Thread: To Finish the Job {{Soul +&+ The PG}}

Tony listened carefully to Desmond, and though his off-handed remarks, and long winded monologue somewhat irked the terser speaking Italian, he did hear what he had hoped to hear. This was almost be easy. Was his first thought when Desmond had finished and left. No, not easier, but less time consuming. That would be something Alfonso would be appreciative of. The easiest way was always the most simplistic, and that had originally been Tony's plan. Wait. All he would have to do is wait until the memory of his presence was hazy to everyone, and the smarter ones would draw it up as a coincidence. The stupid ones would begin to have their own doubts that he had even been present in the Golden Eagle in the first place. Yet with Jaime and the entire collection of people surrounding her the wait would have dragged for over a month, perhaps even two. Assuredly Bloody Tony still would have found his mark, and she would still have ended up deader than a doorknob, but this way... Desmond's way that could all happen a lot quicker. It was a smart scheme, of that Tony was sure, but it also required someone of Desmond's talents to pull it off. In way this would be easier for Tony, and the wait would be much shorter. The only problem could be, would be, if a mistake occurred like the one from his previous night. With a swear, he promised that would not happen again. There were certainly more little nuggets that Desmond had thrown out, but belatedly he realized the man had not spelled out any specific plan. It did not matter ultimately, as only promises had been made, and even if Desmond failed Tony could be patient. He was a very patient man, when it suited him to be as it did now. Sharing his prize was not an issue, and it had even been something Tony had actually thought of before his associate even mentioned it. A tag team approach could be even more brutal than a one-on-one. It had the added benefit of keeping Desmond around if he needed any assistance to tie up any other loose ends that came from this job. There was little to know worry about the eccentric man killing Jaime, as he had said, Tony had his own style and it was not one to be questioned. That though finally brought the faintest of smiles back to Tony's face after a long, productive day, and even longer night. Glancing at his watch, and then to the stage, he decided he could and would stay. If Desmond needed him in the next forty-eight hours than Tony was wrong to consider him as the right man for the job, the note business was rather brilliant too, and he settled back into the comfortable bench to enjoy the show. - Brandon laughed, finally rid of the nervousness after the reveal of his embarrassment. The kiss Jaime placed on the corner of his lips was both seductive, and had a welcome softness to it. With a smile he nodded, glad to move off the subject of what was between his legs for the moment at least. I could certainly use one, you know what they say? He asked in between bites, Save water, shower together. With he wink he continued to eat. His eyes rarely left Jaime the entire short meal, only to make sure he was actually scooping cereal and not just milk into his mouth. She looked... Serene, peaceful even, and royally fucked! The thought had sneaked into his mind so suddenly that he spit a mouthful of cereal back into the bowl and began to laugh. It took him a few hilarious seconds to settle down to just a chuckle, and explain what was so funny. He thought she might appreciate it, even if it wasn't quite as funny to her. I was just thinking about how, The word slipped out before he could remember where it was from, Perfect. He remembered then, and a more satisfied but infinitely more happy smile slipped over his face. Then, and I swear to God I don't know why, I thought you looked, and I quote, royally fucked. He waited a second to make sure her reaction was at least happy about the thought he'd just had. I'm sure I look much the same, but that even makes it better, He added as an offering to end the conversation. You full yet? She asked. Definitely. He replied to both her question and the twinkle he thought he could see in her eyes. Throwing the covers to the side without a hint of the previous shame, Brandon stood and collected the bowls. As he walked past Jaime he leaned over to kiss her, and then kept moving to the kitchen. He rinsed the dishes and stuffed them in the dishwasher, meanwhile he heard the shower start, before he followed the alluring sounds. - For more than a few moments Michelle completely forgot why she had come to the Golden Eagle. Dios mio, I haven't seen her in ages! She had not realized how much she enjoyed Melanie's company until once again she was in it. A rush of words, the friendly hug and, was it a little long? The easy grace that she possessed. It was almost too easy to be friendly as she tried to get a word in edgewise, but for one of the few times in her rather outspoken Latina life failed. It is good to see you again Mel, I'm sorry I haven't been over more often. I really am. It's work, you know, I'm sure you know, look at this place! Things are working out, no? I'm so glad... She tried to keep up, but Chavez finally found herself outspoken and befriended much too powerfully to do anything else but smile and listen. That was until they were finally back in Melanie's office and she began to 'lay down the law' so to speak and Chavez remembered why she had come there in the first place. I can withhold answers to any and all questions regarding the job until after weve caught up, or we can get it out of the way now if I get your word as an officer that youll actually stick around to chat. Whats it gonna be? Well, as much as I want to, this one is kind of important and involves you too, to a degree. With a sigh, Chavez went on. You know I will certainly stick around, and I think I will stop by tonight once I can get out of this stiff thing. Fight night right? Chavez tugged on her uniform and grinned briefly. So the thing is, you know what happened to Jaime better than anyone, and I trust your judgement with her completely. The thing is, my partner, Brandon, the rook. He asked, and I agree that it needs to be asked, is it really wise to give Jai so much time to herself? She's a little, Chavez twisted her wrist from side to side, Unstable right now. We're taught that routine is the best thing in a crisis, and well, it took a rookie to remind me of that. So I just wanted to hear your... Reasoning, into giving Jaime the week off? Chavez wished briefly that she had spent more time with Melanie at this point. It was not simply because the question felt rather awkward, and their friendship felt like it was being squeezed a bit at the moment. That was bound to happen even if they saw each other every day. Prying into others lives, especially on this level, was just an uncomfortable thing. No, the other reason was a lot more selfish and a lot more pressing for Michelle at the moment after realizing that Brandon was happily with someone else. Melanie was beautiful, intelligent, free-spirited, and just, well, hot. One of Chavez's few sins was certainly judging a book by it's cover. It served her well in the field dealing with crooks and low-life's, but in relationships one of the main reasons her flings were just flings was that she always went for the hottest senorita or senor in the room. It was superficial, and sometimes she did not like it, but it certainly had led to plenty of fun nights. She was pretty sure that Melanie would be a lot of fun. Just before Melanie's reply, Chavez pushed all of the previous thoughts from her mind. This was business, and she needed the information.