:: Durden laughs heartily and toasts to his new partner in crime ::
"A heist! HA!. How Guy Ritchie of you. I got some boys that pull this shit off all the time. Heroine Bob's a good driver and helluva mechanic. I got all the connections ya need for the rest. Got boys with security and arms expertise. We'll set it al up. You got a target?
Wait...I think I can kill two birds here. I have some locations. Giovanni been movin in. They got money to spare..."
:: Durden turns to Jake ::
"Might wanna close them precious, lawabbidin ears of yours. Or hell, drive the damn car!"
"First things first, I have a couple targets lined up. If we go after Sangiovanni assets, we're looking at retribution and we'll have to dust a few vampires and we could put mortals on ice without hesitation. I can start doing the ground work for a second heist later. I'm fairly used to working solo, at most I would want one or two guys to go in with me. I'm not looking at a small amount of money, so the laundering needs to be first rate. So, I'd like to hear more about a Giovanni hit, and you said they're moving into town? Are you sure you just want to steal their money? Who's their clan head over there?"
::Jake turns back momentarily before leaveing the backroom::
"Now Durden, I've never had anything against you or your business, legitament or otherwise. It's more that I just came to say hello and don't want to interupt your business. Don't worry you know I'll come back, this is still one of my favorite clubs."
::Turning to Mr. French::
"Not to distract you from your fun but seeking a ligitmate bankroll really would be my first choice in the matter. Good night to you both."
"Now Durden, I've never had anything against you or your business, legitament or otherwise. It's more that I just came to say hello and don't want to interupt your business. Don't worry you know I'll come back, this is still one of my favorite clubs."
::Turning to Mr. French::
"Not to distract you from your fun but seeking a ligitmate bankroll really would be my first choice in the matter. Good night to you both."
::shrugs::
"Even so, I should be going. I don't want to take up too much of your time. I'm chasing down a lead on a decent job, if the opportunity strikes I'll go ahead and do the job. I'll be in touch soon. If you need me for any reason, like say, if you get wind of another job worth doing, or desire my assistance or counsel for any reason, don't hesitate to call."
::Mr French finishes his beer and hands Durden a plain white business card that simply reads 'Mr. French', and his cell phone number.::
**In the absence of further discussion, Mr. French makes a polite exit, otherwise he remains.**
"Even so, I should be going. I don't want to take up too much of your time. I'm chasing down a lead on a decent job, if the opportunity strikes I'll go ahead and do the job. I'll be in touch soon. If you need me for any reason, like say, if you get wind of another job worth doing, or desire my assistance or counsel for any reason, don't hesitate to call."
::Mr French finishes his beer and hands Durden a plain white business card that simply reads 'Mr. French', and his cell phone number.::
**In the absence of further discussion, Mr. French makes a polite exit, otherwise he remains.**
:: Durden takes the card and thanks Mr French ::
"Yeah I'll get things together. I got a spot or two of interest. They're still workin their way in to the legit side. Got a hotel and cleaners so far. I know those aren't the cream, but you gotta start somewhere. And if yer lookin to stay in this type of business, we gotta nip this shit in the bud before they really sink in their claws. I know of an underground casino that's bound to have some cash on hand. I need to ask around first, but I think we can manage it. I'll have my people call your people..."
:: Durden see the man out and goes about his business ::
"Yeah I'll get things together. I got a spot or two of interest. They're still workin their way in to the legit side. Got a hotel and cleaners so far. I know those aren't the cream, but you gotta start somewhere. And if yer lookin to stay in this type of business, we gotta nip this shit in the bud before they really sink in their claws. I know of an underground casino that's bound to have some cash on hand. I need to ask around first, but I think we can manage it. I'll have my people call your people..."
:: Durden see the man out and goes about his business ::
(Durden is an outspoken Carthian)
"I'm sure we all know about the Giovanni by now. Yeah, they are puttin some pressure on my clan's businesses. Tony's feelin the crunch just the same as me. A lot of small time stuff with a few up and comin projects. Funny you come askin. I got a guy that is lookin to relieve those guys of some of that cash they're rakin in. I know you have tried to keep on the up and up, but you're guys have always proved their worth gettin in where they're not supposed to. I got locations, names, and contacts near 'em.
But why are you so interested?"
"I'm sure we all know about the Giovanni by now. Yeah, they are puttin some pressure on my clan's businesses. Tony's feelin the crunch just the same as me. A lot of small time stuff with a few up and comin projects. Funny you come askin. I got a guy that is lookin to relieve those guys of some of that cash they're rakin in. I know you have tried to keep on the up and up, but you're guys have always proved their worth gettin in where they're not supposed to. I got locations, names, and contacts near 'em.
But why are you so interested?"
(skipping nick for now, you two can talk when he comes back. this stuff happens after he is gone)
::Tony, primogen of the Daeva, walks into the bar. There is a swagger to his step, and he has two of his boys behind him. All of them are dressed in classy pinstripe suits, and nice shoes that it would be tragic to scuff...
Durden is standing at the counter, yelling at Tina, when they come in. it's a bit after close. All but the drunk mortals are gone, while several kindred from varios clans sit around and feed on them. Tony cracks his knuckles, and adjusts one of his many rings.::
"You and me... We needs ta have a talk. There's been too much of you on my streets. You aren't givin' respect. And I don't like it."
::Tony, primogen of the Daeva, walks into the bar. There is a swagger to his step, and he has two of his boys behind him. All of them are dressed in classy pinstripe suits, and nice shoes that it would be tragic to scuff...
Durden is standing at the counter, yelling at Tina, when they come in. it's a bit after close. All but the drunk mortals are gone, while several kindred from varios clans sit around and feed on them. Tony cracks his knuckles, and adjusts one of his many rings.::
"You and me... We needs ta have a talk. There's been too much of you on my streets. You aren't givin' respect. And I don't like it."
Threading the Gerbil since 1982
:: Durden finishes off a beer and throws the bottle at the feet of one of Tony's goons ::
"Shit Tony. These have been my streets for some time now. The way I see it, I've done more for this clan in the past couple of years than you've done since someone died and made you primogen. This is bad for my reputation here ya know. What would people say if they knew I was letting washed-up old fucks in here?"
"Shit Tony. These have been my streets for some time now. The way I see it, I've done more for this clan in the past couple of years than you've done since someone died and made you primogen. This is bad for my reputation here ya know. What would people say if they knew I was letting washed-up old fucks in here?"