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tamingthemuseTitle: Back Alley Business
Fandom: original
Prompt 436 - Back alley
Warnings: strong language
Rating: PG13
It was chilly outside, and he was late. She hated it when the client was late.
She took a few steps down the alley, and then back where she started, her hands buried in her pockets. She had gloves on, but they were more decorative than effective. Next time she had a meet-up in the street, she would put two set of mittens over her fingers. At least, they would as comfy as her toes.
For a second, she focused on the thin fog her breathing was creating in front of her. She was wondering how cold it would need to be for breath to solidify when a cycling figure entered the alley and stop in front of her.
"Hi", the biker said while getting off his vehicule. The bike went standing against a dumpster, and was quickly forgotten at the benefit of their current business. "So, do you have it ?"
Carissa rolled her eyes. "Of course, I have it. I don't let down clients, it's bad for the business. The question is : do you have the money ?"
Booker was a regular, usually buying cheap stuff with little effects, but today was different. She had had to reach out to a few of her high-priced suppliers to put her hand on his order. It was far from the things she could cook in her kitchen. It was going to make her a lot of money, and maybe even a good reputation in higher circles.
"Yes, don't worry." He opened his shoulder bag, and took a brown paper bag out of it, the upper end solidly folded down. He undid the folding, and gave her a quick show of the banknotes inside. She would have to check, of course, but everything seemed to be in order. He never had had any trouble with Booker anyway. He was too young and innocent to be tapping in that world, to be honest.
"So, I've showed you mine ..."
"Oh please", Carissa sighed. She had heard that sentence way too many times already. She reached for her neck, and pulled out the chain that was around it. On it hung a green vial, barely bigger than a thumb.
"Nice camouflage", Booker commented. She smiled.
"It's more than that", Carissa replied. "The potion needs to stay lukewarm. I advise you keep it near your body until you use it."
He whistled. "Wise."
"I know my job." She unfastened the chain, and put it in his open hand, snatching the paper bag once she was done. "Be careful with that shit, Booker. It's powerful. One drop, maybe too, but no more until the next day. I'd hate to lose one of my best cutomers."
"Don't worry, I've done my research ... I've read some fucked up things I sure don't want to happen to me."
He'd managed to fasten the chain around his neck, and was walking back to his bike. "And if anything goes wrong, I'll make sure everybody knows you're not the one who fucked up."
"You'd better do. I have means to reach you on planes you haven't even heard of", Carissa replied as he got back on his bike and took off.
Fandom: original
Prompt 436 - Back alley
Warnings: strong language
Rating: PG13
It was chilly outside, and he was late. She hated it when the client was late.
She took a few steps down the alley, and then back where she started, her hands buried in her pockets. She had gloves on, but they were more decorative than effective. Next time she had a meet-up in the street, she would put two set of mittens over her fingers. At least, they would as comfy as her toes.
For a second, she focused on the thin fog her breathing was creating in front of her. She was wondering how cold it would need to be for breath to solidify when a cycling figure entered the alley and stop in front of her.
"Hi", the biker said while getting off his vehicule. The bike went standing against a dumpster, and was quickly forgotten at the benefit of their current business. "So, do you have it ?"
Carissa rolled her eyes. "Of course, I have it. I don't let down clients, it's bad for the business. The question is : do you have the money ?"
Booker was a regular, usually buying cheap stuff with little effects, but today was different. She had had to reach out to a few of her high-priced suppliers to put her hand on his order. It was far from the things she could cook in her kitchen. It was going to make her a lot of money, and maybe even a good reputation in higher circles.
"Yes, don't worry." He opened his shoulder bag, and took a brown paper bag out of it, the upper end solidly folded down. He undid the folding, and gave her a quick show of the banknotes inside. She would have to check, of course, but everything seemed to be in order. He never had had any trouble with Booker anyway. He was too young and innocent to be tapping in that world, to be honest.
"So, I've showed you mine ..."
"Oh please", Carissa sighed. She had heard that sentence way too many times already. She reached for her neck, and pulled out the chain that was around it. On it hung a green vial, barely bigger than a thumb.
"Nice camouflage", Booker commented. She smiled.
"It's more than that", Carissa replied. "The potion needs to stay lukewarm. I advise you keep it near your body until you use it."
He whistled. "Wise."
"I know my job." She unfastened the chain, and put it in his open hand, snatching the paper bag once she was done. "Be careful with that shit, Booker. It's powerful. One drop, maybe too, but no more until the next day. I'd hate to lose one of my best cutomers."
"Don't worry, I've done my research ... I've read some fucked up things I sure don't want to happen to me."
He'd managed to fasten the chain around his neck, and was walking back to his bike. "And if anything goes wrong, I'll make sure everybody knows you're not the one who fucked up."
"You'd better do. I have means to reach you on planes you haven't even heard of", Carissa replied as he got back on his bike and took off.
