Rand Blackhawk (restless_native) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2011-11-28 17:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | 09.19.11, gabe, gabe and randall, randall |
Blackballing the Dealer
Who: Gabe and Rand
What: Working
When: Monday Night
Where: Mercy
Warning: TBD
Rand had only observed the twit from the night before's dreams the first night. To properly teach the idiot a lesson, he needed to know more about how his mind worked. Watching a person'd dreams were a good way to do that. The downside was, of course, he'd gotten less sleep himself. Not that this was new, but he had a tendency to wear his fatigue more visibly than most people because of how heavily lined his face was. He looked older than his forty-five years and even more so on days like this.
Spotting Gabe, one of the other bouncers, Rand made his way over. He'd reported the jerk from the night before, and gave them a good description, so if he came back, he could be watched. "Hey," he greeted the smaller man. Rand had seen small bouncers before. They usually had some impressive trick that allowed them to do the job. Gabe had yet to show his. "I don't know if the bosses had a chance to tell you, but we had some trouble last night. Some little dickhead selling weed pretty openly. I threw him out, but he told me his 'master' had pull, so he might be stupid enough to press his luck again. He's about your height, better built, with red hair and pale skin. He'll be circulating around like he knows everybody, but he's actually whispering prices and making exchanges." Rand knew the behavior all too well.