25: [Action] Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap

[dashboardlite]

It ain't often that I get myself all gussied up in my gray glad rags, but today's a holiday.  For one, the bets I placed with my bookie on a couple of bangtails came through - few hundred greenbacks richer, and that's only the beginning.  It ain't often that I'm on the nut, 'cause work comes easy as long as somebody wants somebody else dead.

But I deserve the reward.

I light up another butt and inhale deeply.  It'll be a while before another butter and egg man swings by my usual joint, and I can't afford to fleece a john when the hallways are lousy with 'em.  Bunkoing some poor shmoe ain't on the to-do list.

...but a Jane with some nice pins might be.  The wallet's fat, and it's probably obvious by the stupid grin on my face.  The heat I'm packing is heavier, though, and not what you wanna mess with.

I might as well take a walk around the block and see what's what.



[[ooc; For those of you who have NO IDEA what he's saying, here is a convenient reference.]]

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[bone-genius.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: So, fellow Bones fan... Brennan's pretty much turned into Roxy (http://bones-daily.com/photos/albums/bones/s2caps/2x08%20The%20Woman%20In%20The%20Sand/0741.jpg) from "The Woman in the Sand", red dress and all. <3 ]

Oh, what a day. Chief Bhamba really does generate way too many notes for me to type up without breakin' my fingers, even after I lose all the ones with my Baby's name on it.

I'm tired of bein' cooped up in our big ol' penthouse all by myself, but it's still too early to go meet my Baby, so I'm just gonna take a walk. Maybe I'll bump into someone interestin'...

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I've got a gasper dangling from my lips, and though I ain't always inclined to things detrimental to my health - besides my job - I take a heavy drag and stare down the hallway. With all this time to kill and successful revenge under my belt, I'm feelin' pretty tops.

Tops enough to tip my lid to a pretty pair of gams in a red dress ankling daintily down the corridor.

"How ya doin'?"

[bone-genius.livejournal.com]

Interestin' certainly describes the gentleman before me, Mr. Winchester, but not in a good way. While he's always been polite to me, my baby says he's trouble. I do my best to smile pleasantly as I take comfort in the weight of the revolver in my handbag. Just in case...

I'm doin' pretty fair. How about yourself, Mister Winchester?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Dean Winchester? Trouble? Probably with a capital 'T'. I ain't about to say that, though, since I got a reputation to uphold. Any slick worth his salt knows that you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, and I'd never lay a hand on a dame.

"I'm pretty jake, doll. How's the pencil-pushin' job you got?"

[bone-genius.livejournal.com]

I gotta roll my eyes. It's BORIN' and I'm too smart for it.

It's okay, I guess. Not so excitin' but it's somethin' to do.

How about you? How's... ah... "business" treatin' ya?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I shrug.

"Business as usual. Dropped the pushin' product gig 'cause I ain't cut out for sales, even with all my charm." I grin and continue. "Go where the work takes me, now, for the right price."

You want a translation? It means I go out a twist necks for a living, plug sonsabitches full of lead. When the pay's good, of course.

[bone-genius.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know what that means. My baby's told me aaaallll about you... As has Chief Bhamba. It really is great to play both sides.

[She smirks and tosses her hair over she shoulder.]

So I've heard.

You gettin' plenty of work?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

"Comes and goes. The market fluctuates, y'know. Supply and demand."

There ain't been much demand recently, but I get by.

[bone-genius.livejournal.com]

Mmmmhmmmm. I'm sure it does. Especially when you don't work for the right people...

I bet.

Well, I better be headin' home. Have a good one, Dean.

[She begins to walk away.]