Pimp Gerald is sitting in a lively bar listening to some funky jazz, Slapping his knee and rocking out with his other had he hums along laughing and smiling. several of his prize bitches sat around him. As his head swings in time with the music he spots a curious looking fella sat at a table looking very edgy. The fact he openly had a pistol grasped in his sweaty hand was enough of a reason to notice the man, but not many people had seemed to notice. 

Gerald lifted his glass and took a few sips of liquor, watching the man intently as he continues to swig from a bottle and look over his shoulder. Gerald decides he isn't going to sit and wait for a white man to start blasting in the club. beckoning to his bitches to follow Gerald makes his way over to the gentleman's table with a bottle of liquor, Slamming the bottle down on the table he pulls out a chair next to Coltrane. Gerald takes a seat and reaches for Coltrane glass. Sliding it over the table he stops it in front of himself and then removes a small vile from his inside coat pocket.  he pops the cork and tilts the vile, giving it a few taps he pours some white powder from the vile into Coltrane glass and then his own. Gerald then tops the glasses up with liquor and slides the glass over toward him. Gerald clicks his fingers, one of his bitches moves over to Coltrane and sits on his lap, making sure her play bags are quite firmly in his face she slides her hand down his arm and gently takes the gun from his grim and places it on the table, one of the other bitches picks it up and removes the clip and then empties the chamber, she slides the loose bullet back into the clip and places both pieces on the table in front of Coltrane making sure it is easily within his reach. The bitch sat on his lap loosens up a bit and reaches for the drink Gerald prepared, Taking a sip herself she smiles at Coltrane and offers him a taste. 

Pimp Gerald lifts his own glass and raises it while looking at Coltrane, He leans over and says "Dont worry brother, Just a little something to helps a brother relax. Y'know what im saying?" Gerald takes a sip of his drink and places it on the table. He leans back over to Coltrane and speaks again

 "Y'all look tense brother, That there is Trixy, Shes a fiiiine ass bitch. Real nasty bitch Y'know what im saying? Y'all wanna take her up stairs brother? She will make y'all forget about everything. aint that right sugar" Trixy puts her arm around Coltrane and leans into his ear and whispers "You wont even remember your name when im done with you baby" 

Pimp Gerald sits back into his seat and winks at Coltrane. 

Pimp Gerald stands for a moment in disbelief that someone would have the balls to point a gun at him in his own brothel. Staring for a moment, Gerald pushes his manhood back into his trousers and zips up his pants. He recognises the man as the anxious twitchy looking fellow from the bar the night before. angered that he had only tried to help the man chill out to then be threatened at gun point Gerald slowly begins unbuttoning his jacket. He looks Coltrane dead in the eyes as he reaches into his jacket and very quickly flings his hand back out pointing something at Coltrane. Gerald smiles and says "Check mate bitch". No sooner than he finished speaking Gerald looked to his leading hand to check he had taken the safety off of his pistol to find he was actually holding and pointing a rather large wad of cash at Coltrane. Quickly throwing it onto the bed Gerald reaches back into his jacket on the opposite side and flings his hand out once again, He goes to cock his pistol but feels the smooth papery texture of cash in his hand once again....Looking a the second wad of $100 bills he tutt's and throws the wad on the bed next to the first one.

Gerald looks at Coltrane for a moment, who seemed to be rather puzzled. Gerald slowly brings his leg up and rests his foot on the bed, "Just a second!" he mumbles as he pulls up his trouser leg where he finds yet another wad of cash tucked into his shoe. Pulling it out and throwing it on the bed cussing Gerald thinks for a moment...where the hell does he keep his gun these days. Gerald lifts his enormous pimp hat hoping to find his gun, but as he lifts it 100 dollar bills begin to fall past his ears and roll down his shoulders. he gazes up into his lifted hat which is lined with wads of 100 dollar bills. Gerald shakes his hat over the bed where an ever growing pile of money can now be seen. Out of the hat also falls a condom, match box and an advice card on herpes.

Gerald now getting rather aggravated looks at Coltrane and says "Ok....Last try...."   Gerald reaches round to the back of his pants and slides his hand in, looking rather embarrassed Gerald begins to fish around in his pants, clenching his teeth he mutters "ok..here we go..." Gerald begins to wince has he pushes his hand further into his trousers, Searching god only knows where......

after a few moments and now very red faced Gerald shouts "AHA! GOT IT!" Gerald whips his hand out of his pants and points it at Coltrane. Coltrane is disgusted by the now very unsanitary hand being pointed at him with what appears to be a roll of quarters dipped in chocolate shake.

Gerald screams "GOD DAMNIT!" and throws the quarters at the wall in a fit of pimp rage. "FUCK THIS" he yells as he reaches for his pimp cane. Tucking the handle under one arm he holds the cane as if it were a rifle of some sort. Pointing it at Coltrane he takes a step forward. "Now you gone mother fucking made me pull my emergency Quarters brother!" Gerald twists a brass ring on the pimp cane and the end flips open revealing that the cane is actually a hollow tube, a small trigger pokes out where Gerald's trigger finger is. Gerald takes a few more steps as a very mad expression sweeps across his face, "Now you gonna fucking die brother! make a pimp pull his ass quarters....You gonna fucking die fool!" Gerald raises his cane level with Coltrane's face and pulls the trigger.  There is a loud bang and a short flash, as 100 dollar bills explode out the end of the cane and shower Coltrane with money. Gerald snaps the cane over his knee and screams "GOD DAMN TRICK ASS FOOL MOTHER FUCKING BITCHES" Gerald takes off his hat, throws it on the ground and stamps on it "why the fuck is my mo'fucking make it rain cane up here bitches! wheres my mo'fucking fuck yo shit up cane bitches" Gerald turns to Coltrane and slides off his jacket, He raises his fists in front of him and shouts "Be a man fool! come get yo ass slapped by the pimp bitch!"