Quite reluctantly leaving the sight of his lovely young sister splayed out and nearly naked on the bed, Jimmy slowly got his shorts back on again and went out through the door. Taking the elevator back down to the lobby he was soon thoughtfully heading back towards the bar...
Upon entering the room however there was suddenly something popping up in his mind as he noticed that it was still the same bartender standing behind the counter, and after a few moments hesitation he put up his most determined face and headed right up towards the bardisk.
Upon noticing and immediately seeming to recognize him as he approached, the young man behind the counter got a very distressed look on his face that gave away his obvious guilt. He didn't turn and run however, even though he certainly looked like he'd prefer to, and instead just tried the somewhat difficult feat of making himself invisible.
"Hey, you!" Jimmy adressed the young man while quickly taking a seat right in front of him, leaning forward over the desk and making sure noone else was within earshot as he forced the other to meet his eyes. "Do you have any more of that shit you put in her glass? And does it have any noteable side-effects?"
"Uh... I've no idea what..." The distressed young man made a feeble attempt to defend himself, but was quickly cut short by the other's frosty glare. "Umm, No... Nothing serious... Maybe some amnesia and headache... Much like a pretty bad hangover, in worst cases..."
"Okay? And it's best mixed with alcohol?" Jimmy continued questioning him, not caring about the other guy's confused looks.
"Well, yeah... It doesn't dissolve as well in usual water... and the effect seems more natural following a few glasses..."
"Okay, and nothing else that could be good to know about it?" Jimmy querried, and barely waited for the other to reply before continuing. "So, how many do you got? And how much would they cost me?"
Staring back at him in surprise, the bartender just stuttered for a few moments before managing to get to grips with the request. His nervousity was soon mixed up with a good portion of curiousity, and a sly smile slowly started to spread across his thin lips.
"Don't get any ideas now...!" Jimmy growled, once again using a more menacing tone while intensifying his glare. "This stays between the two of us, just like the story I could tell your boss!"
"Yeah, of course...!" The other guy quickly nodded his head, wiping that smile of his face but not quite managing to keep his curiousity in check. "Gave her quite a kick, didn't it?"
"None of your business, mate!" Jimmy frostilly told him off, but also couldn't quite keep from smiling to himself as he leaned back and reached for his wallet. "Let's just say I'd like a few more of those, and then we won't be giving each other any more trouble, okay?"
"Yeah, fine..." The bartender agreed, again wetting his lips and taking another look around the bar to make sure noone was listening. "Well... I've only got two on me left, and they've cost me quite a bit..."
"Just tell me how much!" Jimmy quickly demanded, checking his wallet and grimacing a little as he realized he didn't really have all that much cash on him. "I guess your... partners gets some sort of discount...?"
"Uh, yeah... of course..." The other one mumbled uncertainly, hesitating a moment and then flashing him a hopeful smile. "I mean... I always get a piece of the booty, you know..."
Jimmy just stared blankly at him for a moment, then nodded slowly while trying to supress the anger welling up inside of him as the image of those three assholes, plus this stupid bastard, taking advantage of his little sister popped back into his head...
"How much?" He eventually managed to repeat his question, doing his best to keep the fury out of his voice. "Without... 'discount'?"
The bartender told him the price that he wanted, which made him grimace badly again as he realized his spare money wouldn't be enough for even one of the pills. He hesitated for a moment as he thought it through, and then decided that it could at least be worth trying to barter for... |