It'll cost you...

The name's Jay, but you can call me Mr. Hardy. Not that it matters, since I don't particularly feel like talking to you. Come back when you have some money. And a mess you need to get out of. Tracked Tag: toojoeledforthis

[jaramydooley-blog]

hey who wants to hang with lil j

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

hey it’s big j here who wants to hang with me i’m the cooler j

i’m the ll cool j of j’s

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

misterramsey: 

A light and playful scoff left Geoff as he rolled his eyes dramatically and shook his head.  “My weird kinks aren’t gonna get you killed.  If anything, I can promise you that I would die long before you ever would just because my dick told me to do something stupid.”  The lazy half smirk easily formed behind his glass as he lifted it to his lips and eyed Joel from behind it.  He might’ve just been joking around, although they both knew that there was probably at least a sliver of truth that could be found in his words.  Maybe it wasn’t so true now that he was aging and scaling back from how out of control he used to be, but Joel had definitely seen him at his most reckless. 

His tongue pressed to his cheek and he shrugged a shoulder as blue eyes stared back into Joel’s browns.  “Nah,” Geoff drawled, motioning away from him with his drink in hand dismissively.  “Don’t bother feeling bad about it, the kid can take it.  He’s got a thicker skin than he lets on sometimes so I think he can take a little aggravation from our lawyer.”  Plus, he figured Joel had every right to be more than just a little annoyed with them for not keeping up with their end of the bargain.  It might’ve been a mistake, but Geoff didn’t want anyone getting any ideas that this could be a regular occurrence.  Just because they were less than professional behind closed doors together didn’t mean things weren’t business as usual when it came to his crew. 

“You’ll get it.  Might even get something extra if you’re lucky.  Strictly under the table so to speak, if you catch my drift.”  Geoff probably couldn’t’ve kept the stupid smirk off his lips if he’d tried, so he didn’t and shot it in Joel’s direction before polishing off the rest of his drink quickly.  He bent forward to set the glass down and when he leaned back, he easily nestled himself against the lawyer’s side and dragged their hands into his lap.  Tattooed fingers of his free hand traced over the back of his companion’s hand, allowing a comfortable silence to fall over them for a few moments before he finally turned to look at Joel again.  “Crazy as dicks idea, and this might be the booze talking, but hear me out.  Let’s go back to Liberty for a couple days.  Gets you out of the office and I’ll have the brats out of my hair.  It’ll be fun.”

"I'd hope they wouldn't get either of us killed, Ramsey. There's only so much I can do myself." In terms of their.... Well, whatever you'd call their relationship. They held back on titles and publicity, but Joel still enjoyed the man's company enough to not want him dying from something dumb. Wasn't a hard thing to do in Los Santos. He let out an amused scoff before tipping back another sip of his glass, less than a finger's worth of liquid remaining after he returned it to rest against his leg once more. He wasn't oblivious to the fact Gavin tended to play things up. They both shared a knack in acting, after all. "I like to think I keep the kid a perfect level of nervous when it comes to me and my businesses." Just for kicks though, really. He enjoyed seeing any member of the most crew squirming. "And you know I'm perfectly on board with having you under the table. Why that has to be an extra is beyond me though." he added nonchalantly. Wink, wink.

In a feat that would have been unheard of a few years back, the light show of affection given to Joel brought a proper little smile to his face in response. He didn’t shift either for a bit, merely taking the chance to enjoy their proximity before returning his unfinished glass to the table so he could relax an arm around Geoff instead while the other remained clasped nicely in Geoff’s. What a real wildcard it was for Joel to literally leave a drink unfinished because of someone else. Insanity. “You’re not just trying to take me on some nostalgia trip, are you? Because I like keeping my past where it belongs.”

[michaaeljones-blog]

{ @toojoeledforthis continued from x }

So maybe Michael had found himself in some shit, but it wasn’t his fucking fault okay. People in this city are such bitches- it’s not his problem they can’t do fuck all. And now because of that, he’s standing in a fucking police station with a busted lip looking like a complete asshole hunched over a dirty ass jail phone. 

He rolled his eyes with a scoff when he heard the way Heyman answered, fuckin’ dick. “Cut the crap, it’s Michael.” He grumbled, glancing around to give a violent pointed look at the piece of shit waiting to use the phone after him. Having the audacity to give him attitude- well, he turned around but not before he flipped the dickweed off. “This isn’t a housecall, I’m in some shit and I need bailing out.”

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

Well, that absolutely wasn’t out of the ordinary. He should’ve guessed it’d be one of the crew members in trouble, since that seemed to be what it was half the time. Although they’d been getting better of late... Ah, well. No streak can last forever. You know, maybe he should just save the number for the station with how often he’s called from it.

“If you’re going to keep sounding like a moody teenager, you’ll have to wait until I finish filing for me to come help.” he replied pointedly. The younger members of Geoff’s crew could sound so damn ungrateful some times and Joel wasn’t one for putting up with that shit; no matter how well he was paid for it. He leaned back a bit in his chair so he was sitting a little more comfortably before continuing. “Tell me what happened.”

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

incoming call from unknown number >

Not an uncommon thing for Joel to get calls from unknown numbers, working from home and all. The fact it was his cell instead of his landline was a little odd, but whatever. He was too busy with files to question it and just went right into business with the caller.

“Good afternoon. You’ve reached Jay Hardy, attorney at law.”

[misterramsey-blog]

A lazy grin sat proudly on the gent’s face as he was tugged down to sit beside Joel, his hand still resting in the other’s because he wasn’t really thinking about letting it go.  As casual as things were between them and as hardly affectionate as they typically appeared, there wasn’t anything wrong with a little bit of innocent hand holding, right?  At least that’s what Geoff tried to tell himself as he looked down at the tattooed hand intertwined with the lawyer’s, his gaze shifting over to the whiskey he swirled around in his glass.  

Raising the glass to his lips, Geoff nearly spat out the gulp of liquid he’d gone to drink over what Joel said next.  It was just funny that the man had gone and accused him of enjoying getting stabbed by him because really, it was obvious as dicks at this point.  He may not have actually enjoyed the fucking pain he was in during and after the event, but Joel bloodying his hands was something else and it’d led to the two of them spending more time together, so what was there to complain about?  “That’s basically what I’m saying, yeah.  I guess there’s just something about watching a rich old dude getting violent that gets my dick hard.  Sue me.”  Crooked smirk painted his lips and Geoff playfully squeezed Joel’s hand. 

“Or maybe I just have a thing about getting stabbed since you noticed I didn’t exactly deny that I might’ve enjoyed it.  Take that however you want, but my money’s on this –”  The gent paused to motion between them with the hand holding his drink.  “This probably wouldn’t be happening if you hadn’t.  Guess I probably should’ve let you stab me years ago when we were both in our prime.”  A snicker fell from his lips and he kicked his feet up on the table in front of them, sighing contently because what was there to really worry about for the time being?  Well, aside from the usual shit he always had on his mind.  At least he could somewhat push that to the back of his head while Joel was around to be a damn good distraction.  Speaking of – He should probably get something out of the way before he was too drunk to mention it.  “Gavin told you about the whole… money bullshit, right?” 

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

Y’know, even though Joel never really got all affectionate until he was super drunk; it wasn’t because he was against it or anything. He just wasn’t the kind of person who went out of his way to show his love. So when Geoff’s hand remained in his after they sat down, he didn’t try pull his hand away or anything. Just casually shifted it so he could entwine their fingers together properly; taking a small sip of his drink once he was satisfied with how they were connected. He was happy to sacrifice a free hand to keep hold of Geoff’s while they relaxed with their drinks.

"Yeah. Well, don’t expect to get your dick hard over that too often. I'm not built to be a fighter; I'm built to sit in the safety of my own home and drink away all my problems except alcoholism." he replied, a smirk on his own lips after saying it. “You’ll have to deal with getting your dick hard through more conventional ways than through watching an old guy fight. This might sound crazy, but I’m kind of starting to enjoy living too much to die because of your weird kinks.” It’s actually kind of true --- the “starting” bit. Not that he’s ever been unhappy with his life or anything like that, but since it’d all been pretty routine and work-oriented up until meeting Geoff in Liberty; it’d been less enjoying and more just living. He might not tell Geoff he loves him every three seconds or anything, but he definitely owed him a lot. 

“And he did. I feel kind of bad about acting more annoyed by it than I was, but I can’t help myself.” It wasn’t like Joel didn’t have enough money already to support himself after all (but that didn’t mean he didn’t like getting his money on time still). If it’d been any client outside of the crew then there’d be problems. But they’d earned him such a massive amount of his fortune and maybe he cared about them all in more than just a business sense too that if something happened and they couldn’t pay him for a while, it honestly didn’t bother him much at all. “If I get it eventually, I’m a happy man. But if Gavin asks, I’m still pissed off about having to wait. I have to keep a little intimidation over the kid.”

[misterramsey-blog]

“Well shit,” he started, already laughing as he took another sip and then set his glass down on the bar behind him.  “Keith Richards is loaded though, right?  You don’t see any complaints coming from me.”  It wasn’t like he even agreed; although Geoff didn’t necessarily need to say that Joel was probably way out of his league in looks alone.  Aside from that, the guy was smart and that really had the Boss wondering sometimes what the hell Joel was doing wasting his time with him.  The lawyer could’ve easily been married off by now, but from the time that they’d been using his services, it was clear that he was basically married to his work.  Luckily for Geoff, he’d somehow weaseled his way in to his personal life with the help of whiskey. 

Stepping a bit closer to Joel out of habit now, his lips pressed together into a thin line to look like he actually had to think about his answer.  Of course one of his favorite things was seeing him with blood on his hands because it was so fucking rare for the lawyer to have to get his hands dirty, but that didn’t mean that he exactly liked putting him in those situations.  Technically he wasn’t part of the crew which mean that he shouldn’t have to get his hands dirty.  Still – didn’t mean it wasn’t a sort of turn on.  

“Wouldn’t really say it’s so you could earn another paycheck since you’re probably one of the last people I know that needs any more money aside from myself, buuut…”  Turning, a tattooed hand moved to pluck Joel’s off the table and hold it in his own, his free hand picked his drink up again and then Geoff was tugging him over into the living room.  “Can’t say I love seeing my blood on your hands, but someone else’s?  Fuck yeah, dude.  Least it’s something to get you out of the office, right?” 

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

“So does that mean you’re only into me because I’m loaded? Since you’re not deterred by future wrinkly-leather-Keith-Richards-me, it has to be about money.” He knew it wasn’t what Geoff meant since y'know, he’s helped Joel keep up his wealth. But it was always fun to tease, especially for someone who usually acts pretty humorless like he does. “Well, I wouldn’t blame you if it was. You only got me in the first place because you could afford me.” Time, after time, after time… If he didn’t know Geoff was the big boss of a notorious gang, he’d be questioning how he managed to keep paying him after how many times Joel’s helped him or his crew!

The second Geoff grabbed his hand, he quickly readjusted his hold on the glass he held in the other so it wouldn’t slip out of his grip when they moved. And usually if their hands were connected it was because one was dragging the other. They’re both still way too sober for too much casual romancy shit yet.Not that alcohol makes them all that overly affectionate either — they’re pretty contained with their emotions.

He managed a quick swig of his drink before Geoff started tugging him along, swallowing it smoothly then letting out a snort over Geoff’s response. “So basically, the thing is you want me out at a fight club or something just as dangerous in my after-hours time; to get your dick hard? Is that what it is?” He dropped down onto the couch after reaching it, not letting go of Geoff’s hand as he does so so he can bring the other down to sit with him. Carefully though — he didn’t want priceless whiskey getting spilled! “First of all, my suits are way too valuable to get ruined by blood more often than they already have, and second — come on, you had to kind of enjoy getting stabbed by me. Right? Fueled enough of something in you to land you around here for more than just business and the occasional drink, at least.” In a way, it was sort of true that him stabbing Geoff got them to their current status. Not because it was sexually-fueled or anything, but just because Joel felt a bit bad about taking that route instead of something less-rash and made him put more effort into seeing Geoff than he had before. Which then became Geoff seeing him more often and one whiskey led to another and suddenly they’re stumbling down corridors making out on their way to the bedroom. No regrets from either party ever since. Further proof of what a perfect—well, whatever you wanna call them—they are.

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@toojoeledforthis​ // continued

[ txt; Hardy ]: Okay. So I can already tell you’re a little annoyed, but just know this isn’t my fault. [ txt; Hardy ]: If anything the pay is just slightly delayed.

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

[ txt; Free ]: A little annoyed? Not at all. [ txt; Free ]: A lot? You're getting there.

[ txt; Free ]: Just get me my money soon, or I'll be expecting interest. [ txt; Free ]: I don't do delays when it comes to payment.

[positivitypuff-deactivated20220]

toojoeledforthis:

[ Coughs that Joel 100% replied to all texts he received but I also wouldn’t put it past him to ignore one if he mad. ]

[ AHEM ]

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

[ I AM TOO OLD AND BLIND FOR THIS SHIT OKAY. ]

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

[ Coughs that Joel 100% replied to all texts he received but I also wouldn't put it past him to ignore one if he mad. ]

[misterramsey-blog]

Pulling two glasses out of a cupboard, Geoff screwed the cap off the bottle and began to pour their drinks before he was looking over at Joel with brows raised.  With the lack of proper work recently, he’d been a little more worried that his boys might’ve been raising a bit more hell than usual.  That was how it went; less jobs meant more time to fuck around and get into trouble, so it was surprising to hear that they’d been on better behavior than what he was used to.  Probably the calm before the storm, but the Boss was just relieved to hear that they weren’t the cause of his boyfriend’s frustrations. 

“Would’ve come in sooner if you called me.  Really didn’t have much going on today,” he mused, picking up both glasses so that he could hand one over to Joel.  Then with his now free hand, the gent reached up to ruffle the other’s hair a little more before he smoothed it back down.  “I could’ve come in and dealt with them myself.  Put a little bit of fear in them so maybe they’d show you some respect.”  Chuckling, he took a gulp from his glass and leaned back against the bar alongside Joel. 

Geoff could only imagine what sort of idiots came to the lawyer for his legal assistance aside from his own idiots, but he had to guess that most of the clientele wasn’t worth his time.  “Maybe I’ll send someone out so you can play hero and bail them out of trouble.  It’s been a while since you’ve had to get one of us out of jail.”  A tattooed hand moved to Joel’s side and pressed lightly over where a familiar scar rested on his own body.  

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

After accepting the drink from Geoff and rolling his eyes fondly at the hair ruffle, he gave him a moment to relax too before taking his first sip of his drink. Surprisingly enough, this drink was only gonna be his third of the day. Which for someone like Joel isn’t a common occurrence. Not because he was an alcoholic or anything (although to be fair, to live in a city like Los Santos you kind of have to be a bit of one) but because with the workload he always has, he needs a bit more than just a couple of glasses to stay relaxed enough to not tear his fucking hair out. But as much as he’s still gonna complain to Geoff, he’s been a lot less stressed out today than he is most days. Remind him to send out a gift basket to the rest of the crew for going easy on him while he wrapped up some of his other cases. He won’t do it, but the fact he keeps their boss happy has to count for more than a gift basket could.

“I meant more you should’ve gotten in with me earlier so you could’ve had be in my heyday instead of my old-and-graying-day, now that the stress of all the stupid people in this town is finally starting to show. Give me a year and you’ll be fucking a less-famous Keith Richards.” He brought the drink to his lips again with a chuckle, taking a good swig of it before switching hands so he could place the newly-freed one back onto the table behind Geoff’s back. “But god, I would pay to see you shake down some of my clients. Hell--- I’d shake them down myself if work wasn’t at stake. There are a lot of people here who just weren’t born for a Los Santos lifestyle.” If he wasn’t in with the FAHC, even he might’ve been struggling a little. Not much though since he’s a fucking amazing lawyer no matter what cases he’s working (plus there’s a lot of illegal shit going down here and as the best lawyer around business is always booming) but still a little! Definitely wouldn’t be quite as well-off as he is.

He turned his head to Geoff when the other made his suggestion for more work, his brow arching and a small smirk working its way back onto his lips. “You’d send one of your crew to jail just so I can earn myself another paycheck? Or would you be taking up the task again just because you love seeing me with blood on my hands?” He’s apologized enough for stabbing Geoff to make jokes about it nowadays. He just had to think of something in the heat of the moment and it seemed like a good idea! Worked though, didn’t it? And it wasn’t a serious injury either! Proves how good a lawyer he is, right?

[misterramsey-blog]

Joel’s hands drawing him back in was the reason for the smile that had crept its way onto his face.  Returning the kiss was all too easy and Geoff moved with the lawyer, tattooed hands moving to instead sit on his waist until they parted.  “Shit, you make a good point.  Better get you out of here before the temptation becomes too much to handle.”  An easy laugh then fell from his lips and he was using his grip on the other to start tugging him towards the door, but stopped to pick up the whiskey bottle he’d previously set down.  

It’d become close to second nature to act this way around Joel at this point.  Geoff was kind of blindsided by the whole thing at first – He’d always liked hanging out with Joel, having drinks with him during their off hours, but it took some doing to get him to realize that there was more than just the physical attraction there.  It took spending more time with him, getting just drunk enough to try something as stupid as kissing him, and the rest was history.

Bottle back in hand, his other arm wrapped around Joel’s waist while he continued to walk backwards blindly to pull Joel out of his office.  “I know how much you like work, but one of these days I’ll get you to like me more.”  The smug expression went along well with the cocky statement, but Geoff didn’t really mean it.  He knew how much work the lawyer put in for his crew and while they payed him better than anyone else in this city probably could, it wasn’t like they made things particularly easy for him either. 

He’d been able to drag Joel out of his office and only stumbled over his feet a couple times, but he made sure to press his mouth to the other’s jawline a few times before he was finally taking some steps away to grab them some proper glasses from the kitchen.  “What kinds of crap have my boys dragged you into now?  I’ve just gotta assume that’s what’s got you all busy.”

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

Geoff didn’t have to put much strength into tugging Joel to get him to follow --- he was already more than happy to get out of the office after spending the whole day in there. But he still enjoyed a bit of coaxing since it meant he got to have Geoff’s hands back on him again. No complaints from Joel there. Well, maybe a little over the sacrifice of one hand to grab the whiskey before they shifted rooms, but he’d let that slide. It’s alcohol; that’s practically the third member to this... Well, whatever you’d call their relationship since they’ve never actually discussed it in the technical sort of way.

“You know, if you keep bringing me nice whiskey and everything to keep work off my mind; maybe you’ll end up highest on my “things Joel likes” list. But I wouldn’t count on it.” Joel teased nonchalantly as they made their way steadily towards the kitchen, a light smirk of his own soon cracking the facade. Of course he preferred Geoff over work, even if his workaholic attitude made it a little less obvious than it would with most people. Hell, there’d even been several times he’d passed up relaxing with Geoff in favor of continuing what he was doing (which Geoff usually countered by turning up anyway and just lounging out on the couch in Joel’s office until he could seduce him away from it --- something Joel really appreciated, even if he didn’t say it out loud) but it wasn’t because he preferred working. It was just because it’s who he is! Up until he started getting close to Geoff, he was his work. It’s gonna take a while to fully ease out of that mentality.

As Geoff released him to grab the glasses, Joel turned and leaned his back against the breakfast bar; his hands coming to rest either side of himself against the surface. “Surprisingly? Your boys haven’t been too bad lately. Not that they aren’t still the most stressful thing in my life, but they’ve been a little less-stressful. Well--- there was the one burglary last week, but other than that it’s mainly been out-of-crew business making me tear my hair out.” He groans and lifts a hand again to drag through his own hair, shagging it a bit before returning it to the table. “Some clients are idiots and having to deal with them is aging me badly. You should’ve gotten in earlier.”

[misterramsey-blog]

Knowing that Joel was taking a night off for him meant that he probably shouldn’t be wasting any time.  It didn’t really matter that they spent most nights together, but it always ended in one or the other being completely occupied by something pertaining to work so Geoff should really be taking advantage of their crew and case-free night.  

Yet there he was, texting the guy rather than getting his ass in the car and driving himself over to the lawyer’s just because… well, he doesn’t really know why.  It could’ve been because things were starting to feel more serious between them – Because he doesn’t really know how to handle that.  Nothing was ever exactly said about whatever it was they were doing and honestly, it was probably better that way too.  Titles made things difficult, complicated, and as long as he knew how he felt about Joel that’s all that mattered, right? 

A tired, heavy sigh came from the gent and Geoff dropped his phone into his jacket pocket just so the temptation of continuing their conversation was eliminated.  He needed to kick his ass into gear if he was going to beat LS traffic, so after grabbing a bottle of their booze of choice for the night from his own personal liquor cabinet in his office, he was off and headed in the direction of Joel’s place.  

He parked in the driveway as per usual after arriving, knowing that they both would be settled in for the night, and let himself in through the front door.  “Traffic was bad as dicks.  It’s too bad a tank wouldn’t really navigate the Hills or else that definitely would’ve been vehicle of choice.”  A crooked smirk was already settled into place on Geoff’s lips as he sauntered into Joel’s own office.  Placing the bottle of whiskey down right on his desk before he was rounding it and placing a hand on Joel’s chin, he turned the lawyer’s face towards his own so he could give him a firm kiss.  “Tell me you’re done with your shit.”

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

It’s actually a good thing that Geoff stopped texting back when he did even though part of Joel was happy to keep talking as they were because he enjoyed texting Geoff --- it meant he could actually finish what he was working on before Geoff arrived. Not that what he was working on at the moment was really urgent or anything since it was mainly just going back over files to make sure he was still on top of everything, but Joel never enjoyed having to stop when he was in the middle of something to take care of something else (or in this case; relax). Do you know how easy it is to lose your place in what you’re doing when you’re suddenly distracted halfway through? Someone who loves being organised and ahead of workloads as much as Joel does hates having to return to half-done work when they were so well into the swing of things before stopping. It happened way more often than he liked too --- the perils of being the sole lawyer for one of the most infamous gangs in the city.

Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly, considering how good Joel is at what he does) he was only a couple of lines off finishing the file when the sound of a car pulling up outside rousted him from his work-fueled daze. If he hadn’t been expecting Geoff, he’d probably be preemptively annoyed over who it could be and just how frustrating they’d be to deal with. Instead? He actually smiled as he finished off quickly scanning the rest of the page, the expression remaining on his face up until he hides it a little when Geoff turns his head in for a kiss. They’ve been doing this shit for quite a while now, but he still wants to act a little less gay about it while he’s still sober. Not the kissing part, just the smiley, happy, how-is-this-the-same-guy-who-always-just-seems-really-annoyed part. That comes with alcohol.

“You think I can keep working? Now I’ve got whiskey and you?” He absently flicked the cover back over the file he’d been working on before properly swiveling in his chair and placing both hands to Geoff’s cheeks to tug him back down for another kiss; holding them together for long enough to stand himself up fully before separating their lips again so he’s able to speak. “We should still get out of this room though. You know I can’t hold back around unfinished work for long.”

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

[ text; Hardy ]: Would you be upset if I said that your most recent payment got lost somewhere in transfer through Liberty?

[ txt; Free ]: I mean[ txt; Free ]: If you consider the person I am and the things I like, do you think I’d be upset about not getting paid?

[misterramsey-blog]

[ text: man ] i’m not afraid to offer up favors in lieu of going bankrupt.  last thing i need is to be homeless and sleeping in my adder.  can’t fit dicks in that thing. [ text: man ] you know what i mean.  i hardly even think my own crew knows, so i guess no one would really even be able to use that against you..  and as dumb as most of these assholes can be, they’re not so stupid to throw their best chance at not going to jail just to get to me. [ text: man ] my two favorite things, so what’s there to be in a mood about?  i’m gonna swing by a liquor store on my way and then i’ll be there in 20 or 30 depending on traffic.

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

[ txt; Ramsey ]: You think I’d ever let that happen? I love my solitude but if something massive went down that left you without a house, I wouldn’t let you live out of your car.  [ txt; Ramsey ]: Not that I’d be against favors to prevent bankruptcy or anything still. Always happy for those. [ txt; Ramsey ]: Should your crew know? Not that I think they’ll use the knowledge for ill reasons or anything, but it’s just... Simpler without being public about it. If one of them found out by themselves I wouldn’t care, but you can’t deny it’s easier just getting to be us without everyone knowing. And safer since nobody else can play the card on us if they were compromised. Not that I think any of your crew would do that, but it’s still an idea that’s there. [ txt; Ramsey ]: Fuck the traffic. It’s not like a little reckless driving’ll be enough to land you in jail with me around. [ txt; Ramsey ]: I’m kidding. Please don’t get too reckless. I’m giving up a night of working to spend time with you, which kind of won’t be easy if you get hurt.

[misterramsey-blog]

[ text: man ] kind of ironic, right?  you’re gonna fucking bleed me dry at this point if they keep this shit up. [ text: man ] i’m almost surprised no one’s come for you yet.  as much as i hate to say it, i mean.  i know we’re pretty hush hush about everything, but you’d think someone would’ve found out by now.  maybe tried something. [ text: man ] and now i put myself in a bad mood so i’m gonna forget i even thought about that

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

[ txt; Ramsey ]: If they get back into one of those hell periods again where they’re constantly getting charged with things, I’m sure we could work out something to cover most of the charge without throwing you into debt. I couldn’t let that happen to my best man. [ txt; Ramsey ]: I like to think I’m more than just “hush hush” about us. And since I’m the best goddamn lawyer in this city, anyone who could prove a threat to me are already clients of mine. Wouldn’t be smart on their part to risk their freedom to maybe get something out of me.  [ txt; Ramsey ]: So don’t get hung up on the idea. You’ll have good alcohol and me soon enough, and if that doesn’t put you right back in a good mood then I kind of think I’m failing my job as your partner.

[misterramsey-blog]

[ text: man ] i’ve got you covered.  at least i can keep a handle on my leaches.  not so sure about all the rest you’ve got cases for. [ text: man ] i’d keep the doors locked just because this is fucking los santos.  wouldn’t keep a door unlocked even in the safest parts of the city. [ text: man ] but getting you happy and relaxed is my specialty, yeah?  maybe i’ll even spoil you and bring a bottle of your favorite whiskey with me just to sweeten the deal.

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

[ txt; Ramsey ]: Unsurprisingly, I seem to get my biggest leaches from your crew. Which I don’t mind since they’re probably my main source of income these days. [ txt; Ramsey ]: Well I mean, of course it’s always locked for that reason alone. I may be in the hills so I’m safer here than mid-town, but with how well I know most gangs in this town I’m not interested in unwanted visits. [ txt; Ramsey ]: You see? This is why I need you. You always do your best to keep me drunk and happy.

[misterramsey-blog]

[ text: man ] that’s one way of putting it. [ text: man ] honestly i think a huge reason for the lack of midnight visitors is because the guys might be a little afraid of you.  you could pretty much hold their freedom over their heads if you wanted. [ text: man ] that and i might have threatened them a little bit.

[toojoeledforthis-blog]

[ txt; Ramsey ]: You did? Well, I’m glad I have you by my side to keep the leeches off my lawn outside of business hours. [ txt; Ramsey ]: If they fear me twice as hard through threatening, I’m sure we’re in for a cosy, private night.  [ txt; Ramsey ]: I’m still keeping all the doors locked. Not that I don’t trust your word, I just like being safe instead of sorry. The safer I am, the happier and more relaxed I’ll stay.