ђєץ кเ๔ร, ๔๏ ץ๏ย ฬคภภค ๔๏ ฬђคt เ ๔๏? (Pip)

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon leaned against the bar, sipping his whiskey, and waiting for the girl he was meant to meet. This was a high-profile job, so he was going to talk to her before sending her out. His eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a person that matched her description. He'd never actually seen this girl before, but he'd heard she was hot. That didn't mean anything to him, considering her occupation. He finished off the last of the drink, feeling the alcohol burn in his throat, and then set the glass down. "Another?" the bartender asked. Deon shook his head. "Not just yet."

[pipintan]

Jiao walked into the bar, her hips swaying and her olive green eyes scanning the room. She was supposed to meet someone here - Buddha only knew who he or she looked like, let alone was - to get a job. She hadn't heard of the paying, though with the mention of how it was a "high-profile" one sparked her interest; that usually alluded to a high profit. High profit meant more food for the week.

She tugged on her leather jacket, the only sign of her nervousness. Though she shoved it down with a plastered on cocky smirk and sauntered up to the bartender. "Jameson on the Rocks, please," she said to the bartender, her voice thick, like she had swallowed a mouthful of cotton balls. Jiao had never gotten used to the American drinks, the only ones she could actually handle were the mildest of the lot. They went hard, these Americans. A smile flickered on her lips, before disappearing.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon's eyes slid over to her and a slow smile spread on his lips. "Jiao, I presume?" he said. His dark eyes swept down her body and then back up to her face. "They didn't lie."

[pipintan]

She turned her head slightly and raised her eyebrow. "Do I know you?" She asked, standing up straighter, "I don't suppose you were one of my clients... You do not look like a person I would forget." Jiao flashed him a smile, before turning to look at the counter, her nail tapping against it. "But yes...that is me. Who are you?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Carlos sent me," Deon said. 'Carlos' wasn't the man's real name, but many of the working girls only knew him by his code name. He wasn't sure if this girl knew his real name, but she'd recognize that one. "I'm here to give you your job."

[pipintan]

She gave him a thin lipped smile and nodded; yes, the name 'Carlos' rang a bell, faintly. "And that job is? I would like to know, before I... how you Americans say 'jump into it.'" As the bartender brought out her drink, she took a small sip of it, wrinkling her nose faintly from the smell. The burn in the back of her throat helped wake her up, though the taste of it was horrible.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"He's an important man," Deon told her. "A politician. We're not giving his name, of course; that would be too dangerous for him. The address is here." He slid a folded piece of paper toward her. "What else do you need to know?"

[pipintan]

She nabbed the piece of paper and nodded quickly to herself, before shoving it in her pockets. "What is your name? It is not proper for a gentleman to know a lady's name without the lady knowing the gentleman's."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon gave a short laugh. "Proper. Very well, my name is Deon."

[pipintan]

Her eyebrow raised again. "Why the laugh, is it not OK for that to be asked?"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon shrugged. "I don't mind giving my name. I just find it amusing that you think I'm in any way 'proper.'" He leaned toward her and whispered in her ear, "I don't have a lick of etiquette."

[pipintan]

She gave him a wry smile, her hair stirring from him leaning close to her and whispering. "It does not help that you are in this type of business; people do not have, as you say, 'a lick of etiquette,' they do not tend to act properly around us."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Good thing I don't expect them to," he said. He leaned back, a crooked smile on his lips. "Well, you have the address. Off you go. My cell number is on there, too, so call me when you're finished. I'll meet you to collect the money."

[pipintan]

"Fair enough. I will be back later." And with that, she gulped down the rest of her drink, wincing as it burned her throat. She turned and left without another word, snaking her way through the crowd, her hips swaying.

(Time skip? )

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

(Yeah)

Deon watched her go with appreciative smile on his face. After that, he finished his drink and left the bar. Now he just needed to find something to occupy himself with until she called. He had a few ideas, but he ended up just wandering the streets. He liked the city at this time of night, especially in this part of town. The bright signs illuminated the bustling people below. Even this late, this area was still busy.

[pipintan]

(Got it! ^^)

Time Skip

Jiao let out a sigh, as she straightened her jacket, her cheek slightly flushed. The politician had seemed to have so much energy for this night...she had been quite surprised to see that he was older than fifty. Ah well...jobs are still jobs can't complain about that, and, thankfully, he feel asleep as soon as they were done, which gave her the chance to sneak out of there.

She ruffled her hair and set out, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jacket, her head bent down against the cold wind. Shivering slightly, she paused as she reached the bar, debating if she should wait out here to call him or wait inside. Finally, she seemed to make up her mind, and checked over her shoulder, before she headed inside. The place was warm and she took her hands out of her pockets and rubbed them together, blowing on them gently. She took out her phone, headed over to the corner, punched in his number, and pressed the call button, before placing it to her ear.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Deon was about a block away from the bar at that point, having wandered a square spanning quite a few blocks. When his phone rang, he slipped it out and answered without looking at the caller ID. "How did it go?"

[pipintan]

"It went perfectly fine. You do not have to doubt my skill," she said, closing her eyes wearily. "Are you nearby? I would rather get home earlier rather than later..." She rubbed her head, wincing slightly as a twinge of pain appeared above her temple.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Give me two minutes," Deon replied. "See you soon." Without waiting for her response, he hung up and picked up his pace. Soon the bar came into view and he stepped inside.

[pipintan]

She liked his efficiency; sure enough, she saw him in the crowd. Jiao waved at him, gesturing him over to her corner. Hopefully by the time she got home, everyone else would be asleep; it did make things easier in explaining why she was out if there was no one there...