http://www.rapdict.org/ has a great rap dictionary reference. A local copy so that I can still refer to it when I roleplay is available, but try the main site first.
Damn. DMS. Stupid.
Errg. Apparently noone snuck in and killed us last night. I hear Renee arguing with the room service boy. I shake my head and jump out of bed. Man these beds are comfortable.
I slip into one of them wonderful fluffy white robes, and trot out to recharge the hyperdrive. Oh, man. I so wanna stay in a place like this without the circus of Doctors.
The Icelady comes and asks to steal some of my chow. I have to think of everything here. Man..... "Sure. Dig in." Thought they'd want to actually eat. Who looks after these kids?
They bicker and argue over what's goung to happen. This game is getting boring really quick. What a waste of my time. G mentions going shopping and that sure does cheer me up. Need some stuff and these Nathans are just the people to provide. Although, G is cute in a geeky, puppydog way.
I point out that the center is probably safe. Its public, but they wont be alone to be picked off one by one.
Doc gets narky about me mentioning the dead doc. Touchy. Still, the others look up to him and I cant see Dr Icy following an idiot and G seems to genuinly respect him. Hmm. Gotta be somethin' there. Just cant see it myself.
The Doc decides that its off to the clinic. Great. I wise em up about the hotel room and changing rooms etc. Eventually they get it. These people have no idea of livin' on the streets.
We all pack up. Dr Ice ignores me, Renee just waves his arms round and raves. G sees all excited and bouncy about going shopping and, I cant believe it, but so am I. Great, Cas and her nerdy new friends.
The Doc's roll up to the clinic and start bossing people round. Im Bored. I have to wait while the Doc's work out details of working minus two geeks.
He's introducing me round and he tries to expand the name. "Cassidy" he said. Im sure my eyes bugged out of my eyes. I almost tell him, but it seems sweeter to let him flounder. :)
Yeah, right. Butch Cassidy. I think thats like a oldies film. Dont think ive seen it. Something about westerns or something. I try and picture myself as Clint Eastwood. Naaa.
Renee leaves me in his office while they storm round, solving emergency after emergency. Man what a lot of books. I peeked in some of them and its like a different language. Probably is. I look at some of the folders on the Doc's desk and, Man, more boring crap.
The come back and say they are going to take me to a santuary. Went to an animal santuary one time. I have no idea what they are talking about though. The Ice lady is against me going, but G and Renee have some weird conversation that I dont fully scope.
"I dont know...." whines the Doc
"But you summoned her with the spell. And she's like a perfect gardian." argues G. Man, I got the boy, hook like and sinker. "Assuming that we think its the spell..."
More spell stuff. The nark mentioned ritual magic or something the other day. Hmmmm. I wonder if..
"Ok...." decides the Doc.
Oh, man. G thinks Im perfect. The geeks kinda cute, I gotta admit. Too old to split the Orio with, but....
We pop down to the santuary place and its like a library with old books, candles and stuff. They all think its pretty fly. I get to sit and wait while they read. Geeks. G seems to be gettin' into it tho.
I take a peek in one of them books and its all some strange language. I think its english, but the letters are all weird. Plus it smells. Cant make out what its talking about. I ask, but Dr Ice and Renee go ballistic saying its 300 years old or something. Explains the smell, I guess.
I put the book down and go back to the important task of sitting in a dimly lit carpark, waiting for some poindexters to catch up on the latest version of Nerdy Weekly. This is so wacked. Two Doc's down and they just sit and read.
Man, I gotta get me some music.
Renee seems to want a cavity search. He is all fired up about going to the cops. Man I wont ever dig these people. So we drive off to see CJ, all the while Ren's complainin' about me hangin' loose out the window. No feet on the dash. Dont touch this. Dont touch that. Even the radio seems to be locked out of anything with a beat.
I zone and soon Ren stops ranting. Comfy wheels. Nice area with no street crime. Hmmmmm. Might just have to get me some of this action.
I cant believe we are walking into a copshop. Man, I gotta make sure I dont pick up any of these bad habbits. Anyway, Ren and CJ do the offical cop dance. She asks the standard questions and he becomes moral outrage guy for a while.
They dance around it, but we all know that something weird happened to dissapearing Doc and its linked to dead Doc.
Bored again. Still.
"Hey, Doc, gotta make some calls....."
"Well why dont you... ohh take it then!!!"
I catch the phone and go out to make some calls. First I called the stereo getting dude to arrange picking up he piece. I didnt want to leave these Nathan's alone for very long, so I think its spend the extra cash and get him to collect the Nine. He wants $200, but im stayin' in the Hilton, so that cant be too hard to find.
Next I call the Fixer. If anyone can find out about the "Heart of All Sorrows" or the "New Inquisition" then its him. I tell him its important, which means that Ill have to pay lots for this, but also means he'll be quick if he can.
Next I call DJS and tell him that I cant make it to the club and wont be able to for a while. He says its ok, but I realise now that its me who needs the club, and not the other way round. I really miss those beats. I put on a brave face, but all I seem to do at the moment is wait while the Doc's bicker. If I dont get some action soon...
I call Dr G and tell him we are still on for shopping. Cool. I got a list and all. :) He seems hyped and I must be getting soft or something, but the idea of shopping with a geek seems better than sitting round while the rest of the Doc's read books and all.
Man, its a poindexter week for Cas.
Doc insists on rolling up to the eatery where we first met. Great. Well he's paying. We roll over there in a cop car. Atleast they wont screw round with us if we arrive in a berry.
CJ spots someone scopin' us. She goes and chats to him while the Doc whines at the waitress upstairs. The spotter says nothin'. No surprise there.
Well Doc tires of his toys and we head back to the medical center. He finally caves and wants to get me a mobile, but I dont think Id like to go shopping with the Doc. Too much shouting "How much!??!"
Back to the medical center. More chaos and arm waving by Ren and the others. CJ wants to look through the dead doc's things and goes and pokes round. Apparently the dead doc had appointments for today. Somuch for dissapearing. Unless he didnt want the doc to know.
Ren and G talk on the phone. Doc sends me up to get some card of some dude who dropped in. G seem pumped about the shopping trip. "Its still on for ASAP, honey.". G gives me the card that Ren wants and I walk it down. Cas, the courier.
I give it to the doc. He starts ranting again and calls G. Yeah, thanks, no problem. I get the sudden urge to pop him one, but with CJ round. The thought passes. Pity.
G pops down and we go out shipping. Woohoo! Bring that platnum amex to moma!
G grabs his car and we go shopping. Its a caddy. Niiiiiiiiiiice smooth ride. Im trying to convince G that he should withdraw some cash. He looks confused, but I explain to him that plastic isnt much use if you have to go underground. He probably thought I ment cash for me. Not that thats a bad idea, but I decide not to push.
"Where too, Cas?"
"Um. Auto teller for you, then music store for me."
"Eh?"
"Trust me."
We pull up at an autoteller in the mall. I get G to max out his withdrawal. Neat. Lots of green.
We wander round the huge barn of a mall. Seems nice to actually take stuff slow for a change. Running round with Ren just seems to, I dunno, draining. Either that or dead set boring while he reads stuff or rants at people. Im hearing the rumbles, so we stop at a deli to get some noodles.
I work on G and he finally tells me that he's a gut doctor. Ulsers and stuff. He doenst say how you catch ulsers though. Still he seems to be making life happy for himself.
We find a big music store. We find the prepaid phones and do some brousing. Lets see, mobile phone, vibrate unit, an extra battery, an ear unit and a nice leather case to hang off my belt and not snag anything. Oh and $150 in calls.
The sales man looks happy. Even happier when I tell him to double it. Man, in my job, ill probably smash this little thing in a minute. Better to have two. I remember Fixer complaining that his cell packed up on him during some big deal and he had lots of trouble. Im a smart girl and if Fixer carries two then so do I.
"Two phones?"
"Well G, Im a bouncer and lets say I had to smash your head into that wall a couple of times. You might just flay your arms around and knock the phone. It looks pretty fragile and you wouldnt like to make me miss a call as well as messin' my hair would ya?"
"Nope. Makes sense. Wouldnt want that."
"Good good, G." I snap with a grin.
G shakes his head and pulls out a roll of Green.
While G is paying and signing all the paper work (in an assumed name like I told him), I go off and scan the cd players. Gotta get me some music. I find some kid who works here, flash him the perly whites and he's all mine for my shopping experiance. I get him to show me a CD player and the best headphones he's got. The best bass. Man they are big thumpin' things, but they are wicked cool, sound wise.
While the kid is packing it all up, I do a quick scan of the CD racks. I grab some dance CD's (blowing a kiss to DJS, bless his little techno heart) and do a quick scan of the HipHop section (passing a silent salute to DMS).
I get the 10 CD's, the player and the phones. The phones are more expensive than the player, but I pout and the kid throws in a couple of recharagable batteries and a wicked black carry case for the player. I peel off some of Renee's money and pay the kid. I should save it incase we need to do a runner, but who wants to live forever, eh? Not me and especially not without music.
The kid better be right about this player being bounce proof. Its going to get tested tonight, thats for sure.
Next stop, the gunshop. Majestic Hunting Goods, must be a family oriented place. G goes to get a coffee, so I go in and look round. Oooh, toys. The dude behind the counter perves at me as I brouse the store. Hmmmm. *Barbie mode* What to get? Oh, the franklin mint plate I think. Naaaaa, thats more Renee's circle of friends, I think.
I grab two flick knives, a backpack and sports bag. For some reason, Im drawn to a roll of gaffa tape. A leather belt to hang those mofiles on. Ooooooooooh, some nice tough gloves. I slip them on and punch into my palm a few times and its a nice thuddy feel and even when I hit hard, it doesnt sting the knuckles. I could get used to these. Ill get two sets.
"Gunna hurt someone, little lady?"
"Just pack it."
"Check out this little toy." He pulls out some little thing. With a quick flip of the hand, out pops a metal rod.
"What the Hells that? Like a flick knife..?"
"Yeah, its an undercover cop's club. Nice and easy to hide. Cheap at only $41.95."
Its cool and what can I say, Im a toy whore.
"Chuck it in."
G comes in with some coffee and I push him the bill. He's still chewing some coffee scroll crap or some cruddy donut. He flips out the plastic and the dude behind the counter looks at me, then looks at G. Im sure he's thinkin' jail bait. I grin and play it up.
G flicks up his collar and sneers, all Humphey B. "Little lady's gotta look after herself."
G's obviously not getting a rise out of the meathead. He looks a little dissapointed. The meathead takes the pastic and swipes it.
"Hey, you be a real Gansta, G."
Glenn picks up a little at that. "Yeah, dont mess wid da G, man."
"Sure wont, boss. Got me runnin' scared. G the BG."
"BG?"
"Baby Gangster."
"I'm probably twice your age, young lady!" he replies, all prim and proper.
"Er, BG and OG. A baby gansta is someone who aint iced anyone yet. OG is origional gansta. You dont look like the kind to cap ya enemies, G." We are both silent for a bit. "Probably a good thing." I mutter too quiet for him to hear.
"You a BG or an OG, Cas?"
"Er, dont ask, hon." I grab the bag with the new toys. "There are some things a nice girl just doesnt tell, hon." I flash him the pearly whites, flip the bag on my shoulder and skip out of the store doin' my best Pippy Long Stockin' sweet look.
G pops the plastic and follows. We walk on in silence for a bit.
Next port of call is a GAP store to get some clothes. I get the usual 'Oh, look, trash' looks from all the people shopping and working here. Oh, I so wanna smack some of those looks off people's faces. Yeah, the skirt would look good with your blood all over it, little pissant. Some quaterback type gives me the pimp eye and gets a punch in the arm from his barbie girlfriend. No nookie tonight for Mr Hunky. Other people's suffering always makes me feel better.
I precision shop, undies, socks, tops and a couple of pairs of dark jeans. G's like my wingman, staying close, but behind. Half way through he starts making smart comments about my choice.
"No. Go for the pink top. Oh, its got bunnies on it. You love bunnies, honey." says G, attracting a nice circle of assistants who come and watch the show.
"But its big and fluffy, darling. Fluffy and big makes me look fat, doesnt it? I thought you prefered these halter tops like I'm wearin'?"
"You'd look hot in the sparkling green lycra thing over there! Yeaow!"
"You think so? Oh, thats so nice of you hon." I pull one off the rack in my size and toss it at G. He's stuff carryin' dude for today anyway. I walk over and grab his arm and bounce. "I didnt think the sparkling green was really me, but if it turns you on, lover, I'll slip into it later tonight."
Enough fun, time for the mundanes. Off to the plain and simple section and I toss the jeans onto the pile thats already weighing him down. "Shoes next."
"I cant believe this. Cant you shop without needing a trolly to carry it in?"
"Isnt it amazing how all those skimpy things add up to a big pile so quickly? You wouldnt think that just under 1/2 a yard of material could fill a trolly, would you?" I jump up on the font of the trolly. "Shoe section, and make it snappy."
I grab some nice expensive kicks to do some training in. Oh, and a sports bag too. G gets the usual looks of pity from people who think that I'm the 'troubled daughter' and looks of digust from people who are channeling Mr Jailbait gun shop man. Pity or digust: back to normal then.
I ripped some pages out of the yellow pages while were were at the hotel. G and I go to the car carrying all the bags and stuff. G offers to take most of it to the hotel. Sounds cool. I sort some of it out putting just the essentials in the backpack.
"So, that all then?"
"One more destination, G. Out here and turn left."
We are silent for a bit in the car. I know G just cant help but bring it up. "Shoot, boss."
"Glenn - its always Glenn for you, you work for Renee, not me! We're just hanging together..."
"Glenn? Screw that. Ill call you whatever I like. Anyway, who says I work for Ren? Seems to me you Doc's are all in trouble together. So what if Ren's your boss? I aint gunna make that same mistake." I smile at him wickedly. "Anyway, just because you fork over the greens, dont mean you get to own me. Neither you or Renne. You can buy an option on my time or the pleasure of my company, but I'll still bail on ya if you piss me off. I aint hangin' with you lot because Renee's my boss. Im hangin' because it suits me, because Im getting a taste of how the other 1/2 lives and, well, because you're sort of cute in a cool, retro 80's, unstreetwise sorta way. Its a nice change. Anyway, why does Renee get to be my boss when the Nathan aint payin' me zip."
"I mean... But you're... Uhhh... I mean, you have to work for Renee, don't you. I mean... It's *Renee*... Right?"
"It's Renne? So? Im sure the medication will clear it up. Dont see whats so special 'bout him, G. I told ya, aim here is party party party! I'm in because so far it's a laugh and its cool hangin' with the well to do set. I dont mean that thats only why Im hanging round. Ah, you know what I mean, dont ya? Shopping with you has been a total blast and Ive had a great time. We both had a cool time, yeah? So, Im not going to split now, but Im not a wage slave to Renee and dont ever intend to be. Im an independant sort a gal, G."
Laughs, "I get that impression!"
We both drive on for a bit in silence, but not an comfortable one. Both of us are having a ball and its great!
"That gangsta stuff back there... I mean, have you actually ...uhhh... 'popped' anyone?"
I expected that. Still, I aint got a perky, smartarse reply ready to the question. Im just silent. We drive on a while longer in silence, me thinking and G uncomfortable.
G breaks the silence and tries to change the subject. "So, whats next on the list. Rolex? Flakjacket? A bomb?"
I breath in. "I dont remember how old I was. 15 maybe. Dates aint real important." Getting all serious, girlfriend. I take a deep breath and make light. "I aint saying one way or the other. BG or OG, but I got my G stripes." How to put this... "Lets just say, Cas in the bedroom, with the baseball bat. Anyway, self defense, man. Aint a jury on Earth that'd convict."
Come on, freak out. You be drivin' with a monster, dude. 'Stop the car and ditch the bitch' as the posse used to say to DMS behind my back.
"Oh. Man. I'm sorry... I didn't... How could you... Who... "
"Hey, its cool. Its all, like, history, way back when apes ruled the Earth and all that crap. Different city, different situation and all long past." A little more silence. "Thats why I got into the bouncin' gig. Livin' on the streets when I got here was hard. Being white in a hood of the bothers and sisters. I got beaten on a couple of times when I arrived, but I learnt to handle myself. Got my gansta badge and the posse knows it." I make with the fists. "Noone messes with me now, G. I can look after myself and people give me props now or regret it."
"Uhhh, look, its none of my business, Cas. I'm not trying to pry. 'K?"
"If I didnt wanna tell ya, then I wouldnt. Simple. Why, you think you can force it out of me?" I meet his eyes and smile, warm and friendly as I can muster. "Look, G, I just met you and all, but you seem pretty fly to me and I got a plan for my life and thats to party till I die. So I dont wanna piss my time away being nice and socially acceptable and all. Anything other than the truth is just wasting your time. And if you got a problem with my past, well then I can't very well change it now, can I? So, you're better knowing now before we get to the more serious night club attendin' part of the relationship."
"Clubs?"
"Yeah, you know. Where young people go to have fun? Oh man, am I missing pounding the floors. Its horrible, Doc, could be fatal. What do you suggest?"
"Im a doctor and I prescribe a 3 course meal of icecream, twice a day."
"Its a date."
We drive round for a bit and I guide him into some of the cheaper sides of life. Wow. A nice guy. Who'd a guessed?
We roll up and G grabs a park outside the strip. I can tell that G's a bit wigged. Still, we are on the edge of the tenderloin here and Im sure he's thinkin' drugs.
I get him out of the car and we go for a little walk down the road and pull into the Eagle Leather. We walk in and look round the shop. G's going that nice red embarassed color. We both get eyed by the leatherman behind the counter. I grin back. I search my memory... Jake.. no.. Mike. Yeah, Mike.
I nod and ball my fists and take a fighting stance. "Mike. Hows it hangin'?"
A smile of recognition pops across his face. "To the left, Bambie."
"Thats nice, hon."
G catches up to me. "Bambie?"
"Diamonds are for Ever, some old film.... Bambie and Thumper. Bambie now, thump ya later. 'ts a bouncer nickie."
"Ahhhh."
I look round at the boots. Most of the heavy ones are either CFM boots with stupid laces that go up all the way to the neck or some crappy designer punk crap with twinkily clanky metal bits on. I find a nice set of capped boots that I can strip the leather and metal designer crap off. I pull the boots on and stomp round in them. Comfortable enough. And they still lace high enough to count for CFM's. Win/win situation.
I look round at some of the clothing racks and pick out some nice jackets. There's a nice long black Matrix leather jacket. Its just so Johnathan. Oh man, Im hot. :).
"Man thats wicked, Cas."
I look at the price tag. EEEEEEEEK! 4 digits. "Cool, G, coz your paying." I toss it on the pile at the counter.
I try on a heavy bikers jacket. Its a little restrictive compaired to the light tops I usually wear, but its really nice and heavy. Oh, this should sure absorb some nice heavy impacts. Oh, we are definatly getting this. Now I just need the bike too. :) Give it time.
Lets see, what else we got on? I look round and see G's followin' the wall round, past all the cuffs and whips and latex clothes and looking at the Wall-o-rubber. His eyes widen and I excange an entertained look with mike. Oh, he aint been in this sort of shop before.
I grab some wrist bands and a studded collar and toss them on the counter too. The wrist bands could be good if we get into any heavy action. The collar is just to wig out Renee. They got this wicked black rubber backpack with rubber spikes. Oh, we get one of those.
G comes back and looks speachless. I think he's seen stuff that he hasnt quite worked out where it fits or what you do with it.
"You ok, G?"
He nods.
I walk over and put a hand on his sholder. "Its cool, isnt it?"
He nods again and get a huge smile. And I smile back up at him. I toss a 24 pack of condoms onto the pile.
"They come in packs of 24?"
"Yep, 48 too hon. Or you can get them in bulk where..."
"I get the bulk ones," Mike offers helpfully, "much cheaper."
"Wished I'd come here when I was back in college! Man, we were so straight back then!"
"So, what, you bent now?" I tease. Mike smiles. "Hear that Mike, he used to be straight. Maybe he isnt now. Do you think Im safe with him, Mike, honey?"
Mike keeps on his serious look, but I see a twitch at the corner of his mouth. Ha. I almost made you laugh.
I bounce round to the clothes racks. Gee this is fun. I pick some leather pants off the shelves. "Mind if I try 'em on?"
"Go right ahead, Bam." says the Mike. I like leather boys. They dont want nothin' from you but your cash or a solid beating. Well, most of the time thats all they want.
I take em into the change rooms and pull them on. Oooooh, nice and tight. I walk out and G's eyes pop out of his head. I bend and twist, but they are way too tight to try anything like a kick, although it must look pretty good from G's end.
I grab the next size up and go in and change again. These felt better. I came out and G was hanging round. He's looking into the change room trying to work out what the talc is for. I do some spins and everything seemed cool.
"You like?"
"Totally cool!"
"Heads up, G. Give me some room." I do a jump or two and a roll to the floor over past G. He looks surprised. I roll to my feet and stand. "Taaaadaaaaaa!"
Mike points, going all serious. "Dont scuff those."
"Trust me, Mike."
G nods impressed, "Where did you learn those moves, Cas?" G looks impressed and gives me a round of applause. "Man o Man! The olympics team doesn't know what its missing without you, babe!"
"Well, gee, G, I could go work for them if you wanted. I mean if you're all done with me an' all."
Glenn looks wicked, "Oh, no. I think I can think of a few more things that you just might be good at."
I blink my eye lashes at him and try and look all dainty and innocent. "Im sure I just dont know what you mean, sir."
"Well, Im a firm beliver in on the job training and self improvement."
"Just how firm?"
"Oh, very."
"Hey, Mike, toss us a bear. I got a friend it reminds me of." He pulled a leather bear off the shelf and tosses it over. I catch it and pass it onto G. "Hold that out infront of you, G." He looks confused, but doesnt fight that 'these arnt the droids youre lookin' for' mojo.
I stare at G in the eyes. "Watch the birdy, darlin'." I pull into fighting stance and make with the knuckles. G looks a little confused. I smile, spin, and kick the bear out of his hand in one clean motion. G is Jaw hangin' open dude, atleast for a few seconds. Nice to know I can still surprise 'em.
"Feels good, Mike." I say, patting the pants. Mike smiles and pulls up a seat and gets comfortable for the rest of the show.
G pulls into a fighting stance, "Lets get it on!". Yeah, right. I scope him and he's obviously new. Weak deflector shields and no way he could do the Kessel run in... Oh for *#(&'s sake.
"Balance, dude." I push forward and he moves to counter, but its awkward. I slide my left arm up and push his arms backward. He steps back to keep his balance and I slap him on the butt with my right hand. "Bend zeee knees. Dont they teach you that in skiing?" We both smile and then grin like kids.
"I always fell flat on my face. Curious to try snowboarding though."
"Yeah. I can see you with a broken leg or two. I'd sign it."
I pull out another set of the same pants, but in a speckled dark red. Walking over to the counter, I add it to the pile.
"I may close early today."
"Yeah, spoil yourself." I grin. "I am."
Time to dress up. I grab the pants, the jacket, collar and wrist cuffs. Mike grabs an Eagle Leather T shirt from the wall and tosses it to me. "Should be your size, Bam, its a size too small. Should show that little tat off to the world. Get ya some action."
Glenn pipes up in mock outrage, "What, like she needs any more?"
"Well you do work during the day, hon..."
I go and change into the new wardrobe. Feels good. Crinkles just right as I walk. I walk up to G and smile. "So, its cool, boss, err, G?"
"Err, yeah. No. Scratch that. Its totally wicked."
"Well come and pay for it then, sugar daddy." I grab his arm and pull him over to the counter, putting on my best Jail Bait look. G looks at Mike and grins like a well fed cat.
"Errr, she's a treasure isnt she? Its good to see the kids of today having such wholesum and clean hobby." G ruffles my hair. "You little rascal."
"Sure, sugar D. Whatever you say. You know me. Im just all sweet and innocent."
G shakes his head and turns back to business. "Do you take...?"
Mike pulls out the machine. "Plastic.. yeah." I see his lip twitch. Mike's having a struggle with the serious leather boy look.
G passes over the amex and pays the man.
On the way back to the office, G is all hyper about going into the store. "Oh, I cant believe that store. I mean.... Wow!" Oh man, its like taking a school kid to candy. Not that I was ever much of a school kid. Or had much candy. Or knew many school kids. Ah, screw that thought.
We walk back to the car, carrying non descript brown paper bags that everyone round here recognise.
I kick back and play with the radio and.... Oh score! Rap channel! I turn it up loud and crank the bass. G's lookin' stunned and looking at me like Im from Mars. Classical or Jazz man, Id say. I crank down the window, hang out and zone. G's still raving about how he went into the store and all. He's pumped and....
Ahh, Set, I miss that. I thought I'd be running on adrenaline myself since I found the tail and the dead doc, but mostly its just been boring. Nice to see someone getting pumped though. :)
G leans down and fiddles with the radio. I drop out of hyperspace and we're on some 80's classic rock station. Ok. Maybe I was wrong about the man. Bohemian Rapsody. "Oh, man, the oldies, huh?". Suddenly feel a bit bad about teasing him. We both start bopping and hamming it up. Suddenly the car goes all Waynes World.
G starts singing along and knows the words. I remember my bothers playing this stuff. Im in for the chorus and we sing at the top of our lungs. Well, its not exactly Tupac and G aint exactly the best singer, but he's earning some Props from me. Maybe I was wrong about these stiffs. Wonder if Ren's into anything cool. Naaaaa. No chance.
"So, how do you know, Mike? Or shouldnt I ask?"
"Bouncing. I got a friend who DJ's at clubs and did some gay clubs a while back. Seems that gay clubs arnt exactly the most popular with insecure male bouncers with ego and id problems. So, they gave me a whirl."
"A while back? How young were you?"
I shrug. "Who keeps track of dates? Er, probably 16 or 17."
"At a club?"
"Well, me girl, them gay men. Plus me jailbait. Didn't get hit on much and there was usually a club full of muscle willing to lend a hand. Not that I cant look after myself if a fight. Look, gay men know what 'No' means, unlike most of the rest of you." Hmmm. Maybe there was just a little too much bitterness there, G goes quiet for a bit.
"I still cant believe you are a bouncer." He laughs "And a gansta too. Cant forget that."
"Want me to kick you ass to prove it?"
"Err, nope. Im fine as I am. Err look, Cas, I got you a key to the facility."
"The what?"
"Err, the medical offices."
"Hype, G. I should get me some cash too. Dont trust plastic."
"You want me to stop at an ATM?"
My turn to look at him like he is from Mars. "Errr. Aint got no plastic"
"You what? Well, its.. Um, you should. I mean its better than carrying lots of cash around."
I laugh. "Like I have lots of cash to carry round. I got a couple of bills from Ren, and enough of my own money for a happy meal and a bus home."
"You arent being paid for... I mean..."
"Doc gave me a 50 for watchin' his back the other day, but I more than used that up in taxi fares chasing him round the city."
"Well we need to get you a job and everything."
"Im up."
G goes quiet and starts to think. Ooooh, I like my men rich and smart. :) "Look, I can led you a couple of hundred."
"Bills. A bill is $100 and a G is $1000. Money is green or benjamins."
"Im worth $1000!" G states proudly. "How do you cash me in for credit?"
"Oh, dont cash yourself in yet, G, your assets are rising by the minute."
"Take this as an advance and I'll talk to Renee about getting you a regular wage...", G hands me some random bills, "we gotta be paying you... hmmm.. gonna need an account for the payroll to go through, though..."
"Whatever. Err do I need much ID for that? Im sort of shy about that stuff." Hey, its not a convincing voice, but G's cool.
"So, maybe we can find someone to do you a fake ID! I used to have one of those - guy named Jake did 'em. It was pretty good, and I even got in to bars with mine a few times!" He smiles like the college stud he's recalling, "we'll work something out for ya, C!"
"Maybe. I already got some. Just wanted to know how much I need to convince the bank that I am who I say I am."
Pop back after the shopping trip. Man I love this new outfit. Wicked.
Renee's eyes almost pop and he goes red and starts ranting. Something about G and jailbait, G's wife and kids. I feel the eye twitch and the fists-o-death form. But it aint worth blowin' this nice cosy mark and spending the night in a police station just for the satisfaction of watching Doc spit up his own teeth.
I pull on the long leather coat and go all Johnathan, but I dont think Doc gets it. Whistful sigh. Man that Jobathan is hot, He can split my Oreo anytime.
I pull the leather bear out and give it to Renee. He just has that "Why me?" look that he always wears round me. Man, the dude's a downer all round.
Wait round a bit while they go down to the Batcave. Eventually Renee comes up and we catch a taxi to the russian section of town.
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