Tea Time Dealings. (INV)

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It was a lovely afternoon, birds were tweeting, sun was shining, people smiling, and the meth was fresh from the lab. Vee carried it in her chrome handbag, she wore a sequined red dress down to knee height, and black stockings from there down, finishing with pink flip flops and a hello kitty toe ring. She was going incognito mode today. It was not often she did the drug deals herself, or...ever. Not for a while anyway, she had people who had people who did this kind of thing for her, but she was going out anyway, and thought eh, why the hell not.

She got to the location five minutes early, and ordered a breakfast tea, sitting down at a table outside the tea shop. She was surprised at the publicness of the place, either her buyer did not trust her or things had changed since she worked the streets. These kinds of things used to go in in alleys and through drop off points, this was strangely personal and slightly uncomfortable to be so exposed, not that she was afraid of being seen or anything. She had ways to get out of a cell, the first being contacts who could stop her getting there, and the second being people who could get her out. But if this went down without a hitch, in, hand over and out, it should be a piece of cake. And now Vee was hungry having thought of cake, and so ordered herself a scone with butter and jam.

Right on time, a normal man with normal hair and normal clothes appeared. He was rather underwhelming, she had expected some punk with a Mohawk and retro clothes, but this guy looked like he was on his way to a sewage works council meeting. Even had a neat suitcase by his side and a silver watch on his wrist. This suddenly got a lot less fun and a whole lot more interesting, she made eye contact, and to his credit as his eye brushed over her, he did not double take. She supposed he was used to people like her, maybe he even thought she was a drug dealer, a middleman that was just looking for a bit of cash. Boy was he going to get a shock, indicating the empty chair on the other side as he tea and scone arrived, she began preparing it with condiments. "You got the money?" she started in her best 80s gangsta voice. He countered with a monotone "Do you have the product?" She guessed this was not his first rodeo. And if they followed this past it would end up in a classic 'you first' scenario.

She pulled the meth out of her pocket and placed it on the table in the open. The man blinked, he had not expected her to be so obvious, especially not in a place like this. "Do you want it or not?" he recovered with due professionalism, pulling up the suitcase and unclipping it "You should know child, my clients will not appreciate this public display." Vee grinned, then took a slow bite of her scone, flavours of jam and butter filling her mouth. "Mmmmm. Yesh well-" she mumbled through the mouthful, then putting it down while wiping her mouth "-Sorry, you should know I don't give a shit what your clients think, as long as you have what I am promised." The man hesitated, then handed over the money in a air tight brown package, swiping the meth off the table and straight into the suitcase. "Tell your boss, I wish to deal with someone less inconspicuous next time, if my clients were found out it could damage their image."

Vee laughed, then laughed louder, and louder, until she was practically screaming with laughter. She let her power flare out a little to shake the table, the tea spilling out and the man nearly falling over backwards. The man tried to smile, then tried to ignore her and look small as people started staring. She stopped suddenly, then looked at him with a evil grin on her face, she stood up, stepping over to him and poking his chest. "I am the boss. Bitch. And if your clients are unhappy with my product and the way I do things then they can go cold turkey because I run this city my way and if they don't like that they can take their opinions and shove them up their snobby arses." His face twisted in fear, she kissed him quickly on the nose, leaving a deep purple lipstick mark. "Now run along." smiling sweetly and sitting back down to finish her tea. He stared for a split second, licked his lips and then scrambled away, walking hurriedly back the way he came while trying to look dignified. Then sprinting when he thought nobody could see him.