Post by Skarr on May 20, 2005 2:39:17 GMT -8
The boy moved through the crowd effortlessly despite his Kandi-clad backpack and hip pouch. His wrists were covered in multicolored plastic, a mark of status in the Kandi Kid world, and numerous blinking toys adorned his neck like the trophies from some psychedelic hunting trip. He slid up next to a young dark-haired girl dressed in a bra and cycling shorts who bounced distractingly, waving her own glowing toys to the hypnotically rhythmic pulse that emanated from the speakers. As he hugged her from behind, the boy slipped a little green pill into her hand. It was about the size of a 300 MG vitamin tablet, except for the Motorola insignia stamped into the top, and would have turned her brain into a puddle of liquid happiness but for the new hands that clamped down on both their shoulders, making them jump and swear. They looked up into the face of NAF security, and NAF security did not look happy.
Samson glared at the Kandi Kids, mentally sighing as he dragged them into a dark corner. It required a certain amount of mental effort not to pop the glowing-eye effect of Animalism on these dumb kids.
”What the fuck do you think you're doin' in my Club?” He growled at the boy. The kid went even paler and tried to stammer an excuse, but the Gangrel cut him off.
“What you're doing,” he continued, “is being a dumbass drug dealer who's gonna get the fucking venue shut down. See that tall dark guy over there who looks like he hates it here?”<br>Samson indicated the gentleman with a tilt of his head. The guy looked like he was in his late 20's, wearing a leather jacket, black jeans, and an impatient expression, as if waiting for something to happen. He glanced around the party, bored, as he fidgeted with something in his pocket.
”That's your friendly neighborhood plainsclothes officer, “ he explained matter-of-factly to the two wide-eyed teens. ”His job is to make my life difficult when he catches dumbfuck dealers selling narcotics to minors.”<br>
He glared at the boy, letting just a shred of his Beast slip into his voice. “When you're obvious enough for me to catch you, it means you're fucking up. I just watched you go across the dance floor and into the bathroom and back five fucking times in the last ten minutes! And three times you were way too open about your hand-off. One fuckup by one dumbass one time is all it takes to fuck shit up for everyone!”<br>
The kid shrank away, thoroughly intimidated. Samson sighed, massaging his eyes with thumb and forefinger. He looked away from the boy and shifted his attention to the girl. She was watching the exchange, trying to hide her amusement. As his gaze fell upon her, the girl's face transformed into the perfect picture of feigned innocence. Samson sighed as she held out her arms, picking her up and spinning her around in a bear hug.
”Good to see ya, Munchkin, glad you could make it.”<br>
Munchkin snorted. “Make it? Dude, I've been WORKING here since four this afternoon!”<br>
Samson chuckled, putting her down and ruffling her hair. As she headed back towards the dance floor, he turned his attention back to the dealer, who was slowly trying to edge away.
”As for you… I don't ever want to CATCH you selling in here again; this is you're warning. Next time, I kick you out and you don't come back. Are we clear?”
The kid looked nervously at the nearby undercover and nodded, vanishing in a glowing rainbow blur. Samson watched him go, shaking his head in annoyance. He wandered up behind the man in the leather jacket and leaned into earshot.
“Hey Monkey, I just told this fucktardedly stupid dealer that you were an undercover.”<br>The man raised an eyebrow. “Obviously he's never heard me spin.”<br>Samson grinned. “You're on in thirty right?”<br>Monkey nodded as Samson chuckled. “Just wait'll he sees you…“
Samson glared at the Kandi Kids, mentally sighing as he dragged them into a dark corner. It required a certain amount of mental effort not to pop the glowing-eye effect of Animalism on these dumb kids.
”What the fuck do you think you're doin' in my Club?” He growled at the boy. The kid went even paler and tried to stammer an excuse, but the Gangrel cut him off.
“What you're doing,” he continued, “is being a dumbass drug dealer who's gonna get the fucking venue shut down. See that tall dark guy over there who looks like he hates it here?”<br>Samson indicated the gentleman with a tilt of his head. The guy looked like he was in his late 20's, wearing a leather jacket, black jeans, and an impatient expression, as if waiting for something to happen. He glanced around the party, bored, as he fidgeted with something in his pocket.
”That's your friendly neighborhood plainsclothes officer, “ he explained matter-of-factly to the two wide-eyed teens. ”His job is to make my life difficult when he catches dumbfuck dealers selling narcotics to minors.”<br>
He glared at the boy, letting just a shred of his Beast slip into his voice. “When you're obvious enough for me to catch you, it means you're fucking up. I just watched you go across the dance floor and into the bathroom and back five fucking times in the last ten minutes! And three times you were way too open about your hand-off. One fuckup by one dumbass one time is all it takes to fuck shit up for everyone!”<br>
The kid shrank away, thoroughly intimidated. Samson sighed, massaging his eyes with thumb and forefinger. He looked away from the boy and shifted his attention to the girl. She was watching the exchange, trying to hide her amusement. As his gaze fell upon her, the girl's face transformed into the perfect picture of feigned innocence. Samson sighed as she held out her arms, picking her up and spinning her around in a bear hug.
”Good to see ya, Munchkin, glad you could make it.”<br>
Munchkin snorted. “Make it? Dude, I've been WORKING here since four this afternoon!”<br>
Samson chuckled, putting her down and ruffling her hair. As she headed back towards the dance floor, he turned his attention back to the dealer, who was slowly trying to edge away.
”As for you… I don't ever want to CATCH you selling in here again; this is you're warning. Next time, I kick you out and you don't come back. Are we clear?”
The kid looked nervously at the nearby undercover and nodded, vanishing in a glowing rainbow blur. Samson watched him go, shaking his head in annoyance. He wandered up behind the man in the leather jacket and leaned into earshot.
“Hey Monkey, I just told this fucktardedly stupid dealer that you were an undercover.”<br>The man raised an eyebrow. “Obviously he's never heard me spin.”<br>Samson grinned. “You're on in thirty right?”<br>Monkey nodded as Samson chuckled. “Just wait'll he sees you…“
