pretty friends? You get some more girls to move this shit maybe we can talk about a little bonus.
[She boosts herself up to sit on the table and bends her legs to sit indian style on the surface. Raising a hand she starts to chew at one of her nails as she speaks.]
Nuh-uh. Not after what happened last time.
[He examines a large plastic bag of red sand, weighing it in his hand and nodding.]
I didn’t think so. I made sure they found that motherfucker.
[ x ] irulethisfuckingkingdom
Hey bossman—Special delivery~ [ with the weight the backpack hits the table it’s obvious it’s filled to capacity ] —Hallex and Red Sand, as per the deal.
[He removes the joint from his mouth and pulls the bag toward him, rifling through its contents. He nods and exhales.]
Anybody give you any trouble, mijita?