#fenixtj

She stays by Nec's side, a bit behind the rest of the procession, back to Fenix, offering Symond a bit of praise: "That din't suck."

"Thank you, all.... Good work." And more tired than she might have let on, she goes home.

And gone is Jessia nad the new gal

"Okay... woman, chew me out, kiss my ass, but get your mouth working about the feelz" Nec says

"It ain' shit, Crawley. It just...ever'body talkin' 'bout 'share th' balefire' like it be some kinda tea party cake. But you felt how twitchy that place be, how it all about jumpin' th' other guy? How anybody gonna share shit like that? An' I done had my tonsils massaged over that shit once."

Nec nods "Your fat ass got some blisters but your brain thinking smooth. So you tell me? what do you want from this ? We work it"

His tone is supportive. Every since the baby, he's been a bit more sentimental, but he's got her back

"Well, I deal with it if I hafta...but is sure as fuck ain' what I call 'suitable'..." A sigh, disappointed.

"Girl, you didn't even want this raggedy ass hold I thought? Ain't your idiom n shit. you saying yo udo want it? or you don't want it if it mean a part?"

"I ain' wan' it NOW...but hey, I got me a 'Hold comin' to me, and when I felt this shit blow up, I figgered, Fuck, this be it! Then...it ain't."

A frown "Shit baby, you want this for you or the consortium ..this future hold I mean?"

"It about getting what I been promised, an' not gettin' cheated cuz I jus' another commoner...but yeah, it for th' Consortium, Crawley. If it be jus' for me, I be fine with staying at the Forge in Fenix. That place be more of a home than I done have in a minute. But I wanna be treated right, you feel me? An' if I be treated right, then th' Consortium end up treated right."

Nec smiles "I'm gonna pookasplain to you how to nocker this... you gonna love that." He says "First, one word: Sole Merchandissing Rights! They gotta by those Sparticuls costumes and weapons from somewhere right?"

"What, I look like fuckin' Coco Chanel or some shit? What I know from costumes? Weapons, yeah, but...."

"Consortium..." He says "Sign says you gotta have a fucking membeship card to make a deal? Think they'd like that? "

She realizes he means a monopoly for the consortium, that only the Consoritium gets first BID on supplying the hold

She frowns, thinking about the various consortium members...then a slow nod. "That might could work."

"Might be enough to compensate."

"Oh yeah, and that's ALL you ask for"a snort and he makes a SQUEEZZE motion

A toothy grin growing. "Yeah, I hear you. You got th' business chops. What makes you a useful fucker to keep around."

A nod "Then there's the lottery "

"Tell me more...." He's definitely got her attention as they trail their way back to the hold.

"Well, if you want bigge and better later... and the Consoritum wasp romised whole hold... then this part thing don't count...but it still cherry so... who do you want in your treee house to hve that cherry? Symond? Gas Boggan? You playing it straight up gangster ain't no shame in being Don, with the hat and striiped suit"

"Huh..." She pauses a moment. "Y'know...you right. I been thinkin' if'n we get a new hold, you 'n me 'n babygirl gonna hafta pull up roots an' go there....which, y'know, pullin' up roots ain' never mattered before cuz I ain' never had much like that...but now you say it, I c'n see lettin' th' two of 'em take over at a new place, while we stays all cozy where we is."

"And here a forge, there a forge what's that mean? "

"Huh....well, yeah, kinda expands on th' network th' Consortium already s'pose to have."

"So maybe a space in the hold...for knitting" Wryly "Should be part of the deal?"

A smirk. "Fuckin' needlepoint. Aight, yeah."

"Now, if Only I knew the smartest fucing bitch in the world...who could make this rain fall, you know?" A sigh

"Aight, aight...don' gotta hit me over th' fuckin' head."

He squeezes her ass, "Sure, it down here somewhere, " A grin and if she swats he laughs