#slashvevo

Greed: Money’s not an issue. My character is feeling a bit generous with their savings and decides to take your’s on a shopping spree.

It wasn’t like it was a lot. There really wasn’t a lot of anything these days. Money. Booze. Drugs. Girls. Makeup... None of that shit lasted for very long, it seemed. But somehow, after weeks and weeks of scrounging and living hand-to-mouth off of whatever scraps he could get into his stomach and selling shit off at way-to-high a price, Izzy managed to save a nice couple hundred dollars. Five hundred to be exact.

He didn’t really have many plans for the money. It was just supposed to be something nice. And so, when he found himself sitting on Miss Vienna Treskow’s doorstep, he found his hands shaking. Vi wasn’t exactly rich by any means, but it seemed that her and her boys had it pretty well off considering the way things were going for him and his own crew. At least they had their own apartment and a real roof over their heads instead of the leaky tin can he was housed in at a friend’s den. They were able to put food in the fridge if they so desired. They had running water... Running hot water. Which was something that Izzy was seriously missing as of late.

He scratched at his head, grimacing slightly at the dry straw-like feel to his hair. He needed to wash it, get the hairspray out. But he didn’t trust the shower enough at his friend’s and didn’t want to get caught bumming off the public showers at the pool.

He looked up when he heard the door open behind him, looking over his shoulder with wide eyes.

“Yeah, you can come in now.” Some guy told him, making him scramble to his feet and anxiously touch the wad of bills in his pocket. He had most of it in his boot, but a couple hundred had been tucked away into his pocket for easy access.

He stepped into the apartment and warily looked around. The place was kinda messy, he supposed, but it looked like the cleanest place on earth in comparison to the dump he was staying at.

Hesitantly, Izzy wandered through the place, poking his head in through a couple open doors to try and figure out where Vi’s bedroom was and he eventually found it. He knocked at the open door, head lowered a little as nerves got the best of him.

spaghettimustaine Please ignore my burning passion for your stupid ugly love interest….that sounds mean…uh…we all make mistakes…that sounds mean too…uhhhh I hate mustaine but I support you and your questionable life choices :3 there, that’s nice enough.

"I said: it's hot enough t' poison ya." Adam repeated, rolling his eyes even as he wiped the sweat from his brow and proceeded to take a drag from his smoke. The tobacco felt heavy with the sticky air though, and he coughed. "How th' 'ell do people live down here all year round?" He asked, looking around the beach through squinted eyes, the LA sun doing nothing to help him see across the glaring white sand.

As long as they aren't trying to sell in his territories, he often leaves them be. Though he might offer to buy or trade if he finds a prostitute that he really really wants working for him. He doesn't trade lightly though, only if he REALLY wants them and payment isn't an option.

He has both mares and stallions available, and doesn't entirely treat them differently though I think out of sheer curiosity he'd want to see how the other pimps are working and dealing with their merchandise. And he might just dabble around here and there on his own since he's always trying to find his 'perfect Jewel'.