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Sasha

Heading towards Centre Point . Public Party . Friday evening

Sasha discarded the remnants of his cigarette as he narrowly avoided unneeded social interaction with some merry moron in an ugly Christmas sweater. He loathed the yuletide holidays and it was difficult to retain his usual calm demeanor. The ingestion of copious amount of drugs and alcohol was truly the only way to survive this time of year with one’s sanity in check. Speaking of which Sasha dug through his Louis Vuitton clutch until he found his clear plastic bag. Damn, the coke was almost finished and at this rate it would be gone before he got to the party. Weighing his options he slipped into an alley and produced a straw from his handbag, using the straw he snorted the remaining powder from the bag. It was hardly the most elegant way to enjoy the product, but he doubted that any of the storefronts provided that they were even open would let him use their restrooms. His whole body shuddered in sublime ecstasy. What a rush! He let out a pleasurable moan as he disposed off the straw and the baggie amongst the other rubbish the littered the alley. He slipped out of the alley with a renewed vigor and a pep in his step per say. The holidays became a fraction more tolerable. Ha! Perhaps he’d ironically indulge some eggnog whilst painting his nails the garish greens and reds associated with this time of the year.

Khorshid, and Lupe

Centre Point

@Pilatus@PrinceAlexus

Lupe and Khorshid thanks to their bodyguards pushed further into the event proper. Lupe was disappointed that their entrance did not garner a bigger reaction; boos and jeers were preferable to the deafening silence. It vexed him to think that Sasha was essential to their public reception as it only lead credence to the petite Russian de facto leadership over the group. Goddammit he was sick of that pretentious fop. If he was forced to listen to another one of Brian Eno’s ambient albums or Sasha’s analysis of them he break the record over his friend’s head. Lupe as the self proclaimed “popularest” guy in the group knew deep down he should be the leader. The large Cuban looked around for someone or something of interest. Lupe let out a hearty chuckle as he watched two gangbangers pass out of the corner of his eye and knew deep down they wished they were as hard as him. He was a straight baller. He shivered because despite his girth as a lifelong Floridian he was not accustomed to anything colder than seventy degrees. He noticed that Khorshid had been trying to get his attention and was tugging on his sleeve like an impatient child. Lupe leaned in so he could hear his friend over the crowd.

“I think I saw my girl Lupe”

“Your girl?…Oh, you mean that wet blanket from the record store.” Lupe scanned the crowd to no avail . “Shit, where she at man.”

Khorshid pointed in the general direction of Marinalia and Lupe let out a loud whistle as they both leered at her body.

“Damn, looks like she dolled herself up just for you K. She probably all like ‘I need a little curry inside me to spice up my prudish life’. You definitely going to score tonight boy. Trust me as I have a minor in… Women's studies.”

“That’s right. I keep forgetting that you have that. Those were the days. Didn’t the professor attempt to press charges on you.”

“Funny sto…”, Lupe stopped midsentence as he caught a glimpse of someone he hadn’t seen in years. “Great White Buffalo”, he quietly exclaims under his breath.

Despite not hearing his friend Khorshid recognized the awe that enveloped the fat Cuban’s visage. “Holy Moly. The one that got away? Your first true crush? Your unrequited love? The only woman you respect outside of your Mother? Paige is here in Sol Shitty?”

Lupe nodded, but couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

“Well what are we standing around for. We should go after her bro. Shame Sasha isn’t here yet, but fate is smiling down on you for this brief window of time and it would be foolish to through it away. What kind of wingman would I be if I let my own fleeting passions overshadow the chase. I know that you would do the same for me big guy.”

“Bless up, your so articulate with your words when you slam down that Ritalin K”, said Lupe wiping tears out of eyes.

The duo races after Paige with their security in toe attempting to get her attention.

Sasha

Centre Point

@SgtEasy@Robo27

Sasha eventually managed to get to the epicenter of tonight’s little get-together though it was a blur in regard to how exactly he got here. He blew on his hot chocolate before taking a tentative sip of the decadent liquid. Though the petite man struggled to remember where he acquired the liquid or the ornate mug for that matter; Santa’s chiseled face held no answers and in fact it seemed to mock him. Shoot. Why was he here again? And where were Khorshid and Lupe? Or his security? Shrugging he took another sip of the drink. It was really good Hot Chocolate. He watched some brutish man-handle a shrub. Was this even real life. He couldn’t even deal right now. To make things worse some horrible lowlife nabbed all his cocaine. However, that mystery would have to wait for another time. Sasha decided to approach the two other men not embroiled in a pitted struggle against mother nature. A feint scent of oranges filled his nostrils. Odd.

“Darlings. I’m..I must say…I’m elated perhaps even overjoyed to make your acquaintances. Hope I am not disturbing anything here. Though I must say It really warms the cockles of my heart to see vegetation so utterly eviscerated.” Sasha smiles clearly a tad out of it.

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Perfect Posse (Sasha, Khorshid, and Lupe)

Heading towards Centre Point . Public Party . Friday evening

Sasha burst out into hysterics as the biker gang veered off down the interstate. Khorshid must have paid the hoodlums the full amount in advance; the moron was indeed as stupid as he looked. Though a hefty sum to most the loss of fifty thousand dollars was just a drop in the bucket for his Indian cohort. Sasha did silently bemoan that muscular biker with the long flowing blonde hair was also departing. He softly sighed and pulled on his braid. The petite Russian had hoped he could have convinced the handsome barbarian to rev up something other than his Harley tonight. Though perhaps it was for the best as the motorcyclist was no Rudolph Valentino after all and the though of courting another Curt was unappealing to say the least; also he was already crushing on another mysterious stranger. What were the odds that in this city of millions he would run into his crush a third time? Sasha cringed as Khorshid whining broke his musings. Sasha rolled his eyes.

“It’s silly as I thought that me and Bubba were getting on pretty well. Like I mean…granted that he thought I was a Native American and was under the impression that I was paying him in tribal Casino earnings, but other than his overt racism I thought we were cool. We even smoked some dank green alone together in his office and he was like ‘Woah, this is like a peace pipe between our two peoples’ and I was like ‘Totally dude’ Then after tugging on his beard he w…”

“Khorshid let me stop you there. I am sure that what went on between you and your biker butt buddy behind closed doors is enthralling to you, but there is no need to subject the rest of us to the play by play. Though I am glad you can take your personal failures in stride.”

“Woah. Woah. Speak for yourself stringbean. I actually am interested in how this shit plays out. Did Bubba admit to some serious shit? Where is this heading? I am literally on the edge of my seat right now” , Lupe managed to say in between puffs on his gilded vape pen.

“I am this close to having an aneurism due to unadulterated stupidity that is being admitted by you two Neanderthals. It is amazing how oblivious you two are of the guillotine that federal government is preparing for you or should I say you idiots are preparing for yourselves. Not only is Bob a potential loose-end now the Bubba and his friends are another. In the unlikely event that Bob bites the bullet for the whole record store fiasco you twits still run the risk of bikers ratting you out to the Feds as there is really no incentive for them to honor any prior agreement. Paying a criminal organization fifty thousand dollars is going to generate some ripples to say the least. “

“Woah. Relax homeboy.” Lupe interjected. “The Bolivian marching powder is making you paranoid. We have nothing to worry about. The police here are clueless … and shit the federales just blow people away. Listen up there was this loco bitch back in Florida… that just executed a drug dealer in cold blood like the goddamned Punisher. She was probably on the rag or something. Stupid Bitch. Odds are they’ll go all Waco on the bikers and massacre them. Or I don’t know maybe we just hire another gang to just kill the bikers. Or maybe being the badass that I am I’ll take out the roaches myself ala Charles Bronson in Death Wish” He pulled a SVI Tiki-T out the waistband of his Christmas colored tracksuit and mimed shooting some unseen adversary.

“What do mean with all this ‘we’ nonsense. I am content just resting on my hunches and watching you two mental defectives get made an example of by your lessers.” Sasha smirked and singled the chauffer to pull down a side street. Before getting out of the limo he said, “I need some fresh air as your collective ignorance is utterly suffocating. I’m going to get a smoke and I’ll catch up with you two twits later at the party. Maybe I’ll consider saving you morons from your demise. Try not to get arrested darlings. And Lupe, put that gun away before you shoot your eye out.” He gave and overexaggerated wink before departing.

Sasha

Sasha waved his security detail away as he made his way down the side street. As the bodyguards reentered the SUV and sped off after his cohorts Sasha placed the Gitanes brand cigarette between his lips, lighting it, before taking a long drag. His body shuttered in pleasure, but that was probably just the cocaine or that what loosly passed snow himself reminded him of his home country. Puffing on his unfiltered cigarette, he blew smoke and then inhaled it through his nose. From a distance his gaunt frame clothed in a Saint Laurent black satin Saituxedo overalls made him look very feminine and that was the impression Sasha liked to give as true beauty has no gender. He shuttered at some of the more garish holiday displays he passed on his way to the public party and truly whished capital punishment could be extended to crimes against fashion. Perhaps a stroll was a bad idea as it was only further aggravating him. He narrowly dodged a drunk in a Santa suit who was loudly belting out the lyrics to Paul McCartney’s 1979 hit “Wonderful Christmastime". It seemed the plebeians were out in full force for their bread and circuses. Wonderful. Simply Wonderful.

Khorshid, and Lupe

The limo and its escorts made it to the celebration proper before Sasha did. Bodyguards piled out in order to create a perimeter around for their infamous charges. Khorshid was the first to exit the vehicle with a stupid grin plastered on his face; his purple military jacket was slightly out of place amongst the more traditional outfits the assembled crowd was wearing.

“Oh, you’re too silly Lupe”, Khorshid said to Lupe bringing a close to a conversation the two were having since dropping Sasha off.

Lupe slowly followed his dimwitted friend out of the Limo, while smoking a cigar. His red and green tracksuit lent credence to the rumor that the large man possessed a tracksuit for each day of the year.

“Merry Christmas ya fucking mutts”, Lupe proclaimed addressing those assembled.

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@Aladdin_sane you sir have made some compelling characters, I mean I have never wanted someone slapped in the mouth so badly in my life. Well done, well done

@RoccanIronclad

Why thank you. I appreciate the feedback. That was the exact reaction I wanted to evoke in people.

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That being said, I'm kind of invested in seeing Sasha become an actual, tolerable human being after seeing some of his dialogue. Hell, maybe even downright likable, although accomplishing that would take a lot of work...

@Rabidporcupine

That is a definite possibility…

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I can definitely see the dickiness. Hm, interesting, its cool to see some misunderstandings arise about Jamal because of the Perfect Posse. There'll be some interesting interactions inbound for everyone when they arrive ^_^

@SgtEasy

I presume Jamal would certainly have a unique reaction to the Pefect Posse considering they are protected from any serious repercussions stemming from their shenanigans due to their privileged upbringings.

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Joseph may be a tiny bit cold too... It's meant to be cloudy with snow flurries. Least it's not raining.

@PrinceAlexus

It is downright toasty inside the limo.

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@Furiosa

So, when is Ren going to be at the shindig :

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Perfect Posse (Sasha, Khroshid, and Lupe)

Heading towards Centre Point . Public Party . Friday evening

The white Rolls Royce Phantom Limousine bounded towards centre point, its opulence in stark contrast to the slowly eroding roads its traversed. It was not surprising as infrastructure was considered a low priority government investment; Sol City would be better off if it sold or leased of infrastructure to the private sector. Sasha scoffed as he managed to tune out the work jargon bouncing around in his head, it was just further proof that the few days of office dwelling was adversely affecting his mental well-being. He of all people should be above such petty concerns. The petite Russian focused on what his two associates were conversing about.

“Ah, man. She was totally asking for it. Just look at those eyes homeboy.” Lupe pontificates this point by jabbing a meaty finger at a polaroid cradled on the arm rest between himself and Khorshid. “Dem the eyes of one thirsty prude my dude. Marry Poppins was practically begging for you to sweep the cobwebs out of her chim chimney if ya catch my drift.”

“Oh, this coming from Mister Ladies’ Man himself. Hmm. Remind me when was the last time you had sex without paying?” Khorshid nudged his friends shoulder.

“Not cool. Yo, I ain’t even mad that your bitch got me thrown in slammer for a few hours for violating the terms of my supervised release. I knew that once that piece of garbage whom I had the shit kicked out of accepted a settlement offer the state would drop the charges against me and I’d be off the hook… another notch on my championship belt. But you got to be hella pissed my brother as she’s got the whole pigsty after your boy Bob.”

“As you Cuban’s say ‘Ese tipa no sirve’, but as I told you guys earlier today I got the whole Bob situation under control…”

“Bullshit darling”, chimed in Sasha between snorting lines of cocaine. “Your dumb ass cannot even handle a fart let alone a city-wide man hunt. However, I’d assume that whatever pie in the sky hope you have being reunited with your boytoy hinges on those…erm…noble savages we had the pleasure of meeting this morning. Security was not happy that our entourage for the evening includes about 50ish bikers…ecuse me I am mistaken I meant to say 50ish armed bikers. Care to enlighten us how those Cro-Magnon spawn are tied to your masterplan.”

Sasha sniffles a bit as he admires his reflection in the shard of mirror he snorted the blow off of before peering out the window of the limo. In addition to the normal security SUVs that escorted the trio on any of their excursions he made out the distinct shapes of bikers trailing along a ways head, their leather vests emblazoned with colorful paths were hard to miss. Even at this distance he could see that the motley lot were already behaving badly, heckling traffic and so on.. Great. Had his beloved Uncle not put him under surveillance perhaps he could have averted this clusterfuck in the making instead of focusing how he could attend the celebration tonight. Needless to say his pseudo-ward was needed else where in the company this weekend and he managed to avoid going to the office.

“Righto, as I mentioned earlier as I waited for my attorneys to escort me out of the integration room Tuesday night. I wracked me brains on what went wrong with the whole record store deal and nothing came to mind. It was not until teatime with my drug dealer that I came to my epiphany. We as a collective were being aligning ourselves a little too much towards order and we should focus on adding some chaos to balance things out. Only then would the commonfolk learn to respect our intrinsic authority. My drug dealer suggested contacting the Visagoths to provide extra security tonight and I thought it was a good idea at the time, but upon further reflection I now consider one of…if not the best idea I ever had. I met with Bubba the rural biker gang’s representative on Thursday and things just like clicked. Not only was Bubba extremely passionate about history for some reason, he also really drove home the point he and his cohorts were one percenters; that had to be good as one percent is an indicator of quality. These guys are in upper echelons for sure. To top it all off the gang also offered competitive pricing as all it took to hire their services was $50,000, some beer kegs, and the promise that could fight someone. Great deal. Oh, yeah they are also going to smuggle Bob out of the country at some point this coming week. Take him on a drug route up to Canada and then sweet Bobby will be flown to India where my father ensures me the government won’t extricate him back to the USA.”

“Bless up dude, let see those filthy degenerate scum mess with us now.” The trio share a hearty chuckle.

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@PrinceAlexus

I think there would be a way to build a non-intrusive arc for the law enforcement characters without derailing the game for everyone else. The one percent of time these characters would be doing their respective jobs (perhaps durning free time or whatever) perhaps (presuming that the characters are not on the task force to begin with) perhaps they’d find that their initially separate investigations are connected and join forces to uncover the puppeteer behind the various crimes or what not. A slow-burning mystery could be rewarding. But I am just throwing stuff at the proverbial wall. And I'll happily accept whatever decision is ultimately made.

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I normally do not weigh in on matters such as this, but in my personal opinion I see nothing intrinsically wrong with a US Marshal or any other law enforcement agent as a character...they are ultimately people too. Though in Slice of Life Rp’s it is pertinent to note that ninety-nine percent of the time a character will not be doing law enforcement duties they’d instead be interacting with the player base as a large. Even Superman is Clark Kent once in a while and so on.

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Would anyone be willing to pm with me so i can bounce ideas off them? thoughts etc?

@Avali

Would be willing to add input if you so desire.

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@Pilatus

I don't know why, but headcanon has Paige Kennedy potrayed by a drunk Cameron Mitchell:

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Back from hibernation. Had to catch on some reading here. Ha! Seems like a lot of great new additions were added to the mix and I am looking forward to interacting with them.

@Furiosa
Appreciate the shout out. =]

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Sasha Zhenya Kuznetsov

Wednesday Evening

“Welcome back to STUDIO 198.9 with the one and the only Brother Brutus, the man who puts the bass in your face. That was 'Have You Seen Her' by The Chi-lites. Stay tune for more of Sol city’s best selection of funk, jazz, soul, and disco…”, the disc jockey faded out and was replaced by an overeager salesperson hocking mattress or some other accoutrement.

Sasha tuned out the onslaught of garish commercials and focused on his emery board, scratching his nails into fine points. It had certainly been an intriguing last few days to say the least as yesterday after the ill-fated jazz shindig the cops took Lupe into custody for allegedly violating his supervised release, while also picking up Khorshid for questioning over some incident involving the woman that so rudely interrupted their fun. It was quite amusing to watch a team of police officers bust up early morning tea at Lyla MacConnel’s place; that sweet old lady sure had a mouth on her and Sasha was certain that she already at the courthouse with her legal team following through on her profanity-laden threats to entangle Sol City and its police department in another frivolous yet lengthy lawsuit. Despite the protests of his chimp who screeched loudly at the cops Khorshid was escorted out in his glittering pink pajamas (due to the fact that as a holder of dual citizenship the police more than likely considered him a flight risk), while Lupe was dragged out by a plethora of officers as he blabbered something about police brutality. The police searched the premises for Bob, but having made himself scarce after Monday’s events it was no surprise that he eluded capture. Sasha merely provided the card of his lawyer to an officer.

Though his Khorshid possessed a childish ignorance and Lupe was a hothead Sasha truly believed his cohorts knew when to lawyer up considering this was not anyone’s first rodeo with the law. Sasha had really no recollection of what occurred on stage after he had that hunk of a man pinned under his body…needless to say he had other tantalizing thoughts occupying his mind at the moment. It was quite the shame that the sprinklers caused the crowd to panic interrupting their tender moment, Sasha was so looking forward to being further acquainted with the object of his desires. Staring down at his nails as he admired his handiwork, though he despised how his cuticles tended to dry in the winter months. He made a mental note to stock up on some La Mer’s hand treatment.

Sasha was truly unsure where Khorshid’s manservant was and perhaps that was for the best. Come to think of it after all these years Sasha came to realize that he did not even know Bob’s last name. Though if he had to hazard a guess if Bob was not holed up with one of the Indian’s old lady admirers he was on the lam elsewhere. Sasha was not privy to the inner workings of Khorshid and Bob’s odd relationship and was unaware if they had some kind of plan for situations like this, but regardless Bob had proved himself rather resourceful in the past and perhaps the workhorse was relaxing on some undisclosed beach sipping a Bellni glad to have Khorshid out of his hair for the time being. While, most people would be under immense stress with the law breathing down their neck like this, Sasha was nonplussed as these events certainly paled in comparison to the clusterfuck that was the group’s excursion to Cabo San Lucas last August. The fact that the trio, Bob, and ugh…his stupid ex-boyfriend managed to sweep those “shenanigans” under the rug only served to further highlight the impotence of the proverbial long arm of the law when it came to dealing with fiscally enabled people.

Sasha made a sour expression as he had not thought of his former flame in a few months, when Curtis walked out shortly after Cabo it left a gaping hole in his soul that he has yet to fill. Damn that…umm… Marcella? Marcy? Maranda? Maria? No, wait was totally Marilania Olympus, the very same woman from the Old Starboard. Well ain’t it a small world after all. Well damn that bitch for making him recall that slut Curt. He tossed his emery board aside in frustration.

“Is there a problem Mr. Kuznetsov?” slyly asked the woman driving his 2017 Lykan HyperSport.

“No”, he sternly retorted.

If being reminded of his former fling wasn’t bad enough due to this irritating investigation he was forced to be escorted around by his nemesis of sorts. Tanja Danka Struna was the Tallyrand to his Napoleon in the sense that she was a thorn in his side that he could not fire as she not only worked directly under his prestigious uncle, but she was held in great regard by the old fool. He was did not care what her actual title in the Vencorp International was, it probably something verbose like Senior Security Consultant when it should be ‘Buzz-killer’ or ‘Female Version of Zazu from Disney’s the Lion King’. She was nothing more than an over-glorified babysitter who was occasionally brought out by Aleksey Petrov to watch over his wayward nephew in times of trouble. It was clear that this waste of space would be staying for the foreseeable future as Sasha had never seen his favorite Uncle so angry, provided Aleksey was still unaware of the goings on in Mexico or this measure would have been implemented earlier. Perhaps his uncle was enraged about all the negative press his company received over the Jazz fiasco; there was even concerning article from The Blaze that attempted to link Vencorp International to the legal arms trade in Africa.

Though the writer of that particular piece seemed to be remorseful about how the hunt for the truth was a double-edged sword and no matter what the outcome was in cases such as this ripple can be damaging for generations. The article goes on to say, “…unfortunately in cases such as these determining copiability in such acts can be a philosophical conundrum. If one unknowingly eats from the table of an exploiter are they inheriting the host’s immorality? Are the sins of a relative your sins? I honestly do not know, but after my confrontation with Ms. Romus perhaps I have been thinking perhaps it should not be the job of the press to determine such things…”

Tanja was there to ensure Sasha was actually showing up at his cushy job, to reign in his exuberant spending, slowly ween him off illicit substances, and steer Sasha away from the spotlight...certainly all weighty tasks. The raven-haired nag was certainly an obstacle to overcome in his pursuit to living life at the limit, but his Uncle could not keep him on probation forever and once this blows over Sasha was certain things would return to normal.

Sasha hated actually having to show up at the office and deal with the peasantry, it was utterly exhausting. Pedantic meeting after pedantic meeting. What a snore. He could not even fit in a game a Squash in as he only had a measly hour lunch. What a joke. He utterly loathed the Rat Race and the nine to five life was certainly not for him. Working in general was certainly not for him.

“For dinner I was thinking that we should stop at the Shawarma Palace….”

“The Shawarma Palace!? Surely you jest. You know that my refined pallet cannot handle such slop. I thought I explicitly instructed you to make reservations at Hideaki.”

“The price for dinner there is approximately $600 per person, not including beverages and tax. That is completely out of your Uncle’s proposed daily budget.”

“Per person. Ha! You honestly expected that I would further ruin my day dinning with the likes of you. Please. Since it been what…nine or ten years since you last had the pleasure of basking in my presence perhaps you’ve forgotten that the help stays in the car. You’d do well to remember that. Now take me to Hideaki you stupid cu…”

Tanja slams of the brakes of the multi-million-dollar car bringing them to an abrupt stop and causing Sasha to lurch forward. “Hell to the no. You won’t be addressing me such disrespect boy. Yes, I called you a boy because that what you are a twenty-six-year-old boy. You’d do well to remember Sir that I work for your Uncle’s company as do you. As for help, the kind of help you need is certainly outside my parameters. You know the reason I am here to bring your spoiled ass back to reality and this isn’t nine years ago. Now your Uncle approved emergency measures to combat your irresponsibility. You ever hear of failed states. Well right now in the eyes of the board of directors you are failed person. While, your Uncle is in good health the board is spooked by the whole Gaétan Cyrille situation; no one wants a power vacuum like what happened at Visionetworks. To put this simply you stand to inherit everything should your Uncle become incapacitated and the board members fear that despite the safeguards as owner and majority shareholder you’d ruin the entire enterprise into the ground like the Cyrille heirs did. This is your last chance to shape up Mr. Kuznetsov. Now let’s be adults and enjoy a nice meal at an affordable price.”

“Fine…whatever. I am not in the mood to argue.”

As the car sped off towards the restaurant the wheels in his mind were already turning. The Perfect Posse might be broken today, but Lupe was already on the fast track to being released as once the charges against him were dropped by the journalist he had battered the state would most likely drop the criminal prosecution. Khorshid was probably already released as the cops could not hold him indefinitely without pressing charges, they would probably just monitor his passport and whereabouts. If Bob could stay hidden for the duration of public interest in the Swan Songs debacle he could just resurface at a later date and claim through a lawyer that the woman in question asked for the drugs. Soon they would have their revenge and Perfect Posse would be stylin’ and profilin’ once more.