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(Lenny's syndicate bargain)
[Sun Jan 26 2025]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Walking in, Sam looks between Victoria and Lenny. "Hey Vic, how's it going?"
"Fair enough," Victoria shrugs. "You?"
Lenny says "There's a syndicate auction going on, its one of us. Which just leaves Declan or that new chick."
Victoria clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "That's a shame."
Lenny drops his hand from his ear and looks towards Sam and Victoria, studying each with a snerk then he says, "I'm inclined to let you have this just so you can bore them to death." he side eyes Victoria, checking her out openly, "You promise to show them a good time?"
Victoria snaps her teeth together in Lenny's direction. "Not the kind you're thinking about."
Lenny reaches down to crudely adjust his crotch while letting Sam know, "I just save my pennies for when Vikki here ends up a prize." he snerks at this comment then says, "To tell the truth. I didn't meet the new chick."
Sam says "Oh, she's capable. So she would be unfamiliar I reckon."
"Which will be never," Victoria states flatly.
Victoria smirks at Sam, adjusting a bracelet on her wrist before clasping her hands in front of her.
After chatting to a guard a few moments, Sam places a sealed enveloppe down on the table, and nods to the auctioneer, before stepping back again.
Lenny brings a hand up into his hair to make sure it's properly slicked back, its something he does every so often out of habit. It has to be perfect after all. He then gives Victoria his best, sleazebag smile and used cars-salesman pitch, "Seriously babe. You don't know what you are missing with me. Lets get the fuck out of here and have some drinks yeah?"
"I'll have to pass," Victoria stares to Lenny with absolutely no facial expression whatsoever, save for the wrinkling of her nose is presumed distaste.
Glancing over to Lenny, Sam tilts an eyebrow. "Lenny Russo, pick-up artist at the human auction."
"She's got a whole Lenny cake for the takin', but she's suddenly watchin' her weight." Lenny mentions to Sam, disbelief in his face that Victoria could somehow resist the creep. He turns his gaze to Victoria and jabs at her with a mean comment, "I mean, you should watch your weight. But I was willin' to look past it."
Lenny says "Sam's won this one, guess I dont really give a shit. Ah its Declan. Yeah I definitely dont give a shit"
"Not my style." Lenny admits to Sam, he gives Declan a tip of his head and grins at him as he warns, "Careful, Sam is buyin' what your sellin'." then he turns to the door, pauses and he has to make it clear, "He's buyin' cock."
Turning to Declan, then, Sam cracks his knuckles, and nods. "Hey. How's it going?" He shrugs a little as he looks over at Lenny, dismissively. "Lenny, micro-penis your mouth shut, or someone, soon, will help you." He turns back to Declan. "Just business, yadig... Declan, right?"
"Bummer." Bound and harried, Declan looks up from the floor at Sam and Lenny, with not too much apparent distress or disappointment that the latter's bid was the smaller one. "Hey. I was goin' to Narnia. Need something?"
"Your mum knows I dont have a micro-penis, Just ask." Lenny tells Sam with a snerk. He's quick to retort. That one was lock and loaded before he stepped out the door.
Bringing a hand back, Sam punches Declan right in the stomach, the man not really holding back, and there definately being some manner of force behind the blow. He shakes out his hand, and smirks. "So either I'm feeding, or you're giving me something to work with, can ya get behind that?"
Bonk! Declan gets one right in the gut. At least it's not a kick, but he might be glad he hasn't had dinner. Curling up after the blow with a wheeze, he says to Sam with a grunt, "What's feeding entail for you?"
Pausing a moment, Sam tilts his head aside to Declan. "Oh, in this case? Torture. Simple as that." He gives a simple shrug. "I'll prolly grab some blood. It's just a good ol' knuckle sammich, yadig?" He gives Declan some time to recover, and perhaps consider his other offer.
"Okay. And what's something for you to work with?" Declan relaxes subtly, in places. He's still expecting another possible blow to the gut from Sam, so he's braced in that way, even though it aches.
"I mean, some info about upcoming Temple operations... safehouses... maybe weapon stashes.." Sam paces around Declan slowly. "I mean, I can beat it outta you, but that ain't as pleasant, yeh?"
Declan tracks the movements of Sam's feet whenever he's circled around to his front. He doesn't bother to raise his head or follow the movements too much otherwise. He breathes out a sigh. "Can't help you too much there." He still doesn't lift his head as Cara arrives, but notes, "My blood if ever."
Stepping into the area sharply dressed and with an officious air about her Cara looks about the room, noting Declan's presence and then nodding politely to Sam, expression dour and dry, businesslike. "Ah. You found my missing item." Cara observes. "I trust you were enroute to return it?"
Sam is momentarily ignored, Cara's attentions paid to the helpless man bound before him. "How did you find yourself in this situation Mister Hayes?" She says dryly. "When I heard via the grapevine someone had been captured I was sure it would be our newest member." Cara checks something on her phone.
Calmly, Sam looks over to Cara. "Look, give me a reasonable number, and I'll be outta here. Otherwise I'm going to continue feeding, and release him when I'm done, nuthing personal, yeh?"
"Stepped out of my car at Narnia and someone stuck a needle in my neck quick afterwards," mutters Declan, with some annoyance at that fact, apparently more than the possibility that Sam is going to keep beating his arse.
Cara's eyes narrow and she looks aside to Sam, exhaling through the nose to temper a temper broiling beneath the fastiduously calm surface. "How much did you pay for him?"
Cara looks down at Declan, clucking her tongue and crossing an arm across her chest, one finger set to her cheek. "We do have our work cut out for us it seems. Syndicate targetting experienced Templar members. Werewolves apparently able to recognize and co-operate with non-werewolf allies even on a full moon." Cara hefts a weary sigh. "I must have been truly wicked in a previous life because I get very little rest." Cara peers aside at Sam, narrowing her eyes.
Victorias Syndicate Bargain 250127
(Lenny's syndicate bargain)
[Sun Jan 26 2025]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Walking in, Sam looks between Victoria and Lenny. "Hey Vic, how's it going?"
"Fair enough," Victoria shrugs. "You?"
Lenny says "There's a syndicate auction going on, its one of us. Which just leaves Declan or that new chick."
Victoria clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "That's a shame."
Lenny drops his hand from his ear and looks towards Sam and Victoria, studying each with a snerk then he says, "I'm inclined to let you have this just so you can bore them to death." he side eyes Victoria, checking her out openly, "You promise to show them a good time?"
Victoria snaps her teeth together in Lenny's direction. "Not the kind you're thinking about."
Lenny reaches down to crudely adjust his crotch while letting Sam know, "I just save my pennies for when Vikki here ends up a prize." he snerks at this comment then says, "To tell the truth. I didn't meet the new chick."
Sam says "Oh, she's capable. So she would be unfamiliar I reckon."
"Which will be never," Victoria states flatly.
Victoria smirks at Sam, adjusting a bracelet on her wrist before clasping her hands in front of her.
After chatting to a guard a few moments, Sam places a sealed enveloppe down on the table, and nods to the auctioneer, before stepping back again.
Lenny brings a hand up into his hair to make sure it's properly slicked back, its something he does every so often out of habit. It has to be perfect after all. He then gives Victoria his best, sleazebag smile and used cars-salesman pitch, "Seriously babe. You don't know what you are missing with me. Lets get the fuck out of here and have some drinks yeah?"
"I'll have to pass," Victoria stares to Lenny with absolutely no facial expression whatsoever, save for the wrinkling of her nose is presumed distaste.
Glancing over to Lenny, Sam tilts an eyebrow. "Lenny Russo, pick-up artist at the human auction."
"She's got a whole Lenny cake for the takin', but she's suddenly watchin' her weight." Lenny mentions to Sam, disbelief in his face that Victoria could somehow resist the creep. He turns his gaze to Victoria and jabs at her with a mean comment, "I mean, you should watch your weight. But I was willin' to look past it."
Lenny says "Sam's won this one, guess I dont really give a shit. Ah its Declan. Yeah I definitely dont give a shit"
"Not my style." Lenny admits to Sam, he gives Declan a tip of his head and grins at him as he warns, "Careful, Sam is buyin' what your sellin'." then he turns to the door, pauses and he has to make it clear, "He's buyin' cock."
Turning to Declan, then, Sam cracks his knuckles, and nods. "Hey. How's it going?" He shrugs a little as he looks over at Lenny, dismissively. "Lenny, micro-penis your mouth shut, or someone, soon, will help you." He turns back to Declan. "Just business, yadig... Declan, right?"
"Bummer." Bound and harried, Declan looks up from the floor at Sam and Lenny, with not too much apparent distress or disappointment that the latter's bid was the smaller one. "Hey. I was goin' to Narnia. Need something?"
"Your mum knows I dont have a micro-penis, Just ask." Lenny tells Sam with a snerk. He's quick to retort. That one was lock and loaded before he stepped out the door.
Bringing a hand back, Sam punches Declan right in the stomach, the man not really holding back, and there definately being some manner of force behind the blow. He shakes out his hand, and smirks. "So either I'm feeding, or you're giving me something to work with, can ya get behind that?"
Bonk! Declan gets one right in the gut. At least it's not a kick, but he might be glad he hasn't had dinner. Curling up after the blow with a wheeze, he says to Sam with a grunt, "What's feeding entail for you?"
Pausing a moment, Sam tilts his head aside to Declan. "Oh, in this case? Torture. Simple as that." He gives a simple shrug. "I'll prolly grab some blood. It's just a good ol' knuckle sammich, yadig?" He gives Declan some time to recover, and perhaps consider his other offer.
"Okay. And what's something for you to work with?" Declan relaxes subtly, in places. He's still expecting another possible blow to the gut from Sam, so he's braced in that way, even though it aches.
"I mean, some info about upcoming Temple operations... safehouses... maybe weapon stashes.." Sam paces around Declan slowly. "I mean, I can beat it outta you, but that ain't as pleasant, yeh?"
Declan tracks the movements of Sam's feet whenever he's circled around to his front. He doesn't bother to raise his head or follow the movements too much otherwise. He breathes out a sigh. "Can't help you too much there." He still doesn't lift his head as Cara arrives, but notes, "My blood if ever."
Stepping into the area sharply dressed and with an officious air about her Cara looks about the room, noting Declan's presence and then nodding politely to Sam, expression dour and dry, businesslike. "Ah. You found my missing item." Cara observes. "I trust you were enroute to return it?"
Sam is momentarily ignored, Cara's attentions paid to the helpless man bound before him. "How did you find yourself in this situation Mister Hayes?" She says dryly. "When I heard via the grapevine someone had been captured I was sure it would be our newest member." Cara checks something on her phone.
Calmly, Sam looks over to Cara. "Look, give me a reasonable number, and I'll be outta here. Otherwise I'm going to continue feeding, and release him when I'm done, nuthing personal, yeh?"
"Stepped out of my car at Narnia and someone stuck a needle in my neck quick afterwards," mutters Declan, with some annoyance at that fact, apparently more than the possibility that Sam is going to keep beating his arse.
Cara's eyes narrow and she looks aside to Sam, exhaling through the nose to temper a temper broiling beneath the fastiduously calm surface. "How much did you pay for him?"
Cara looks down at Declan, clucking her tongue and crossing an arm across her chest, one finger set to her cheek. "We do have our work cut out for us it seems. Syndicate targetting experienced Templar members. Werewolves apparently able to recognize and co-operate with non-werewolf allies even on a full moon." Cara hefts a weary sigh. "I must have been truly wicked in a previous life because I get very little rest." Cara peers aside at Sam, narrowing her eyes.