#howlingatstarz

[rexvortex]

@howlingatstarz answered this:

“Patient confidentiality, R, you know I’m good for it” Her voice was soft as she inspected the injured hand, gently spreading the discolored fingers. “Ice for the swellin, tape up some digits to keep it set since we both know settin you up with a splint is pointless since you’ll just yank it off. Low key brakin bones, huh?” Tala finally looked up, giving him a slow-growing smirk, “Was it worth it, hon?”

“Aaaactually,” Between the tears in his eyes, a natural reaction to the abuse of the joints, and his muttered ouch!-es, he somehow works in a retort. “Not really. It was stupid.” Still, he said it while matching her grin.

“You ever squeeze your hand into something it barely fit in the first place, but then realize you can’t get back out? It’s like physics decides, “yo, I’m changing on you, babe, and you just have to roll with it” all of a sudden. I was reaching between the grates at the Getaway, cuz I dropped some supplies between there accidentally, and so... Anyway I had this ring on, and I really did not want to lose it... I tugged, and I threw a fit, and I smoked a joint, I tried to unscrew the damn thing, but it was just not giving. Soooo...” Wiggles hand in question, bursting out with a sheepish laugh. “I gave that grate one hell of a stern talking to after, that’s for sure.”

[unlust]

Heya Sweet Pea~ How ya been?~

Oh, mamma mia! Tala, I sure am glad to see you! I’m goooood. How you doin’?

[rexvortex]

A boom of uproar and applause are accompanied by notes of sweat, cheap alcohol and the dry crunch of bills. The air is kept at a crisp 60 degrees, insulated by the cold concrete walls beneath the surface, where above the privileged feet of businessman walk, unaware of what lies below. Or, as Rex has espied earlier that night by the surplus of undone suits, ties, and kicked off heels, participating in the exchange of betting tickets. Nice. He was no stranger to the hype of extreme sports, but this wasn’t a usual hangout spot for him. Nicki’s company was a familiar comfort that took the edge off as they weaved through the crowd, passing the rabble of mixed reviews on the outcome of the match. A bloody participant was his main focus-- “Nicki’s fighter”, he was introduced as. That earned a smile. 

Athletic: check. If he’s willing to let people swing fists at him for some cash, chances are he’d take the day off for an easier job, right? The convincing part was uncomplicated, though faced with hesitancy about the no-violence bit. Simple set up: collect a package from the Starz’s elected official, it’s all wired up with tracking and sound feedback to assure fairness, and deliver it to a location while avoiding capture and/or loss of said package. This would be the first step to protecting them and theirs. With a nurturing corner in NYC’s drug market, the Starz needed more than just Rex’s natural charisma and eye for detail, and Tala’s healing hands to keep their numbers safe when things got heated. Corruption that the other established powers had due to the influence of illegal weapons was not in the cards for them. Whether or not he knows the depth of this decision, the nameless “Nicki’s fighter” agreeing to play this game means more to them, and Rex, than he could possibly fathom. 

They were to meet at an awful, 3 A.M., he’d say. Midtown Manhattan. Half pay up front, he’d say. When the two broke away from the MMA star just outside, he made the deal, and even sweetened it with the promise of a test run of Starz’s finest narcotics. His treat, his place, whenever he felt so inclined.

[spockitandlockit]

fundamentals

Uhura: Come over. I have a favor to ask of you.

An improper termination left this most recently received message in idle on the screen, delaying the swipe of begloved index. A massive list of contacts populated the monitor, but it becomes blank after selecting one under the name of 'Zavikau'-- codename by guise of a fabricated language from his favorite series. He murmurs a line indiscernible to his so endearing company beside him (rummaging through the medical contents of her duffle bag in spite), and like an awaiting cursor, a pinprick of blue begins to blink in the center of the handheld display terminal. His phone is pulled from view, determining the coordinates out loud.

   "They will be arriving soon." But bass drowns out every other soft spoken syllable, frazzling a sensitive confidence. So he stammers, looking around the spacious VIP room. He can honestly say this is the first time he's been a club. "And you are certain this is a good idea...?" Hopefully not the last.

[unlust]

So how's my favorite little delinquent doing~?

Aw gee, you’re makin’ me blush.

Y’know, though, for a Tuesday — I’m not doin’ half bad!  Last night’s fortune cookie told me I’d get lucky – and lo n’ behold, the hot dog cart guy even gave me extra relish.

[unlust]

8D Heya there, Sweet Pea~

Well – well, heya there, Tala! [/here’s a juvenile hoot; zhe’s happy to see ya’!]

Looks like somebody’s in a good mood, huh?  Momma always said I had one of those contagious smiles —. ~

[spockitandlockit]

Hello Matt, how have you been?

Tala…

    **the trekkie broke character and smiled**

I have been well. The mid-afternoons are quieter without a partner to get coffee with, but pleasant all the same.

[asura-hexx]

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