Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 3, 2010 18:12:42 GMT -8
Sonya Vlask blinked at the portly man in front of him—of course, referring to Bustopher Jones as portly was putting it kindly, and he was starting to feel anything but. “Excuse me?” he said very, very carefully. He could not believe the other to be so brazen, not only to invite him to what Sonya could only know was his Speakeasy and gambling house, but then to come right out and try to bribe him as well.
Jones puffed on his cigar and smiled at Felidae’s new Police Commissioner from behind his desk. “I thought my terms were most generous,” Jones drawled.
Sonya coughed as the smoke was blown directly into his face. He waved a paw, trying to clear the air in front of his face. “Sorry, not that. What did you say before that?”
Jones’ eyes narrowed a little at that. “I’m not sure what got you in a tiff. After all, I had this same arrangement with your predecessor.”
Sonya blinked and shook his head. “Ah,” he said. He was not about to tell Jones exactly what he thought about the last PC of Felidae, but his dislike for the man rose even more. “I am not my predecessor.”
Tilting his head to one side, Jones considered the other. “No, you’re completely right my boy,” he said.
Sonya winced visibly at the other.
Jones breezed right on. “In fact, I’m going to offer you an even better deal—in light of where you came from.”
Sonya’s eyes narrowed and he was tempted to reach across the table and strangle the other cat. He barely spoke to his parents during good months, and did not like being reminded of them—not by Jones especially. He had hated the other cat for years, ever since his parents had dragged him to parties at the Jones’ mansion. Bustopher had been fat, even then, and at ten years older had assumed he had power over the young Sonya. He could feel the same pattern try and repeat. “No,” he said quietly.
His head even going farther to one side, Jones frowned at the pale cat in front of him. “No?” he asked as if he had no comprehension of what the word could possibly mean.
“No,” Sonya repeated standing. “I cannot believe you would invite me in here and try to bribe me. I am the Police Commissioner and give me one reason not to have this place raided?”
Jones blinked and then scowled. “Because I’ve paid off over half your force. I was hoping we could come to an agreement, Sonya…”
“No,” Sonya snapped, cutting a paw through the air and feeling his accent slip a little with the force of the word. “No. You do anything, ever, that I can link back to you, and I am coming after you and your…” he scowled, looking around the room. “Establishment.” It was gaudier than a whorehouse. “You may be protected now, and I will leave you alone but do not think you can get away with more than this.”
His eyes narrowing, Jones leaned his bulk farther back in his chair, taking a drag of the cigar he still held. “Too bad,” he remarked slowly. “I’m sure we could have worked well together.”
Sonya could feel his lips pull back from his teeth and worked to keep his snarl down. “I am sure I can see myself out,” he said, forcing his voice to something not a growl.
“I’m sure you can,” Jones said, taking another long pull.
Sonya’s eyes narrowed at him again and he spun on a heel, stalking out of Jones’ office, and all but running down the stairs, taking them two at a time. Jones had invited him into an illegal establishment to try and bribe him. He could not believe it.
Leaning even farther back, making the chair creak dangerously, Jones considered the closed door. Well, that had not gone according to plan. Sonya Vlask of all people, he had expected to be easy to bend to his will, or at least someone he could use. He thought playing the card of their shared origins at least would have worked. Ah well, he thought, staring at the smoke curling in the air. As long as the other didn’t try to encroach on any of his territory, he would content to let the PC play with the other little criminals in town. If he was really lucky, the other would go after the newest, and worrisome gang in town.
[THREAD END]
Jones puffed on his cigar and smiled at Felidae’s new Police Commissioner from behind his desk. “I thought my terms were most generous,” Jones drawled.
Sonya coughed as the smoke was blown directly into his face. He waved a paw, trying to clear the air in front of his face. “Sorry, not that. What did you say before that?”
Jones’ eyes narrowed a little at that. “I’m not sure what got you in a tiff. After all, I had this same arrangement with your predecessor.”
Sonya blinked and shook his head. “Ah,” he said. He was not about to tell Jones exactly what he thought about the last PC of Felidae, but his dislike for the man rose even more. “I am not my predecessor.”
Tilting his head to one side, Jones considered the other. “No, you’re completely right my boy,” he said.
Sonya winced visibly at the other.
Jones breezed right on. “In fact, I’m going to offer you an even better deal—in light of where you came from.”
Sonya’s eyes narrowed and he was tempted to reach across the table and strangle the other cat. He barely spoke to his parents during good months, and did not like being reminded of them—not by Jones especially. He had hated the other cat for years, ever since his parents had dragged him to parties at the Jones’ mansion. Bustopher had been fat, even then, and at ten years older had assumed he had power over the young Sonya. He could feel the same pattern try and repeat. “No,” he said quietly.
His head even going farther to one side, Jones frowned at the pale cat in front of him. “No?” he asked as if he had no comprehension of what the word could possibly mean.
“No,” Sonya repeated standing. “I cannot believe you would invite me in here and try to bribe me. I am the Police Commissioner and give me one reason not to have this place raided?”
Jones blinked and then scowled. “Because I’ve paid off over half your force. I was hoping we could come to an agreement, Sonya…”
“No,” Sonya snapped, cutting a paw through the air and feeling his accent slip a little with the force of the word. “No. You do anything, ever, that I can link back to you, and I am coming after you and your…” he scowled, looking around the room. “Establishment.” It was gaudier than a whorehouse. “You may be protected now, and I will leave you alone but do not think you can get away with more than this.”
His eyes narrowing, Jones leaned his bulk farther back in his chair, taking a drag of the cigar he still held. “Too bad,” he remarked slowly. “I’m sure we could have worked well together.”
Sonya could feel his lips pull back from his teeth and worked to keep his snarl down. “I am sure I can see myself out,” he said, forcing his voice to something not a growl.
“I’m sure you can,” Jones said, taking another long pull.
Sonya’s eyes narrowed at him again and he spun on a heel, stalking out of Jones’ office, and all but running down the stairs, taking them two at a time. Jones had invited him into an illegal establishment to try and bribe him. He could not believe it.
Leaning even farther back, making the chair creak dangerously, Jones considered the closed door. Well, that had not gone according to plan. Sonya Vlask of all people, he had expected to be easy to bend to his will, or at least someone he could use. He thought playing the card of their shared origins at least would have worked. Ah well, he thought, staring at the smoke curling in the air. As long as the other didn’t try to encroach on any of his territory, he would content to let the PC play with the other little criminals in town. If he was really lucky, the other would go after the newest, and worrisome gang in town.
[THREAD END]