Thread: Breakaway~(-CN & Google)

The weather was entirely shit out, at least that was the first thing that came to Dominic's mind when he woke up and glanced out the window of the rundown apartment that he was living in. The snow out would mean that he would be freezing while he conducted his business and while he normally preferred to work in privacy, preferably indoors, the clients he was meeting today were some jumped up rich kids from the nicer end of town, slumming it and pretending there was some real danger in what they were doing. They had insisted on meeting up and paying him for the product they wanted outside, in full public view. If they money wasn't so good, the idiots had no idea what high grade coke was really worth and would pay top prices for middle of the road stuff, he would have told them to fuck off... if they got caught it would be his ass that ended up in prison while they had parents who would buy them out of trouble. His penthouse might be run down but it still allowed him plenty of privacy and as cheap as it was... he still needed money to pay for it. With a shrug, knowing that he couldn't just sit around all day Dominic went about his routine to get ready for the meet up. First came the quick work out, mostly push ups and sit ups by the bed to stay fit, after all a weak dealer wouldn't have much to deal for too long, a shower that fortunately stayed warm the entire time... the water heater was working right that day, and a breakfast that mostly consisted of instant coffee with a little whiskey poured into it in order to help him get going. It took him a few minutes to get dressed, some old and well worn jeans, a simple black t-shirt, and a similarly colored sweatshirt to help deal with the cold, his shoes similarly weather appropriate, a pair of battered combat boots, light enough to run in but sturdy in case someone tried to start trouble with him and tried to steal what he was carrying... it happened from time to time. The outfit was completed with a well maintained Sig Sauer, compact and mate black slid into the waistband of his jeans. It was only once he was satisfied that he had taken care of everything he needed to that Dominic slipped the product into a sown in pouch of the sweatshirt. Once he left it only took a few minutes to make it to the park on foot, making a roundabout journey to the designated meeting spot, again and again questioning why they had to be so exposed. Fortunately though the clients didn't choose to make him wait for them, in fact they were already standing in a small huddled group, dressing as though they were a bunch of thugs come straight from their latest bout of felonies, trying to hard to look like the bad ass punks they were pretending to be... something that was betrayed the moment one of them saw him and started waving. Sighing with annoyance Dominic made his way over to them, putting up with the prattling small talk and reminding himself that he needed the money they had to offer. The small talk didn't last all that long though and soon they were flashing him money in a way they no doubt thought was discreet and he was reaching for the coke they wanted... and then she showed up. For a moment he was worried that she might be an undercover cop but a good and lingering look put him at ease, she was too small to be a cop and he hadn't done anything just yet so he had no reason to worry, clearly unassertive and ill at ease... that didn't matter though because it had soured the deal and before he could shoo her away or move the meeting... his buys had started to make their way off, walking quickly without glancing back as though afraid at any moment the cuffs would be slapped on. God damn it... He half growled, looking from the money walking away back over to the person who had chased it off. Do you have any fucking clue what you just did, how long that took me to set up?