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| Money Money Money | Started by: Marietta on Nov 23, '08 22:43 |
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The music was louder than expected, giving the woman a slight jolt of fright. It's so loud! she staged whispered, dissolving into giggles and moments later was joined in the laughter by her two friends. As Marietta, flanked by her associates Tatiana and Mr. Rodney Phatballz, walked into the club in downtown New York they immediately ushered towards the bar. Though they were stuck in the city an extra night on business, this did not mean the trio was going to spend their night cooped up inside their hotel suites. Dressed in their finest the two women had looped their arms through the man's and they had proceeded to look for a bar among the bright, night-life of the city. Eventually they had found one. And another one. And another one. After the fifth bar they had lost count of how many drinks they had consumed, and yet they felt compelled to continue on and hit each and every single one of them. This new bar was quite swanky in comparison to the other dives they had just come from. The entire room had been painted in harsh blacks and whites, decorated with red shaded lamps, red booths and red table tops. Marietta felt her breath catch in her throat a bit as she realized she recognized the place. It had to have been owned by Azuela, one of New York's prominent mob bosses. She was sure of it. Be sure to be on your best behaviors, she slurred towards Tatiana and Rodney, stepping forward and proceeding to bump into a well-dressed waiter. Ohhhhh my Gaawwd, I am soooo sorry! she said, trying to pull a serious, apologetic face. With a small grunt of displeasure the man stalked off, causing Tatiana to grab Marietta's arm and snort in laughter. "Now you two wait here," Rodney said, giving a crooked smile, obviously the least intoxicated of the three. "I'll go get us some more drinks." The two ladies merely giggled after him, spying a nearby empty booth and melting into it. As they shrugged off their coats they noticed a young man, sitting alone at the bar, sipping on a beer and fixing his eyes upon the two ladies. Well well well, Marietta said with a stifled giggle, looks like someone has an admirer. "Ha! Yeah, you, not me," Tatiana said back, stretching out on the red leather seat and sighing happily to herself. "We've been eeeeverywhere tonight." I know, Marietta replied, sinking back into the warmth of the seat herself. I'm starting to get a bit exhausted. And the room is spinning... The sound of glasses clinking upon the table made them both sit upright. Rodney was hovering over the table holding more drinks and shaking his head. "That's it, I'm taking you two back to the hotel." "Nooo!" Tatiana said, sitting up and reaching for one of the drinks. "Thank you, Rodney." Yes, thanks. Marietta reached for her own drink and took a sip. A martini, just as she loved. It always paid off to have friends who knew exactly her drink of choice. Do we need to pay? she asked and Rodney shook his head. "Not yet. They opened a tab. Now sit back and relax. And try not to get much drunker than you already are." ** After a half an hour of mindless, drunken chatter and laughter, Rodney slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Ladies, I think it's time to head back for some sleep. Our plane leaves in the early afternoon so we'll have to be ready by then." Giving a small stretch and a yawn Tatiana grinned. "Alright, I'll go quietly." Marietta couldn't help but smile back in response. Okay, okay. Slowly the woman began to pull out her pocketbook but Rodney quickly sprang to his feet. "I'll get this one, Marietta," he said, turning to walk away. Like hell you will! Consider this a sort of business convention. I'm paying. She smiled towards the man, pulling out a rather large stack of cash and handing it to him. He once again shook his head and walked towards the bar. Turning back to speak to Tatiana the blond woman was surprised when she felt someone sit down next to her at the booth. Raising an eyebrow she swiveled her head to spy the young, well-dressed man from across the bar earlier. "Heya there!" he chirped, his eyes not leaving Marietta's massive pocketbook. Uh... hi there. A scowl forming across her face Tatiana sat up straighter and edged closer to Marietta and the man. "May we help you?" she asked irritably. "Oh, no, no!" he said, giving what he must have thought was a winning smile. "Just stopping by to extend my greetings to two lovely ladies. The name is Jim." Marietta noticed that as he said this his eyes were still fixed upon her purse. She closed it with a loud snap and Jim finally looked upwards at her. That's very kind of you, she said in a rude, dismissive tone, yet we were just leaving. Now if you'll excuse us. She leveled a glare at the man, signaling that she herself could not exit the booth until he moved. With a small laugh the man sat back in his seat and slapped his hand on the table. "Well well, Miss, I just couldn't help but notice the amount of money you had with you." "Yeah, that's great. We really want to be leaving now," Tatiana butted in, craning her neck to look across the room. Spotting Rodney at the bar she threw her hand in the air as a signal and he nodded in return. "Rodney's coming," was all she whispered towards Marietta. "You're just, well, extremely rich!" the boy remarked again, raising his eyebrows towards the woman. Yes. Yes I am. And what, may I ask, does that have to do with anything? "Heh, I'm just saying. It's not safe for a woman to walk around the city with so much cash on hand." To this Tatiana and Marietta burst into laughter. I think I'm fine, thanks. You know nothing about me, kid. The boy's face morphed into a scowl at the 'kid' comment, yet he shrugged and managed to rearrange his face back into it's cheery disposition. "I was just curious, Miss. Why do you have so much money stashed away?" Marietta leaned back and looked at the young man full in the face. Why? Because it damn well pleases me, that's why. "It's quite a lot. Plan on buying yourself something nice?" If I want to. "Maybe a house? A building upgrade of some sort?" A look passed between the two of them that spoke volumes. Marietta knew at once that this young man had recognized her the second she walked into the door, and knew exactly what type of work it was she did. Why does it matter? "Bodyguards, maybe?" Like I said, I'll spend the money on whatever the fuck I please. Run along, now. She waved her hand, trying to scoot around him and out of the booth. "Seriously let us leave, kid, or else," Tatiana said, grabbing her own handbag and pulling it close. Marietta knew exactly what was inside, and the last thing she wanted was for her friend to start shooting up random mobsters on another Boss' turf. "I'll tell you what, m'am. What say you slip some my way?" Marietta spluttered. Excuse me?! "Aha!" Tatiana scoffed loudly. "You have got to be kidding me! Look at you, lecturing her on her having so much money. What exactly would you do with it?" "Aw, I dunno. Maybe buy a few things here or there. Point is, she's hardly using it." Jim smiled again, shrugging. At that last sentence Marietta immediately felt herself get angry. Throwing her arm out she pushed the boy off of the seat next to her. Grabbing her handbag she climbed out of the booth and stepped over him, waiting for Tatiana to follow seconds later. She paused momentarily, bending low to whisper loud enough so only the boy could hear. Listen Jim, let this be a lesson to you. You know who I am, and you know better than to question me, because it could mean the end of your life. It doesn't matter how much or how little money I have. It's mine. Not yours. Mine. I can buy whatever I choose, or save up as much as I choose. The fact of the matter remains- it is none of your business. You have absolutely no right to ask me what my money is for. You are not entitled to any percentage of it, especially being from a family that is not mine. Now I suggest you stand up and walk away like this never happened, before I have my dear Tatiana here deal with you. From behind her Tatiana placed her hand into purse and pulled out just enough of a gun handle to scare the boy speechless. He nodded and scrambled to his feet, dashing past them and out the front door. With a confused look on his face Rodney approached the two, tilting his head and handing over the change to Marietta. "What the hell was that all about?" Some kid. He noticed my pocketbook. When are kids going to learn? This world is not all about money, money money. If he spent less time worrying about how much cash I had, he probably could be raking in a decent amount on his own. "Oh well. Lesson learned," Tatiana said. "Shall we go?" "Yep, lets get out of here." Rodney once more held his arms out to the two ladies who took them in their own, and lead them slowly out of the bar and into the cold air of the nighttime New York streets. |
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...suddenly they could hear footsteps behind them growing louder with each approaching step, they turned. It was Jim holding what appeared to be a sawed off double-barrel shotgun. "I said gimme the freakin' money Bitch"...BLAM, one barrel rips Tatiana's right leg off mid-thigh, the ripped flesh hanging loosely in a fishnet stocking."Now your gonna gimme the god-damn money"...Blam the other barrel takes Marietta's head clean off....blood squirts up through her jugular veins like little fountains everytime heart heart pumps om of its last dying beats... ...Jim reaches down, grabs the cash and wipes of the little flecks of flesh and bone meal. "Maybe I'll grab me a Coney dog before turnin' in for the night", he thinks to himself....and casually continues on into the cold New York night... |
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| Reply by: Oliver-Clothezov at Nov 23, '08 23:06 | |
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Listen up, Oliver. You best watch who you're talking to and how you talk to her. Calling Don Marietta a Bitch and attempting to blow her head off is definitely not a wise move for you, Son. I suggest you apologize immediately before you take a long vacation down to the docks. |
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| Reply by: Tatiana at Nov 24, '08 02:18 | |
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| it was that damn jimmy again tryin to keep him reeled in but the kids a real loose cannon. sorry Ill send a few boys over to reattatch the head..... | |
| Reply by: Oliver-Clothezov at Nov 24, '08 02:38 | |
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Just before the ladies and their escort reach the door, Azuela appears with a Scotch in one hand and Horatio_Caine's mum at his heels. "Well hello Don Marietta. Such a pleasure to see you and your associates here at my place in New York." "The bouncer here has just informed me that some ignorant little nitwit has thrown a bit of a shadow on the evening of fun that you, the ever so beautiful Tatiana and the infamous Mr. Phatballz planned on having." "This is truly a shame. You would think that people would have more common sense than to bother such a powerful and influential lady about her financial concerns. Normally we keep that kind of impertinent riff-raff out of my place, but SuperTed took the night off, he had a hot date with Mr_MFer. I'm afraid his replacement just isn't quite up to SuperTed's level." "Please accept my apologies for this cretin's intrusion. Please visit us again and I will make sure to open up the special V.I.P. room that Taskmaster and I have had set up for ourselves and our most valued associates." Azuela downs his scotch and fixes his gaze on little Jimmy who is now at the bar and growing increasingly belligerent. "Now, if you ladies will excuse me, I think it's time for me to take out the trash." Azuela tips his hat to the ladies and their escort and heads over to the bar... |
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| Reply by: Azuela at Nov 24, '08 21:44 | |
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...says in a thick Russian accent, "We're the boy's,...Oliver sent us, Wheres the head?"..... He bends down and scoops up some of the bloody-meat-gruel that used to be a head and plops it on the decapitated torso. ..."Igor, hand my the cell-phone",...dials...."Oliver?.....is done." Then he and the boys hop back into the nondescript black van and peel out heading uptown...... |
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| Reply by: Olivers_Revenge at Nov 25, '08 01:02 | |
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