@thomas-faust || closed starter || jimmy
it hasn’t been nearly as difficult as jimmy had expected. in fact, as he steps foot in the den---a very interesting addition to a pretty run down looking bar---he wonders how much easier it could possibly get. there’s a part of him that asks i wonder if this is a trap; but if the fausts are familiar enough with him to set traps for him already? well, the fun is all over before it’s even begun. jimmy isn’t stupid. he understands that the risk now isn’t a few million dollars of someone else’s lost, but one very smart man once said something about having skin in the game.
he found himself drifting through the room, observing and most importantly: hunting. it doesn’t take long to spot the guy--and wow, for being a big man he’s a little... well, honestly, a little shrimpy. but jimmy’s met some goddamn ruthless little guys in his life, so he’s choosing not to assume. never assume anything about your subject unless you have plenty of evidence to back it up. first contact: establish self (confident, sure), establish connection (careful, heavy intent), validate ego (fascination, adoration).
‘ Whatever you do, just don’t be a dog claiming to be a wolf. ‘ now that was a powerful sentence right there.
“You ever get up there and throw a few punches?” he asks, holding his hand out for a shake. if there is one thing jimmy and his daddy could agree with, it’s that the way a man shakes your hand tells you just about everything you should know about them. it’s a science in its own right. if he’s got the man clocked correctly, he’s going to get a firm but brief handshake, followed by niceties that aren’t entirely disingenuous.
“Jimmy Bennett.”