Loc: Theo’s Loft
Who: @jxsperlee
He had finished off another pill, he couldn’t quite remember if he had taken one in the last four hours or not, he didn’t truly care at all. He had pain still, so all that mattered to him was to get rid of it. With Sera in the hospital, it meant Theo needed to take a more proactive role in their plans. She could still move product as needed and he knew that, but he wanted to get something of his own to make sure that he could place it where they needed with his old friend. It wouldn’t be that difficult and he knew that despite everything, his loft wasn’t at risk of raid at this point in time. He had placed a few calls, getting out feelers within the organization before he found someone that could get him the amount of product that he needed for his plans.
Now here he was, standing on his balcony, overlooking his pool. His cat was meandering around the balcony, batting a large ball around that Theo had gotten it months ago, surprisingly it only had partial tear damage despite the huge animal's abuse of it. One finger held a dangling cigarette, burning in the night sky. He heard the ding of his call button, pulling his phone out to glance down at the man in the camera. The app was quick to call it up, looking at the man in his parking garage. He didn’t know him, though he had seen him around before, Jasper. It was who he expected to be here tonight. He hated the idea of having these chemicals and bullshit in his home, but it needed to be done.
He buzzed the other in, speaking into the voice comm, “Come up. The door is unlocked, fifteenth floor.” He finished off his cigarette before shoving it into the plant at the side of his door, pushing the large glass door open to let Poseidon in first, the large cat immediately dashing through the open door. Theo was dressed down for once, wearing only a pair of black tight slacks and a white t-shirt, shoes only a pair of black slippers, about as dressed down as Theo got outside of going swimming or the bedroom. He knew Jasper would be up quickly, but he didn’t care. His cast hung at his side as he finished walking into the large open floorplan living room. He walked to his couch, taking a seat, as he leaned forward to one-handed begin pouring himself a glass of whiskey, a briefcase of a few thousand dollars sat on his table before him as he waited for the other man to join him.
