More Than You Can Chew (Closed RP)
J supposed that the trouble with hiring what they euphemistically called ‘irregulars’ - freelancing individuals of unique talent, great utility, and dubious morals - was that they seemed to come with a higher-than-usual rate of... issues.
This one? He pretty much took the cake. Perhaps even the highly-detailed penis cake once given to her by Chaos and Dante. She imagined shoving it right in Shaz’s big dumb face, maybe with the help of a stepladder, and felt marginally better.
But a contract was a contract, and he had fulfilled his end of the deal. She wasn’t sure if he’d live long enough to enjoy the cash that she was carrying... even if there were more than a few hints that he wasn’t exactly a normal human being. Well, they would just have to see how this all panned out; she just hoped that this night didn’t end with having to put the guy down like a rabid animal.
Striding into the dive bar from before, J found that she had arrived a little early. She ordered a vodka on the rocks, amused by the evident dust on the lone bottle of Belvedere. She took her drink and sat in the farthest corner booth, waiting for the oversized fool to arrive and claim his pay.