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❝'Ey! You can’t just waltz into my apartment whenever you feel like it. What’re you doin’ here?❞
“That sorta depends on how much you pay, and uh. Well, you know, what I’m doin’, I’d like to know if I should bring a gun or not.”
❝Payment will be discussed after the job is completed; a direct reflection on whether I think you did well, or not. After all, I hardly know you -- can I trust you?❞
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“What the hell–?!”
Michael had been bumped into. He stumbled forward violently, spilling his coffee on himself and getting it all over his dress shirt like a slob. The burning against his chest was almost enough to quell his anger; the woman would have to still deal with the expletives that poured out of his mouth like a waterfall.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing, running into me like that?! Are you in that much of a fuckin’ rush to your fuckin’ stupid-ass job? I’m an old man, a producer– hell, I’m retired! Have some fuckin’ god-damned respect, you bratty-ass kid!”
Michael panted after his rant, eyes narrowed in a look of barely-contained anger.
❝Kid----❞ A mock look of surprise crossed Julia’s face, though it was soon followed up by a smirk. It was clear the male was particularly angered by the accidental clash and, usually, Julia would apologise to the elderly, but the man’s anger only fuelled her desire to anger him further. ❝I will take that as a compliment. Thank you.❞
A grin followed the brunette’s words as she glanced over the fresh coffee stain covering the stranger’s front. That must be painful -- looks hot, too. Although, Julia can’t be sure that the faint steam rising from his shirt was from the coffee and not that his pure rage had him literally boiling. Nonetheless, her gaze raised again to meet him in the eye, ❝That’s not a good look. I’d suggest you change.❞
Christ, Los Santos was a shithole.
Were he not talent scouting ( for lack of a better term ) he wouldn’t have spent time that he could’ve put towards his empire flying all the way across the country.
Or maybe, just maybe, he knew he needed time away. He’d never admit that or even acknowledge it, having thrown himself so deeply into the business, but subconsciously he knew that a break from the constant violence ( which he didn’t mind, granted ) and life threatening situations was necessary.
So where did he wind up?
Drinking, of course! Drowning himself in shot after shot of whiskey, he barely even registered somebody behind him.
“I’m busy.” Getting wasted was grueling work, see.
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❝Sure seems like it.❞ Julia drawls her response, dainty fingers intercepting the male’s following shot as she takes it for herself. The amber liquid glides with ease down her throat, leaving only a slight burn in the back of her throat; but nothing she wasn’t used to. It had been a long day, to say the least. The last thing she needed was some asshole throwing his weight around.
❝You’re in my spot.❞ She spoke with the same steady tone as she set the now empty shot glass on the bar, gesturing the tender for another. After any hard day -- or any day, to be honest -- this is always where Julia ends up, sitting at the bar and metaphorically washing the blood of her hands. Same spot. Same drink. Same time.
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“You the one I been waitin’ on? About the job opportunity, I mean.”
❝That all depends ---- Are you still interested in the job?❞
“I don’t ever recall promising you any fuckin’ money, bitch. You must have the wrong fuckin’ man.”
❝So, you’re telling me there’s another Jimmy De Santa at this address who owes me money?❞
i lied when i said i would get to replies on sunday. i drank a lot at the meal and didn’t drink anything that wasn’t alcoholic, so i was mildly hungover yesterday to say the least. now i will write things. also like this for a small thing?
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Apologies for not getting to replies yesterday! After spending the day shopping, I was way too tired to form coherent sentences. I’m heading out for a birthday dinner soon so, providing I haven’t fallen into a food coma, I’ll get to what I owe tonight! If anyone wants to write or plot something, though, hit me up!
❝you said it would be an easy job. i’ve spent the last hour trying to lose the entire LSPD workforce.❞
❝ —- cut the crap. You said you’d have my money by today. I just want to know where it is.❞
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❝Is that vodka?❞ ❝Yeah.❞ ❝Are you Russian?❞ ❝Yeah.❞ i. ii. iii. iv.
❝you said it would be an easy job. i’ve spent the last hour trying to lose the entire LSPD workforce.❞
❝ ---- cut the crap. You said you’d have my money by today. I just want to know where it is.❞
I’m not the type of person to post greeters for everyone that follows me, but I will get a short open out soon. So, please, don’t be afraid to respond. Also, it would be super fantastic if anyone’s interesting in having a pre-established relationship (good, or bad) with Julia. So hit me up with a message if you want.