In the middle of the day, at some point, a note was slipped under Rosa's door.. though the handwriting was unmistakable (Dom's), it simply said.

Brightwood apartments, in the slums, apartment 15.
Midnight tonight. Bring the goods.

I am a notoriously light sleeper. Any good amount of noise will usually wake me up, whether the sun is high overhead or not. Naturally im never in a good mood if i get woken up, but it happens. Just dont fuck against my walls and we wont have any problems, i tell the girls.

[Light sleeper Merit!]

A note slipping under the door wont be enough to wake me up, thankfully. My room is like a cave, with shuttered windows and triple layered heavy curtains stapled to the wallboards. I will find the note in the five or six hours later that i wake up.

I want to ask Dom about it, but if hes being discreet i wont fuck with his judgement. This is a big help for me. I slip the address into my jeans and find my coat. Being a light sleeper i am usually one of the first up. I will take advantage of that and get the fuck out of here before Kim can mother hen me...

Doms stolen roll!!! : 2008-12-15 11:37:18 Dom rolls 3 dice to underworld contacts (Diff 7) 6,4,4 (failure)

I am in luck. None of the other holed up -nightime only- Stables people are awake. I pull on my coat and flip up my hood, going down the stairs, past the sounds of muffled moans and spankings on the second floor and out the heavy front door as quietly as i can.

I head down the block and catch the bus across town to pick up my merchandise...

[Link this over to the Slums, Thread called 'Wanna-be Lord of War'. Then come back here, speed time up to an hour or so Past Midnight!]

One O'clock in the mornin and im back in the damn Stables. Im feelin like a real badass bitch right now so I come right through the front door. No sneakin, no peekin, I head right up to Doms office and shut the door behind me.

'Yo bitch, guess what i got for ya nigga ass?'

Im smiling wide and sit right on Dominics desk, unzipping my  coat I reach into an inside pocket and drop an envelope onto Doms lap. Its suffed with green, crisp, one-hundred dollar bills.

'Shit went down without a hitch. I was like Nicolas Cage, wheelin and dealin the big guns! That theres your slice my man. Ten grand. Ill throw in another five grand for you if Kim takes all my calls and sucks all my dicks for the next month... Deal?'

From my pocket i produce a fat little roll of bills, another five thousand dollars to wave in front of Doms face...  

--Last edited by Rosa Maria Vasquez on 2008-12-16 12:06:10 --