easy come, easy go || gil&&crys
Busy busy busy. Thatâs things always were at The Blood Lounge. There were slower days, but never slow ones, and Gil was in the middle of his daily routine check as well, managing things in the lounge as well as some underground dealings that required a loaned space in his basements.Â
He was dressed in his suit - no ties - crisp fitting shirt peaking out of his buttoned blazer, the classic attire he had for work. The male just had a slight trim a few days earlier, and he gelled his hair up, revealing his forehead, the rest rucked behind his ears. Neat, thatâs how he expected the things to run in the lounge - his lounge. Prevention is always better then cure, and his solution to little hiccups is making sure that there were no room to make them.
âHow about those supplies,â he asked off-offhandedly, as if mentioning some new stock on wine glasses or the next carton of quality wine. His eyes scanned the printed documents, checking the arrival date of the next shipment, fingers tapping along the numbers and downwards. But there was only one thing that heâll ask in such a manner, and the accounts knew it.Â
âWeâre running a little short due to the influx of new staff. It should be enough to last.â The chain of numbers following suit had Gil pursing his lips - he had no idea who these newbies in the gang were, but the fact that theyâre using up the drugs at an increasing rate for the last few months had been a problem. He hadnât seen any increase in the number of girls to his lounge either - someone might just be taking something they shouldnât. Gil nodded, dismissing the man - itâs something heâll discuss with Eunhye later.Â
Gil stacked the papers together, ready to store them away when the phone rang, informing him of a transferred call. âHello, this is Gil, the lounge manager speaking,â he pushed the files away, knowing that it was probably something important, âhow can I be of service?â
as she was waiting to be transferred to the lounge manager - Gil, if she remembered correctly - crys considered her options. of course, all sheâd be willing to do in the course of a phone call of questionable security is to ask for a meeting, in person. after all, it wouldnât do for any of her competitors to catch a rumor that the Diamonds were crippled for a week or something as nonsensical as that ( the ever present threat of the knpa a given ). protecting their corners was already annoying and she didnât need to give the vultures any motivation. in this way the path the phone call would take had already been laid out - absolute - so she turned her mind towards possible solutions. itâd be better to try and lay out the possibilities while her mind was still fresh upon the problem and adrenaline was still coursing through her veins as she dealt with the crisis at hand. unfortunately, her thoughts were cut short by the sound of someone picking up the phone, and a voice, grainy through the filter of the telephone, spoke into her ear. breathing slightly through her nose, she settled into the ridge of her desk before answering, âHello. This is Crystal. If you wouldnât mind, Iâd like to meet in person as soon as possible - there is a rather pressing matter I need to discuss with you.â as she spoke, her voice took on a hard edge, signifying that this wasnât a request as her polite words implied; pausing for but a moment, she continued, âyou may decide the location.â she has long since learned that in all situations it is advisable to frame your words as though you were the one in power - and that eventually you would be handed what your words had painted. especially in cases where her side is the one who had done wrong or made a mistake - under no circumstances is she ever willing to voice a proper apology, for that leads too quickly to owing debts. after all, to get others to do whatâs good for diamonds does sometimes mean inconveniencing the other party and itâs hard to ask for favors from a position of inferiority - something she cannot tolerate.Â
