[center][h1][color=black][b]John Wolf[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[i]Earlier[/i]
[@VKAllen]
"Maybe its something about the television that people keeps beating me about." He said sarcastically, tossing a few lip of bottles into a spirit glass while taking a sip direct from the bottle itself to lighten his own mood. Then a glass of water. "'Ere ya go." John nodded in appreciation as he went for the glass only to have Sacha pick it up before him. "Don't mind if I do, right?" He lifts the glass of whiskey and ginger beer and stopped as it reached his lips. "I'm joking." 

[color=black]"Like I said, I think you just like to irritate me."[/color] Sacha placed the glass down and look at the crowd that was looking directly at them. Sacha waved his hands-- and the crowd returned to their usual business and so did John. He shook his head as he held the glass his attention turning back to the rat. 

[I]now[/I]
[@Hawlin]
The woman in the red and black skirt gave him the dainty wave. "I see you haf friends?". He brought his glance passed the rat to the girl and then the rat. [color=black]"In a sense, yes. Sadly he has to go soon."[/color] The rat took a rather long swig of the concoction at the sound of John's voice and mumbled "Bullsh-it" with slight confidence in his drunken voice. Of course the [I]other one[/I] wasn't so pleasant. [b]"Really? Big fan of flat-chested girls? I'm taken. By disgust. And corndogs." [/b] John gave her a puzzling look and looked over to Sacha for help only to find he wasn't paying much attention other than to let her know to hand him his second cut of the previous job. 

[color=black]"First off ma'am. I'm not pervert. I see my self as a procurer of beauty. Secondly, I was only being polite. I know it may be rare for you to hear that in this shithole but its still around for some. Finally as for your car..."[/color] It wasn't until she brought up the car did he look down and to the side, as if he was remembering something, unknowingly unaware of the [@Midnight Howl] vixen that now sat next to him. [color=black]"Car car car ca - ah yeah. I saw it in one of the chop shops up the street. Not much left of the poor thing to. I was more shocked that they pulled out a flamethrower from the trunk. Who is dumb enough to carry around a flamethrower in this day and age? Gas is a luxury now. You cant go - 50% of the cut?"[/color] He stopped mid sentence as he heard this. His ear flicked and a mischievous grin crossed his face. [color=black]"Fine...half now. Half when the job is complete."[/color] His face turned more stoic as the business venture was now beginning. 

[color=orangered] “Good luck to you.”[/color] 

He turned to the sound of the smooth feminine voice with a quick glance and a nod before turning back to Maxx about the - Hold on. John turned back to get a better look at the person attached to the voice. His hard eyes widened slightly as he took her in. He barely mouthed "What the". She was young, her clothes helped show that as well through her young developed figure and her features and her voice. She turned back to her drink mumbling something which he could hear. With a smirk he tilted his head slightly and glanced at her, now ignoring Maxxy and her whiny, bitchy voice. [color=black]"Well that depends on who you think really needs it Miss?."[/color] The side of his mouth twitched as he left the end of his sentence to be filled in by the young vixen's name until Sacha spoke up.

"If you're ever interested in the penthouse level, let me know." John turned to Sacha with a look that showed a bit of irritation. [color=black]"Don't mind him. He's just taking his broken TV frustration out on everyone else.[/color] Gasper in the back yelled up to Sacha. "YOUR DAMN SLOT MACHINE IS BROKEN NOW!" John turned back to the old man and sighed before bringing his attention back to the young fox with a warm smile. He went to speak until he heard a light crash and broken glass to which he saw the rat now on the floor, presumably passed out on the ground next to the bar. Sacha went to move around the counter until Wolf stopped him. [color=black]"He's my problem Boss not yours. Just get the door for now."[/color] John got up from the stool and bent down and picked up the rat's rather limp body. He bounced him up and down slightly before looking at Sacha with a shrug and shook his head. Apparently, with the two bullet holes in his body, the running and adrenaline pumping and then the liquor, he managed to die from blood loss at the bar counter. He sighed as he brought him around the side of the bar towards the door which Sacha held reluctantly and John stepped out. Once outside he dropped the body over his head unto the ground with a thud. He took a few breaths before he pulled out Cujo and shot the dead body in the head. Best to double tap just in case. As he holstered his pistol he went back inside and sat back down next to the Vixen. [color=black]"Sorry about that miss. Oh Sacha...Third job is done. Anyway, what's a diamond like you doing in this pile of shit?"[/color]

"SACHA! THE SLOT MACHINE!"