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| A Cock and a Hard Place. | Started by: KingOfOnePercent on Jan 17, '09 13:59 |
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Koop, as his friends called him, blew out an irritated sigh. These strippers were all over him like a fly to shit. He shouldn't really be surprised, what with his chiselled good looks and so forth, comparisons to Hercules had been made; but it was still fairly annoying to have to put up with all the crap when he just wanted a quiet drink. What an awful coincidence that the only bar the family owned in this part of the city was a strip club. Extracting a hand from his unmentionables as he took a sip of his manly drink, probably lighter fluid the nutty bastard, Koop sighed again as he looked at his watch. Late. How the fuck was he late? Seriously, late for a meeting in a strip club, damn shameful. After finishing his drink Koop finally stood up to go and use the phone, and noticed that despite his earlier annoyance he had a tent, nay, a skyscraper in his trousers. 'Good job it's dark in here' he thought, as he deftly held his fedora in front of him as he walked to the backroom to phone Viazzi. |
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Bits of sunlight crept in and out of the clouds as Viazzi was finishing his cross town to drive to a dingy stripclub, where he'd meet with Koop to discuss and plan some business proposals. There wasn't much traffic on the streets, so Tony entered the other lane and began to pass a dwindling driver doing ten under the speed limit. "FUCKING@#$%$#&$!!!" shouted the Mafiosi as a steaming cup of coffee tipped over, bombing the bottom of his new three piece suit with a fresh morning cup of the Colombian variety. Tony rolled down the window on his Buick, promptly ejecting the now empty cup out of the vehicle and into the air. For the moment he'd covered the stain with some napkins and sped off towards his destination. Within a few minutes the beige vehicle cornered into the parking lot at a high rate of speed, tires squealing and sending a cluster of working girls scattering. "Outta the way ya sluts! AHAH!" Viazzi screamed before coming to a stop in a handycap parking spot. Stepping out from the car, he noticed the sign prohibiting him from parking there. With a swift and savage right hook, followed by some tugging, the sign existed no more. From there Wise Guy made a dash into the club, catching KOOP just as he was walking towards the bathroom. "Aya sorry I'm late! Fucking ruined another suit with a put of coffee...son of a bitch!" said the gangster as he lit up smoke from the soft pack of Marlboro Menthols. |
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| Reply by: TonyViazzi at Jan 17, '09 14:14 | |
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Koop looked at his compadre with an arched eyebrow and a mock look of concern etched into his face Viazzi my boy, I thought we went over this. You deal the cocaine. You don't take it, ya hear? Koop barked out a laugha and clapped his friend the back, guiding him towards the booth where he'd been sitting. The dancers weren't stupid, they knew a business when they saw one, and they kept out of the mobsters' way; the waitresses however, were overly keen and hurrying over at the slightest gesture. After ordering drinks and exchanging pleasantries, the two men got right down to business. Ok Tony, first things first. Some of our boys have been getting a little heat from the cops, it seems some of the higher ups are taking our money and giving us nothing in return, so we have to go right to the root of the problem. I've booked you an appointment with the Mayor tomorrow morning. Before then, I want you to get down to O'Hallahan's down on Flamingo. Tell the owner I sent you, he should have a briefcase of twenties for you, and you can go right ahead and give that to the mayor. As Tony nodded that he understood, Koop lit up a cigarette in Viazzi's direction. You be careful though - ya hear? Those Irish guys are soused up twenty four seven, and usually looking for a fight too. Nevermind those bums for now though, there's bigger fish to fry. We have a problem at one of the Casinos. There's a group of Negroes inside cleaning us out on the blackjack tables, and there's a group of punks on the sidewalk hustling our customers, and that's just no good at all. Now, we got no idea if these assholes are working with one another; but either way we're losing money like that Mfer guy loses women. What do you think we oughta do? |
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| Reply by: KingOfOnePercent at Jan 18, '09 12:48 | |
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