Joseph Tropiano (luckandchance) wrote in city_limits, @ 2009-04-21 20:41:00 |
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Bad Mojo
Adrian was a surplus of information, babbling quicker than his mouth could keep up with him. Luckily Joseph could speak fluent babble. Most of it was useless information, things he already knew or had already worked out for himself. The key points came out later, towards the narrowing end of the stream:
"He asked for some really weird stuff, stuff I don't sell. I sell a lot of stuff, but I don't sell the stuff he wanted."
Joseph tilted his head. "What sort of stuff did he want?"
Adrian went silent, for the first time, and just looked visibly nervous.
"Spit it out," Joseph instructed. "I'm not paying you to play dumb."
Adrian shuffled out from behind the counter and moved over to the door, turning the sign around to 'CLOSED' and locking it with several bolts and chains. He peered out of a slit in his blinds before he turned to look at Joseph. "I'm the man people come to when they want stuff. Y'know stuff they can't get anywhere else."
Joseph merely lifted an eyebrow.
"But, this guy? He wanted fucked up things like... human hearts, baby blood, fingers, fetuses. Really weird shit. Stuff I have nothing to do with, you understand?"
Joseph crossed the distance and closed his hand around Adrian's shirt collar, slamming the man up against the nearby wall. "But you know somebody does though, right?"
Adrian gave an audible swallow and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I do. I gave him the guy's number, just to get rid of him. He was weird, made my skin crawl, bad mojo."
"And you never asked him what he was going to be using those ingredients for?" Joseph asked, voice deep with anger.
Adrian attempted to push Joseph off, but when that didn't work he just sort of stood there. "I don't ask everybody who comes in here what they'll be using the stuff for. They demand, I deliver, it's that simple."
Joseph shook his head. "You're a fucking idiot." He released his vice-like grip on the other man and stepped back. "I need that number."