| Armed And Dangerous |
[06 Nov 2007|10:44pm] |
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[[Non Journal Entry]]
“So you got twin Berettas ‘cause I know how much you love that shit,” Sam drawled as he cocked his head at Joseph’s impressive array of weaponry. “Couple knives, sharp like the day they’d been made. You also got yourself two 9mm pistols and of course, boxes of ammo for the guns.” He snorted and spoke around a mouthful of that strawberry flavoured gun he loved so much. “Hell, why don’t I throw in a couple grenades and we can call it an even split?”
Joseph merely cocked an eyebrow.
“Okay, okay…” Sam muttered, holding both hands up in surrender. “I was just kiddin’. Geez, way to take it seriously.” He sniffed and eyed the weapons again. “You going off to war or somethin’ like that? Awful lot of firepower here for one guy.”
Joseph slid a bundle of money out and wiggled it under Sam’s nose as he stepped behind and around the other man. “Think this ought to be enough to cover expenses and keep that loose lip of yours zipped shut?”
Sam snatched it from Joseph’s hand lightning quick and took his time with counting the notes, feeling the textures under his callused fingers. “Mmm, yeah. Definitely.”
“Told you I’d pay what was owed,” Joseph muttered. He reached out to trail his fingertips over the cool metal of a Beretta, caressing it in the same way he had lovers in his past. “We good?”
Sam nodded and grinned toothily at Joseph. “We’re good, man. All good.”
Joseph lifted a bag, resting it across the hood of Sam’s car and split it open, filling the depth with the guns and everything else. “Glad to hear it.” He zipped the bag up and then reached out a hand. “Nice doing business with you, like always.”
Sam reached out to clasp Joseph’s hand in his own before drawing him into a hug. “Yeah, man. You too.” He patted Joseph’s back before pulling away. “It’s good having you back.”
Joseph chuckled and smiled. “Yeah, it’s good to be back.” He slung the bag over his shoulder and clasped Sam’s shoulder before wandering in the direction of his car. He had weapons and now for the hard part: finding the kid.
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