#fenixtj

“They startin’ be somewhere more than We got this but stoppin’ jus’ short of Hold my beer. It gonna work!”

No, no he did not

She’s going to allow him the retroactive crowing this time.

That's when a knock on the door way to the bale room, "Hey boss" It's the finacial officer's voice

The mortal? “She can’t be down here, Crawley! We gotta...gotta....”. A sudden urgent need to protect her balefire from the perils of mortals.

"Easy.. she's not coming in, that pimphand cantrip keeping her back"

And indeed, the woamn doesn't barge in

“That be your doin’? Mmph...a’ight, that one be okay. But we gettin’ a big somebody-else’s-problem-field cantrip on this place.” She goes to the door and exits the room, hopefully with Nec right behind, and closing the door before the woman can look in. “Whatchoo want?”

The woman looks "Got the list of which pigs we're greasing the wheels for. Like you wanted." The woman's attitude has shifted, taking orders, but less focused on sucking up, "Some of these guys are going to be hard to shake without asking for trouble." While her mortal outfit is the same, to enchanted eyes, she's showing a whole lot more... it's as if she were wearing a rather tight halter top, a short leather skirt, and fishnets. Somehow, Tweak realizes that every mortal woman, unenchanted though they might be, is dressed, at least to fae eyes, in this type of voile.

Nec just smiles proudly

She turns and gives her trueheart a dubious look, then sighs and shakes her head at him before turning her attention back to the issue at hand. “A’ight...you be my point person on this, uh...th’fuck is yer name, again?”

"Prudence St. Clair" the woman says.

Nec's face falls. Apparently he was hoping she'd switch up for 'Trixie' or some shit

Well, he can't have everything.

"And I'll get on it, boss. Find out which ones can get whittled down easier"

“Yeah, you do that...you.” A quick nod of dismissal.

She walks off, a bit of sashay in her walk but also a head full of 'cando'

Once Prudence leaves, Necrocropsis looks over at his trueheart, "Damn bitch, we got ourselve some high class streetwalking material now"

“Crawley, I willin’ t’ bend these bitches, but I think that gonna break ‘em. Maybe you keep yer girls back on th’ other side of town? B been good ‘bout it so far.”

"But then I ..." He stops "Baby, that's all the way the other side of the city from you and that miserable brat"

His multitude of eyes can't hide his concern at seeing less of their daughter.

“Yeah.” She doesn’t seem to like it either. “But...fuck, man, you done filled a need there. You cut into th’ turf of some shit heads an’ done did th’ job right cuz it fuckin’ needed t’ get itself done. But here? I dunno, man. We gonna be able to have you work th’ same line here?” She gestures around. “Don’ think you gotta grip on this here territory.”

He reaches over and strokes her face, "You shamed of your pimp?"

Yes, a bit of ..vulnerablity

“Naw, baby. My man done picked me up an’ put me back t’gether more times ‘n I c’n count. Never ‘shamed of you. Jus’...not sure how t’ make this work. This be some high class shit, Crawley. I...don’ know how it work.” Vulnerable herself. “Tryin’ not t’break shit too fast.”

He nods, and think about it, then a smile, "Hey, maybe I see if Bluetooth haggle for my ass... up the ante for me to stick around and commute? "

“Maybe...but I think you get her big blue piece o’ ass to go to bat fer ya there. He get where you comin’ from. Or...well...maybe you figger out how they do pimpin’ ‘round here, an’ make it work. But I sure as shit ain’ wantin’ it to be nuthin where yer girls hate what they doin’, y’hear?

"Baby, would I ever think of that? " Innocence does not work well on him, then he sighs "Okay, you know I got my hard edge in the last year." An admission he's gotten if anything, a bit more soft on some things.

“Right? You c’n still fuck shit up when it need fuckin’ up, but ain’ no point when it ain’ needed. You been doin’ a’ight by them girls, Crawley. Better’n my pimps ever done for me back then. Way better.” A sneer at the memory.

"Just dont want to waste the drug money keeping em hooked"

A smirk. “Maybe...bring ‘em uptown...an’ call ‘em image consultants, or some shit?”

“But th’ ones you gonna find up here what wanna be in th’ business ain’ the ones what need th’ better treatment. If you bring yo’ business here, you gonna leave a vacuum behind, an’ all them other pimps gonna go right back to they old ways.” Then a thought. “Heyyyyy...maybe one of your girls c’n take over back there? Gotta, like, protege?”

"Mmm don't know if I like sharing my cut, but maybe..."

And she gets kissed, "Bitch, you feel the energy in this place? People gonna be making rockets out of their ass in a weak" Hypberbole, but hey he gets it

The kiss and the comment both bring a toothy smile. “They is, ain’ they? I mean...shit...”. She marvels briefly at the fact of it. “Oh, hell, I gotta get th’ cooperative peeps in a special meeting, we see how they doin’ with workin’ with these mundane.”

"YOu got your three bulls?"

“What this shit you sayin’?”

"The four bulls you be needing: The Bullhorn, the BUllwhip, and Bullshit"

“Aw, them? Please, ain’ never go nowhere without ‘em.”

"Aright... let me know when you need me to watch the podling so I can just desert you all while buying lotto tickets"

“Jus’ make sure they winners.” She grabs him for a brief, resounding kiss. “You better go hang out wit’ her...betcha her nap be about over right now.”

The kiss is returned, and he nods "Girl probably trying to figure out how to build a bomb out of her diapers.... damn sure provides the fuel" And heads off

Her man is mean, of dubious moral character, and utterly offensive in almost everything he says- he's also got her back

That’s why they’re perfectly matched.

Now, time for her to crack some heads even as she's leading them.

(End scene)