"Just who the fuck do you think you are?" The woman eyed Vintage as she sat at the dining table of the restaurant above her music hall, The Big Apple, she was   enjoying  her joint after she finished her meal. She had been minding her own business when this Miss Anne type woman walked up to her table and demanded to know the fuck she thought she was.

Leaning forward slightly Vin looked at the woman through the  tops of her eyes and smiled at her sweetly.

" I asked you miscreant. Just who the fuck do you think you are?" The woman screeched a bit a louder, there wasn't nothing special about this screeching woman, she was quite basic as far as Vintage could see. Besides thought Vintage who the fuck does she think is intruding in on me during my restful evening and a fine meal in one  New York's finest bars.

"Look dollface." Vintage held back a smile as she saw  the basics reaction to being called dollface. Just as she expected she flinched at the name. " Why are you sweatin' me?" Vintage took a long drag off her joint then exhaled it after a moment. " I am just sitting here at my reserved seat mindin' my own vibe." 

The music from the stage  down stairs washed through the air adding to the calm mood Vintage was trying to foster in her establishment.  After all The Big Apple, was all about bright lights and good times with a bit of a side hustle to support everything. The hustle had to be legit to keep the coppers from hassling you, so her music hall was the perfect cover.  While the music played below entertaining the guests, some nights with a live performance from Sal_Delvecchio and his gal. The real business was held upstairs on the third in the bar and grill, she had just finished such a meeting just moments before this basic stepped up to her. She was waiting for next meeting to start and really didn't the time to deal with another boring basic.

The woman scuffed her foot along the cobbled  motif of the floor like some raging bull contemplating a charge at the flying red cloth. Vintage held her reserve and maintained her straight face. While laughing profusely on the inside.  She knew what it was over she was always called a miscreant because she preferred men's cloths.  And her beautiful beanie hat that had the monogram of her name across it. These basic bitches were jealous of her style, not everyone had style you know. Ah well a basic bitch wouldn't understand it if you tried to explain it her.

Vintage finished her after dinner joint and  ordered another glass of Cabernet. She would have one more glass to relax before she the next meeting. The meeting went well and she would double the income from the drug deals that she handled in the Bronx.  When the waiter, James came with her glass of wine the basic bitch spouted her Miss Anne attitude at him.  "Why do you let miscreants like her in this place? You know it is people like her that are bringing the reputation of  this place down." The woman spoke  with vehemence towards the waiter spewing droplets of spit in his face. James was use to dealing with these basics with a calm demeanor as usual he pulled the handkerchief from his front jacket pocket and wiped her spittle from his  face. Then turned towards Vintage with his tenor like voice, "Do you mind boss if I have security  escort this miscreant from the premises?  It appears she may have salted her food too much."

Vintage set her glass of wine back down and lit up another joint." Nah James by all means, She is disturbing my peace anyways." She took along drag off her joint and exhaled slowly rolling the joint between her forefinger an thumb slowly. " While ya at it tell the security team she ain't allowed in my place no more"  

As the security in black suits one on each side of her grabbed  her under  her chicken wing arms. She bellowed something  about talking to  the authorities." I know what you are really doing up here you damned filthy...Click..Click... Bang.. Suddenly the woman's body slumped between the security men. " Thank you boys, I think the pigs are hungry tonight. If ya don't mind feed them. Just make sure you have the teeth collected when they are done."

Then one of the guards placed his hat over the woman's  head and they carried her between them making it appear as if they were simply a group having a good time.Vintage watched the trio meander down the twisting stairwell and out the front door.  She holstered the gun back under the table where it was secured most of the time and smiled at James. 

" I am terribly sorry she spoke to  you like that James. If you will keep this room free of other occupants for the time being I'd appreciate it . I'm expecting some business partners." James smiled as he walked back towards the bar." Don't worry Vintage. " He reassured her. "No one will bother your meeting. I'll make sure of it myself." 

Her eyes narrowed at the man sitting a cross the table from her, his companion was at the bar with James. James and the other fella were talking about girls she assumed that was James favorite topic anyways.  Vintage exhaled the smoke from the joint she as she twirled it between her fingers. Still analyzing this suited man siting across from her.

" Look man, I don't see how you  expect me  to make any revenue with those prices. You are just going to have  to do better. I have another distributor I spoke with earlier today that says they will  give a kilo for half of what you are asking."  She relaxed in her sit as she took another hit from her joint. These basics always underestimated her disregarding her as some doper. 

Greg was no different, even though they had known each other for years he still  looked  they same way. She could see it in this eyes when he  looked at her. It was always the same disdain and contempt in these basics eyes. This basic thought he had one on her and pushed himself, " Damn it Janet."

James' head snapped up and his full attention was on the table where his boss sat. He knew better than to call her by her  legal name. Greg who had been working with her for  many more years than James  had to know also. Nearly as soon as Greg finished the last syllable of her given name  a loud crack resonated between them as she slammed the glass on the table between shattering it. She was known to go  from chill to murderous rage in seconds then back  and this was one of those occasions. 

"James what is their bill?"  James sighed deeply as he recognized their coded chatter then reaching  under the bar he pulled out a revolver.  Click ..Click ..Bang.

To Greg's surprise his companion was suddenly dispatched with  no sight of emotion on James face. At the sound of the shot resonated through the bar Vintage bolted towards Greg. The shard of glass held hard against his neck as she spoke in a barley audible tone. " No deal Greg." She pressed the shard of glass against his jugular as he swallowed hard.  You broke rule one never say my name, you don't know when the coppers will be listening."  Her tone was growling as she watched his life ebb from his eyes. Greg's pupils grew larger as his last breaths  came out in a gurgle and his neck became soaked with his own blood. 

"Fuckin' basics." She grumbled  as she pulled herself from Greg's dying body and  tossed the piece of glass on to the table. "James get security up here to take these bodies to the pig farm. I'd also appreciate it if you cleaned up this mess I made. " She looked at James and laughed for a moment. " I guess that was a dead deal. Ah well James we can't get all the deals can we."