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Warehouse, shipyard, 12am
Tom: *steps through door* Ready?
Lori: Let's see, we're unarmed, budget cuts means little to no backup and I'm dressed in something tighter than skin itself. Bring it.
Tom: *grabs Lori's arm, walks up stairs*
Lori: What are you doing?
Tom: Don't speak unless you're spoken to and always look at me first if they ask you anything. You're supposed to be submissive. I know it'll be hard.
Lori: As long as they keep their hands off the merchandise, I'll be fine.
Tom: Great. *pushes through door* Gentleman! We had an appointment, yes? *smiles, slaps Man on back* Diego, nice to see you again.
Diego: I've never met you.
Tom: Oh don't worry, we'll become great friends I'm sure. *drags Lori over* This is my girl, Jersey.
Lori: *narrows eyes*
Diego: *looks at Lori*
Tom: She'll be assisting me this evening.
Diego: You need a woman to do this?
Tom: I said assisting, not doing my job for me. Don't you people have secretaries? She works the streets, I don't. Besides, I want all my girls to be in relatively the same condition as this one here. Y'know...not toothless.
Diego: How do I know you ain't cops?
Tom: You don't.
Diego: Not the smartest answer.
Tom: You can either keep all your girls and I can keep all my cash or we can get this show on the road. What do you say?
Diego: *snaps fingers*
Man: *walks over, throws plate of powder into table*
Tom: *looks down at table*
Diego: Do a line.
Tom: Sorry, coke's not my thing. *smiles* I prefer something that can take me down.
Diego: We got that too.
Tom: You want me to fall asleep picking my girls? I don't want to wake up the next morning wondering what the hell I bought.
Diego: Then she can do it. *looks at Lori*
Lori: *squeezes Tom's hand*
Tom: Actually coke's more
her thing. Besides, she won't be much use to me later on downers.
Diego: Take a hit, sweetheart.
Lori: *looks at Diego*
Diego: We'll cut a line for you. You are a lady, afterall.
Man: *kneels, grabs razor*
Lori: *looks at Tom*
Diego: Get on the couch.
Lori: *staring at Tom*
Diego: *shoves Lori*
Lori: *falls onto couch*
Man: *slides plate over*
Lori: *stares at plate*
Tom: She doesn't have to do it. I want my girls clean.
Diego: Then you might not want my product.
Tom: *frowns* Well this one's special. She's mine.
Diego: Someone has to do it or you both die right here.
Tom: Perfect. That's all you had to say. You got anything stronger?
Diego: Excuse me?
Tom: I'm a guest in your humble abode and you're offering me table scraps. I don't snort blow. Takes too long to hit.
Diego: That's pure.
Tom: *shrugs* Could be baking soda for all I know.
Diego: *walks away*
Tom: *looks at Lori*
Lori: *whispers* You're insane.
Tom: *sits* Once he brings in the girls, examine them. How are your improv skills?
Lori: Better than your critical thinking skills.
Tom: We'll purchase 3 of them.
Lori: Then what?
Tom: Then we'll hand the girls over to our guys and have them storm the place.
Lori: You suck at this.
Tom: Saved your ass.
Lori: Yeah well the night's not over. Don't do anything stupid.
Tom: I would never.
Lori: Sober you's an idiot in his own right. Now you're going to be on whatever the hell they give you.
Tom: *lifts head*
Diego: *walks over* Got some rocks. You down with that or would you prefer something stronger yet?
Tom: Ah that'll be fine. *grabs pipe and lighter* So where are these girls?
Diego: Waiting for you to take a hit.
Tom: *flips on lighter* You guys are always in such a rush. *places pipe into mouth* How much are you asking for? *spins pipe*
Diego: Depends.
Tom: *blows smoke* On what?
Diego: How much you have.
Tom: *blinks, looks down at pipe*
Lori: *looks at Tom*
Diego: You got a problem?
Tom: No, I'm just seeing spots. Nothing to get your thong in a twist over. *stands* Okay, let's see 'em.
Diego: *snaps fingers*
Tom: *smiles, looks at Lori* I like how he does that. Very mafia.
Lori: *rolls eyes*
Girls walk out
Lori: *stands*
Tom: My lovely associate here is going to check them for the usuals. Lice, ticks, leprosy, etcetera.
Diego: *frowns*
Lori: *walks over to girls*
Girl: *staring at floor*
Lori: *grabs Girl's chin, lifts her head*
Girl: *looks at Lori*
Lori: *looks down the line* I want the first 3.
Diego: The first 3 are sick. You're not getting them.
Lori: *looks at Tom*
Tom: Pick the healthy ones, love.
Lori: I don't want the healthy ones.
Diego: *looks at Tom*
Tom: *laughs* Such a bleeding heart that one, I tell ya.
Diego: Sick ones aren't worth as much.
Tom: We'll take the last 3.
Lori: No.
Tom: *stares at Lori* They'll all get sold off eventually, just take the ones on the end.
Lori: No deal then.
Diego: Who exactly wears the pants in this partnership?
Tom: *walks over to Lori, smacks her across the face*
Lori: *falls onto floor, holds cheek*
Tom: I do. *grabs Lori by the hair*
Lori: *winces*
Tom: *shoves Lori onto couch* How much you want for them?
Diego: 1500 each.
Tom: No one pays 1500 for anything over 16.
Diego: *pulls out gun* It's my final offer.
Tom: *stares at Diego*
TBC..................................
