Tony Montana (mylittlefriend) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-01-28 14:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | lilah morgan, tony montana |
Who: Tony Montana [open, tag to Lilah]
Where: Wolfram and Hart
When: Afternoon
What: Checking up, making deals
Rating: R
Status Incomplete
Warnings: Sexual references, verbal terms of body parts
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Tony walked toward the front doors of the law firm building. He didn't know what to think about those pits he'd seen on TV. Seemed like those televangelists he'd accidentally saw on TV back two decades ago. Except this one just bordered on highly unusual. He thought there had to a catch. The person in charge of that was probably waiting to fuck over anyone that went in. He didn't want to chance it. Nobody ever fucks over Tony Montana but him.
He came in, going to the front desk. Shaking his head, he mumbled, "Damn, man.. that lady sure look like she has a nice culo." He stopped at the desk. "I need something, chica." Like.. that ass, for one. He'd probably be having it before the end of the day.
The woman looked at him. Then smiled, seeing who it was. "Tony Montana.. oh. Yes, what do you need? I bet a lot of people said hi to your little friend."
Tony paused. "How you know my name, chica? What the fuck do you know about my.. friend?"
She stopped a moment, confused. Ahh.. yes, of course. Tony didn't know. "Nothing, sire, I apologize. What can I help you with today?"
"I was here before," Tony said, deciding not to think on what just happened. I had a contract with this place. I need to talk to Lindsey, or Charlie. That was one firecracker I never met before."
"McGee?" The female asked, surprised. "Wow.. you really have been out of the loop. McGee left here a long while ago. Like.. months ago. McDonald resigned recently. Our current CEO is Lilah Morgan. She's the one to talk to."
Tony looked a bit confused. Then he remembered how much time had passed since the time he'd been here. That was odd, it felt more like a few days for him. "Okay.. well, you gonna call her up or am I gonna wait all day til my dick falls off?" He was feeling a bit frustrated.
"Of course, sir," she said quickly. "Not sure if she on her lunch beak, but I'll leave a message on her office phone." She punched in a few digits, then hit another button, and spoke her message. "Ms. Morgan, I have a former client down here that wants to see the person in charge. Tony Montana is here."