Thread: Curiosity kills the Cat, Does Satisfaction Bring it Back?((Mr QuixoticXAmybeth))

Josh had spent the previous night trolling various clubs, and hadn't made it home until after the sun had risen. During the day, he'd occupied himself by doing the books, organising the products for that evening, and catching up on some much needed sleep. Saturday night was by far his most profitable night, and as it was also Pandora's, he wasn't required to make a round of the other clubs. The clients who came through provided him with more than enough custom to ensure his pockets bulged by the time he departed. It may be a sleazy club, with a sleazy reputation, one not attended by couples, or suited businessman, intent on for nothing more than an enjoyable and relaxed night out, but that's exactly why it was good for Josh. Everyone was looking for a score of one type or another. That Jose Ramirzez, owner and friend, had negotiated a deal with the local constabulary didn't hurt either. There was virtually no chance of Pandora's being raided, or Josh arrested. The only danger was to be apprehended on suspicion on the way. It was dark when he left to walk the short distance to meet his contact, Aiden, and chilly enough for the leather jacket he wore to not arouse any suspicion. Hey buddy. Josh approached the twenty-something, long haired, and painfully thin man, who awaited him on the street corner, and held his hand out to shake. A motion of the head accompanied the gesture. Let's grab coffee. Aiden greeted him in return, shook the proffered hand, and followed Josh's gaze to the diner his friend had indicated. Sure. So what do you have for me? The dealer didn't waste any time, asking immediately they were seated. E, coke, uppers and downers. What you asked for. New supplier, but it's good shit. From the emancipated appearance of Aiden, and his permanently blood-shot irises, Josh was sure he'd already tested a sample. At least he should know what he was talking about. Josh's hand under the table to exchange a thick rubber-band wrapped bundle of cash, for a brown paper package. He surreptitiously slipped the bag into his jacket, zipped it up, and stood from his seat, with his narrowed eyes locked on the other man. It fucking well better be. Enjoy your coffee. Josh turned his back, and exited before Aiden had a chance to respond. If the gear wasn't up to standard, he had some associates who'd pay Aiden a visit. Pandora's was already swinging by the time he arrived, and Josh paused outside to survey the crowd. Mostly regulars guys in torn jeans and ripped t-shirts, ear-rings in their noses and brows, girls in either way too short dresses, or jeans shorts which barely covered their asses, tits hanging out of their low cut tops, dyed hair, and make-up caked on so thick that it would require a trowel to remove, and caused Josh to be frightened of what may lay underneath. More than half appeared to already be stoned, or stumbled from the effects of alcohol. His customers it should be a great night. As usual, there was no need to wait in line, and Josh pushed his way through the sea of people, then stopped to greet the two mountains of muscle who guarded the front entrance. All three exchanged fist bumps, then the bouncers stepped aside to allow him through. Inside was pumping, and the first sale was made as he walked to the bar. Although he'd yet to unwrap the package, a few tabs floated around in his pockets, and the transaction took barely a second. The usual? Josh had ignored the rest of the crowd, and tugs on his arms, as he fell into a stool at the bar, and nodded in response to the rhetorical question. The beer had already been placed on the counter. He thanked Max, and they had a brief conversation, then Josh swivelled to face the dance floor, and casually took in the crowd. He'd enjoy the beverage, and appraise the situation, before he went to work. The customers weren't going anywhere, and knew well enough to leave him alone until word spread that the shop was open. Apparently, all except one. As he sipped his beer, then wiped the foam from his mouth with the back of a hand, Josh shook his head at a spaced-out blonde who'd approached him, waving money in the air. Babe, got any shit? Her skirt barely covered her upper thighs, and she slurred her words as she moved between his legs, and plonked herself in his lap. The bitch reeked of alcohol. Josh smiled, but it wasn't one that reached his eyes. Why don't you make it a little more obvious. He plucked the cash from her fingertips, That's what you owe me for last time, then shoved her roughly out of his lap. Now fuck off. Asshole. Josh took no notice of the response, or the fact that the girl had stumbled to her knees, and was being dragged away by friends. He'd always had a photographic memory for his faces, and his attention had been distracted by the emergence of two girls he didn't recognise from near the dance floor. The first was damn hot, maybe too hot, but there was something about the second in the burgundy dress which drew his interest. The dealer made no effort to hide his wandering gaze as it slid down to linger on the strangers ass and legs, then, after a brief pause to appraise her breasts, moved up to take in her face. Dark hair, cute features, and a nice-looking body. She definitely wasn't a regular and, judging by what seemed to be more expensive than standard Pandora attire, possibly had money to burn. That was good for Josh prices varied depending on customer and his eyes never left the young women as he shot a smile in their direction, and lifted the beer glass to his lips.