Planning for Disaster ((9))

[amanika]

Taradan followed Martin in silence, preferring to take out a cigarette and light up as they walked, something he was beginning to get less clumsy at with the sling now, rather than make conversation. For some reason, being around Martin made him uneasy.

[victoriousscarf]

((Oh Taradan, everyone should be uneasy around Martin...))

Martin found a car and headed toward it, giving the valet a long look and brief instructions. "Shall we?" he asked the other tom, getting into the car on the passenger side and flipping through his notes. "We should probably go to the grocery supplier first."

[amanika]

Taradan took a last drag on his cigarette before stubbing it out and getting in the driver's door. He spent a moment adjusting himself, finally deciding it was just easier to shuck the sling when he needed both hands on the wheel, though given the discomfort that was causing him, he'd drive one-handed where he could. Soon however, he was able to start the engine and get them moving. "So where are we headed?"

[victoriousscarf]

"The grocery supplier off Ninth and Acre street," Martin replied, glancing out the windows. How he hated cars... infernal contraptions.

[amanika]

Taradan nodded, starting to drive them in that direction. He wasn't much of a cat for idle conversation. At least not with the likes of Martin anyhow.

((is anything going to happen worth mentioning at any of the suppliers or d'you think maybe we'd be better off skipping over it?))

[victoriousscarf]

((Hn, that is a very good question. It would almost be amusing to watch Martin try to deal with people, but we could probably skip around a lot of it. Not entirely sure how to structure that though.))

Martin barely glanced over at him, flipping through his notes instead. When they reached the suppliers, he turned to the other tom. "You stay here," he said, taking his notebook with him. "I'll be back shortly." He almost slammed the door on his way out.

About half an hour later he stormed back out, tail on end and furious. "Next time," he growled, getting back into the car. "You get to help me deal with the morons that run these places. Cider will be next."

[amanika]

Taradan just nodded he'd rather not get into a conversation with the other tom when he was that furious, though he was starting to resent being ordered around like this. Taradan could follow orders, but it was the total lack of any kind of respect in Matin's tone that was getting to him. "Long as it don't involve me getting shot again." he murmured to himself as he started the engine.

[victoriousscarf]

"I hardly think those who brew cider carry guns with them to work," Martin answered sarcastically, pulling his coat tighter around him in the seat.

[amanika]

Taradan said nothing, just pulling away in the car and making for the address Martin had given him.

[victoriousscarf]

When they arrived, Martin got out of the car and turned to give the other cat a look. "I was not joking about it when I said you are coming in with me," he said. "I am not dealing with morons like that again."

[amanika]

Taradan just shrugged, he'd not supposed Martin had been. "Alright, dunno how much use I'll be with this though." he indicated the sling, before getting out of the car and tossing his overcoat over his shoulders. He made sure he had his good hand on his gun though, he preferred fists, but given his obvious injury, he wasn't about to take chances.

[victoriousscarf]

Martin gave Taradan a long look. He hardly thought the people brewing apple cider were about to pull guns on them, he had just planned on giving Taradan the figures and make him read them out to the morons they would have to deal with so he would not have to speak to them unless absolutely necessary.

He handed him the figures. "Not what I'm worried about," he said. "When we get in there, you read these to them and if they protest, then I'll deal with it."

[amanika]

Taradan fronwed at the page, "I thought you wanted a driver, not a damn mathematician."

[victoriousscarf]

"I said I wanted your help. You don't have to do anything except read the numbers, not calculate them."

[amanika]

"Sounds to me like you want me t'do some negotiating, unless y'just want me t' spout these at 'em."