People were probably getting irritated now, as a man in a coat, and a hoodie under the coat, with big sunglasses, and a ballcap, cut through the line. He passed out complimentary club drugs as compensation, with varying effectiveness. The people needed him in Mindset, and they could afford to be cut in front of by one man!
Oleander passed the bouncer a complimentary pill as he entered Mindset. He lowered his sunglasses so he could make eye contact with the bouncer, and flashed him a dirty—like, actually unclean—smile and headed on in. "Keep doing a great job, Mendleson!" he said jovially, slipping into the club.
Tonight was a great night for sales. A brand new club meant brand new clubbers, clubbers who felt like they needed to go all-out on their first night. Oleander respected that wish; it kept money flowing through the economy. His trade helped keep Neptune alive!
He ordered a stiff vodka—it gave you an edge because people thought that your more powerful drink indicated experience clubbing—and checked his coat. Fully stocked on vials, pills, patches, and syringes, good. Now to wait and see who was coming in, wait to see who wanted what. Words of desire and auras floated weakly over people's heads, trace drugs in Oleander's bloodstream awakening his Technoshamanism.
Precipice had taken something from the rather enthusiastic dealer who had crassly cut her in line, a stimulant known by the nickname of Four Eyes. She always made sure to have some of that stimulant to spare, since it was the source of her sole unique ability. While she hated the rush it brought her, the focus always helped when push came to shove. Oh, whoops. The line had moved while she had been reflecting. It was her turn. Precipice drew up and flashed an old card at the bouncer. Dancing Queen. There was no club that wouldn't let that name in. Even if it had been years since DQ had made magic on the floor.
She passed on without incident, took her usual spot leaning against a lonely wall overlooking the club floor. The music was loud and annoying. There was supposedly a fight to be occurring tonight. The usual, Precipice reflected. She sighed and began to stare at the carpet, counting shapes.
"Why, hello there Oleander" said a soft and sensual voice right at his side.
Sitting in the bar was the lovely Angel, sipping from a colorful drink in a tall crystal cup. Tonight she was wearing a decidedly French themed outfit, beret and everything. Resting her chin on the back of one of the delicate hands she looked at the dealer with a single eye since the other was hidden beneath her long blond curls.
"Business, as usual?" she asked the man with small smile on her lips.
Kätzchen wants to shoot the DJ. Then again, the night is young. He may redeem himself.
He takes out his notebook and pencil, lights up a cigarette, closes his eyes, and tries to wrap his head around the music. It reminds him of dissecting that fetal pig in AP Bio. You just have to get past the nastiness. So what is analyzing good music like? Splitting open a cream puff? He never knows how to explain it to anyone.
Even though Kätzchen hates the music, he thinks he can find meaning in it. It'll just take time. He takes a puff on the cigarette and scribbles some notes as he watches the dance floor in front of him. No talent tonight, apparently.
edited 19th Feb '12 4:36:42 PM by SnowyFoxes
The last battle's curtains will open on stage!It took Zack way longer than it should have to get into the club.
He probably had to yell that he was delivering a package for the owner like 20 times. When he finally got it, the music stopped him dead in his tracks. It kind of sucked. The pretty lights, and half-dressed neon wearing young girls didn't make it much better. He could see an odd DJ with a TV on his head acting obnoxiously. He hated people like that.
He now had to start trekking through all the people, trying to make his way to the bar to ask where to deliver the package. It was pretty obvious he didn't belong.
edited 19th Feb '12 5:14:25 PM by Saturn
Oleander nodded, sipping his drink slowly, eyeing her desires. Not a euphemism, he was actually staring above her head, eyeing what she wanted, trying to formulate a business pitch and appropriate product; she was, as always, difficult to read.
"Business as usual. Just downing a little liquid courage." Oleander said, sliding down his sunglasses to make eye contact. Honestly, he only wore the things so people could feel special when he actually lowered the glasses to look at them. "I literally just arrived here; it's a nice place, I see many things in this bar's future! So, what's your poison tonight? You here for a good narcotic? Depressant? Stimulant? Accelerant? Hallucinogen? Pick-me-up? Just want some alcohol? I can spike it with something that'll heighten your system's processing power, basically counteract any roofies you might get slipped tonight. A pretty lady like you wouldn't want to get exploited or anything."
"Hmm that last one seems like just the thing for tonight, Oleander. Though I'll also need a good amount of number two, three and five to take back home" said Angel as she lightly spun the cup on her hand "You know how upset my fairy gets if she doesn't get to taste her ambrosia regularly"
It was then when her keen eyes first caught sight of a cute young delivery boy headed straight their way "Why, hello there. You're new around here, aren't you?"
Oleander nodded, grinned, and reached into his coat. He held up a pair of syringes, a packet of pills, and three patches. "Now, just hand over the money—standard rates—and you'll have all this for tonight. The red syringe is a depressant, the blue syringe is the stimulant, the pills are the anti-roofies, and the patches are hallucinogens. They're stronger than your usual fare, and you know how I love to take care of my customers, so I gotta warn you not to hit all these at once."
Oleander followed Angel's gaze to the deliveryman. He watched Angel out of the corner of his eye. A sale formed in his mind; the kid was new, or at least Oleander didn't remember him. "Call him over, would you? I figure he'll want a good time too. After you hand over the cash, that is."
George was leaning against the wall, eyes scanning the crowd. His gaze quickly fell upon the teenager awkwardly trying to navigate the crowd, carrying some large box with him.
Slowly, George swirled around the tumbler of scotch in his hand. After studying the kid for a couple seconds, he walked over to greet him.
"Hey," he said, smiling and clapping a hand on Zack's shoulder. "You look lost, man. Are you looking for someone?"
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka fics"Olly, Olly, Olly, Olly!" Angel said, putting her hands on the man's cheeks and rubbing them softly as she leaned closer to look him in the eyes "All business and so serious... You're treating me like some kid who's planning on stealing his dad's TV to get his fix. Have I ever tried to cheat you out of your hard earned money? You'll get your payment and a little extra for being such a dear, but a lady never likes a man waving the bill at her face"
"As for the boy... well getting his attention shouldn't be too hard" said Angel, turning over to glance at the delivery boy with her one exposed eye, crossing her legs in the process.
edited 21st Feb '12 11:11:53 AM by daltar
Oleander leaned back slightly, quickly suppressing a blush. "It's not you, miss, of course. Just my policy, is all. And bill collection is such a dreadful procedure, I prefer to get paid up front. It cuts down on burned bridges and paper trails, both things we dealers want to minimize. I'm not asking for up front payment because I distrust you, I ask for upfront payment because I care about you. I want to keep you safe from the RATs." Oleander smiled warmly and set the pile of paraphernalia on the table, palm over it. He scrutinized her aura some more, flipped through some surface thoughts, then turned to the kid. Oleander was immediately relieved to learn he was much easier to read: the boy was under moderate duress, and more than anything wanted to leave. He also had the stock teenage boy desires Oleandet himself rembered having. The beautiful woman beside him could help him leverage it. Hey kid, drugs make the pretty ladies want you! You know you want that! Oh, boy, he could see it all now.
"Tell ya what. I'll pass these off to you now, paying later at a discount, if you help get me a sale with the boy over there." Oleander said to Angel.
Zack felt a hand on his shoulder and immediately jumped back a bit, almost dropping the important package. "Uh...no no thanks, I'm fine." He turned and noticed him being called over by a very beautiful woman, crossing her exposed legs. He was a bit nervous to talk to her, noticing the scruffy dirty man next to her, but he needed to find where to take this thing. He walked over to Angel.
"Um...I was just...wondering if you could help me find where to take this package...T-To the owner."
"Well, I would recommend you ask the bartender," Oleander recommended with a smile and a wink, sliding his sunglasses up.
Step One: Produce a situation in which the mark is interested in the beautiful/desirable assistant, who is herself interested in The Product.
"Oh, and Angel, here's the stuff, I know how much you love it!" Oleander slid the drugs across the bar towards Angel, leaning towards her as he did so, while also turning back to the deliveryboy. "Angel here loves all these new, ah... Products, that I've been selling! Loves the products, loves to party with other fans of the products! I'm Oleander, it's wonderful to meet you!" Oleander once again shifted in his seat, back towards Zack. "I'd offer to shake your hand, but that box looks awfully heavy!"
Angel nearly rolled her eyes at her supplier's rather obvious, to her, sales pitch... though she was thankful about getting her product without any more fuss. She shoved the merchandise into her purse without any further ado, before focusing her gaze on the new meat.
"Oh certainly, dear. Name is Angel, or at least that's what people I like call me. Lend me just a moment to call someone over to help" said Angel, lifting her hand to call over the nearest bartender or if she caught sight of him, the owner of the establishment.
The bartender grinned at Angel, shuffling over to her like he was her pet. He said he'd take the package from the boy and hold it under the table for the boss.
Zack sighed. "Thanks...It's really important that gets to where it has to." Zack really wanted to get out there as soon as possible. But something about Angel was...keeping him there. He didn't like it.
Another guy seemed to be trying to get Oleander's attention. He was pretty big and tough-looking.
edited 25th Feb '12 8:52:26 PM by Saturn
Oleander turned and raised an eyebrow, smiling. "Hey there sir. Can I help you? I assume you know my trade?"
The big scary guy was either one of two things: a runner for a richer druggie, meaning a sale was not necessary because buying was the man's purpose—upselling would there for be employed. Otherwise the man was a punk kid who thought he was a hotshot that could take more drugs due to being 'totally hardcore,' or so he said on Facebook, no doubt. Oleander turned to Zack. "Excuse me one moment, this won't take long."
"And now, thanks to you it shall" Angel said before briefly turning to glance at one of her favorite bartenders, a young man who she was quite glad to see had found a job at this rather great new locale. When he offered to take the delivery and see that it got to the boss she flashed him a heart melting smile until he ran off to keep working with a blush.
A cute guy with such soft hair...
Still, she had someone else to interest her tonight, she shifted her gaze back to Zack and then patted the seat right at her side "Why don't you stay a while? I'm sure making all those deliveries must have tired you a little"
If the young man did sit as she instructed him to, she would rest her cheek elegantly on the palm of her hand as she conversed with him, her beautiful eyes never leaving his "Say, is this your first time on a rave, delivery boy?"
edited 25th Feb '12 9:23:18 PM by daltar
Zack was very openly attempting to NOT stay. He didn't want to, at all. He didn't want this to be him. But Angel was...quite the girl. He may not like drugs and the loud music. But he doesn't knows an attractive girl when he sees one.
He took a seat, very nervously. "Uh yeah...I've never actually be inside before...Kind of...intimidating?"
Meanwhile, the big scary guy knew exactly what he wanted from Hollander. Simply, a little bit of E. He took a wad of bills from his pocket and flashed to the dealer, requesting his share.
Zack glanced at the trade, and it made him even more nervous. He tried to keep his attention on Angel, but that wasn't helping, because his eyes kept drifting to her body.
edited 26th Feb '12 12:39:48 PM by Saturn
Oh, ecstasy, Oleander had never dealt that before. Uncreative lout. Oleander took the money, counting out the hundred or so carefully while fishing through his coat for the section dedicated to the E, finally swapping the bag of pills for the money. "Pleasure doing business with you. Stay safe, I prefer repeat customers!" Oleander flashed the guy another #winning smile, then turned back to Zack and Angel, lowering hi shades again. "See? Real quick. Now, Zack, couldn't help but see you're pretty distressed, and want to get to know Angel a little better. Well, I figure a delivery boy like you likes to live life on the edge, or at least see new things; that's why you're a delivery boy right? So I figure that a man like you, possessing the kind of grit and power to do these dangerous jobs through the fractured streets of Neptune... I figure you'd be the kind of guy who'd like to stay awhile and try something of mine. Whaddya say? Angel here can give testimonials on how great my stuff is, I'm sure. Hundred percent guaruntee she isn't a shill."
"Sure it is a little. Still, aren't all thrilling things just a little scary at first?" asked Angel not minding at all the way the young man's gaze wandered. If anything she adjusted her posture slightly to invite him further "Don't worry though, you're safe with me, delivery boy"
Then she heard Oleander pitching his products as always and shot the boy an apologetic smile "I'm sorry, love. Olly here can be a bit of a blabbermouth at times even if he is a good seller"
edited 26th Feb '12 2:48:00 PM by daltar

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It was a Friday night like any other in the city of Neptune. The hustle and hustle of the work day didn't stop during night. Some would say it got even worse. The lights and colors of the buildings and signs flashed on the second the sun went down, and the kids and adults who spent their day going to school and work got ready for a night on the town. Obviously, not everyone had an agenda like this, but a pretty big fraction did.
And in our first little club, Mindset, the party was just getting started. This little den of iniquity hadn't been open for too long, but in it's short month, it had been pack every night. Clubs were always like that in The Big Blue City. And if there was a rave going on, then everyone knew who would be there. The Technoshamans.
It isn't like it's a secret of anything. It's pretty much the biggest culture shift of the century. Sometimes you could tell who they were when you saw them, and sometimes you couldn't. But once they started doing their little "tricks", you had to know. It was quite the experience. Being one with the music, dancing to the beat and sending your mind of a journey. A pill or a drag might have helped.
Tonight, Mindset was particularly packed, because there was a rumor that a fight was gonna happen tonight. One of those special fights. Plus, the DJ was pretty good.
But, not everyone was here to party, believe it or not. Some people have to work. Zack Stevens pulled up in a parking lot a block away from the club. It was the only way he was gonna get a space anywhere. He had the unfortunate part-time job of working for an electronics delivery company, who was quite popular. Luckily, he had never had to actually step foot in a club before. Until, now that is. The package had to get to it's buyer, or else it was his ass.
He groaned as he eyed the bouncer giving improperly dressed, or unknown people a hard time.
edited 19th Feb '12 12:50:24 PM by Saturn