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[[Non Journal Entry]]
No sane man would be awake right now, but then Joseph had never been claimed to be sane. Couldn’t be, not with what he did for a living, and what he’d done in the past. He’d spent hours pacing his apartment, replaying New Year’s Eve in his head until he’d tangled himself up so much that all he seemed able to do was trip over the tangled knots he’d made of both his head and heart.
He figured that the saying ‘idle hands are the devil’s tools’ was much the same for an idle person, what ifs and buts could drive a man insane, if he let them. He had work to do, and a man called Sam to slap upside the head. It was taking too long and he had a client with what he sensed to be a limited patience span.
Joseph hunched up against the chill in the air and lifted his hood to cover his head, braving the cool Vegas night air, letting the momentum work off his wayward thoughts. It wasn’t long until he was stood outside of Sam’s apartment, fingers curled into a fist until his knuckles rapped heavily and loudly against the door.
“Sam, open the goddamn door.”
“Joseph? That you?”
Joseph rolled his eyes. “Nah, man. It’s the fucking tooth-fairy.”
“Hah, hah,” Sam drawled. “Real funny.” The sound of locks snapping out of place filled the damp narrow space of what passed as the hallway.
It was only after the door opened that Joseph was greeted by the sight of Sam in nothing but a pair of briefs that had obviously seen better days. “Okay, first of all, you’re never getting laid with underwear like that. Secondly, where the fuck is the item I asked you for?”
“I have it, I have it!” Sam protested as he waved his hands in the air. “But y’know you wanted all this fancy shit and that stuff takes time. Can’t get stuff like this from anywhere.”
Joseph reached up and pulled his hood off his head, cocking his head to one side before lifting an eyebrow. “So, where is it?”
Sam held up a finger than scurried off in the direction of his bedroom, leaving Joseph to take a seat on his couch, the couch that appeared to move after a slight shift of weight. “Woah,” Joseph muttered as there was a low growl emanating from what he had thought was a blanket but apparently it was an abnormally large and rather fat cat.
“I’ll just stand,” Joseph remarked to the cat as he peeled himself back to his feet, scratching at his eyebrow. “Sam?”
“Coming!” Joseph waited and waited until Sam came back with a wooden box, presenting it to Joseph. “Just what you ordered.”
Joseph reached out and took the box, resting it on a nearby table as he unclasped the locks, inhaling a small breath at the black and silver Desert Eagle set beautifully against silver velvet. “Heh, you even got the wolf’s head on the butt of the gun.”
Sam nodded his head, beaming with pride. “Course I did, couldn’t customise it though. Think you’re gonna have to do that yourself.”
Joseph closed the box and turned to Sam. “I’ll swing by in a couple days with your payment, alright?”
“Yeah, man.” Sam grinned. “I know you pay so I ain’t even worried.”
Joseph smiled. “You’re a genius and if I wasn’t already hung up on somebody else I might even kiss you.”
Sam pulled a face at the thought. “Thank God for the other woman.”
Joseph gave a laugh before he collected the box. “Guess I’ll let you get back to whatever it was you were doing before I interrupted.” He chanced a look in the direction of Sam’s bedroom and grimaced. “I don’t think I want to know.”
“Hey!”
Joseph snorted and was out of the apartment before Sam even so much as got another word out. He pulled the hood back up and rummaged out his phone, flipping it open to put a number in he’d memorised for the sake of cutting down on paper. “Grace, it’s Joseph. I have what you wanted.” Joseph paused but only for a moment, just long enough to light a cigarette. “Lemme know when you can meet me.” The call was ended and Joseph’s thumb hovered over speed dial before he took the plunge as it were, he pressed the number and waited. “Rhi, it’s Joseph. I need to see you before we clear out that nest, alright? I know you probably don’t wanna hear this but I can’t get that kiss out of my head and I really don’t want to. So… call me, alright? Or swing by, whichever.”
Joseph ended the call before he said anything else and then took one unhealthy inhale of smoke before exhaling it out, shifting his shoulders. “Fuck, it’s cold.” He hated the cold, always had, it never settled well with him.
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