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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:04 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI "That was good enough. Janet, I'll see you later." Draco kissed her hand, opened the door and let Amelia out. Janet had slipped him the envelope with fifteen hundred dollars.
"Thank you Amelia, that was enlightening. So then let's discuss your drop point on the way to the shed." Draco stood in front of her and straightened her s**t and buttoned up the shirt, leaving top three buttons undone.
"Oh and that was very hot." Draco had taken the bottle of vodka with him and slid into her hand.
"Something to calm the nerve, or have for dinner tonight." Draco smiled as the exited into the light. He took the bottle back quickly and slid it into the folds of his jacket as a teacher passed by.
"I've got brown bags in the shed." He lit a cigarette and again offered her one.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 8:30 pm
Amelia Valentine
"Spacibo. I aim to please you in all forms possible, Draco. Be it lesbian macking or allowing you to fix my clothes after said macking."
Amelia shrugged off her sudden bitchiness to unsettled nerves. She waved off the cigarette and reached for the bottle of vodka instead. Teachers be dammed. She unscrewed the lid and took a long pull of the clear liquid, like it was water. Amelia coughed and loosened her tie somewhat; it felt like it was cutting off her airflow.
"As for drops, the library is always a good place. It's where we prefer, anyway. The main up, I mean, not the one by the playing fields. All those kissing nooks are just perfect for a quick needle here or there."
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 9:30 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"You could have said no, I would have thought of something else for you to do and offered the same thing." Draco shrugged as he replaced the cigarette and walked in silence for a spell thinking about where he could drop the bag without it getting disturbed. He couldn't, the Librarian was a hawk in that place.
"Alright, I'll give you a joker card from my Guardian deck. You'll leave it under my door when you need the stuff and we'll meet in the Law section, Tax Law." Draco chuckled as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, couldn't find the deck, moved through his pockets till he found the black deck and pulled the card out.
"Just don't lose it, last one." Draco slid it into the pocket on her shirt. The shed came into view and he slid out his keys and started swinging them on his finger.
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 10:11 pm
Amelia Valentine
Suddenly, unexpectedly, Amelia felt guilty for snapping at Draco. Especially since Draco seemed so driven to be a permanent fixture in her life, even if it just as her drug dealer. He's worse then a puppy. She took another long pull from the vodka before capping it again.
"No, it's fine. I guess I just didn't expect you to ask her to reciprocate, is all. Thanks for the card, I think. Where do you get the vodka? It's fantastic."
She contemplated buying Emerson a case or two for his present. Well, as a part of it, anyway. Inevitably, it would end up beginning shared between them. Things like that always did. She waited against the side of the shed as Draco let them into his little hide-hole. It was still a month out and Amelia still had gotten Emerson nothing. Well, besides a set of monogrammed cuff-links, but that didn't count.
"If it was your birthday, what would you want?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 8:16 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"Trade secret Valentine. I buy it from a very good source who has to protect his business. I can get you more, for a price of course." Draco let her in and dug around till he found a balloon of pure. It was one ounce, he found a second one and tossed them both to Amelia.
"The two I owe you for my druggie." Draco checked his watch and realized he had half an hour till his first deal. Draco dug out some of his blended weed packed two of the vaporizers in the shed and set them low.
"Well them Amelia we have a little time to kill, how bout we discuss what I would get for my birthday." He had been terribly tempted to just say the first thing that had popped into his mind when she asked, her, in his bed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:19 am
Amelia Valentine
"Whatever you want, I'll pay. It's probably the second best I've ever had."
Amelia closed the door behind her and took a seat on Draco couch, the two ounces of the modified heroine at her feet. She crossed her ankles and tucked them up under her legs, her skirt pulled down to cover her knees modestly. She gestured at Draco with the bottle of vodka. She was leaning towards a new car for Em, but couldn't afford he best of the best. And if you can't do that, why bother? Not to mention the fact that they couldn't exactly use it yet, either. Not for another could of months, at the very least.
"Birthday present. Go on."
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 12:27 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"Only second best? I imagine your father has some secret stash from the motherland. This stuff has only been around for thirty six years, these first bottles are the ones they started back then." Draco thought about a price and knew he could play with that just a little, so he would think for a moment.
"I'll get back to you on that price, now for the present. You guys can't drive yet, at least not legally. I can't either, just doesn't stop me." Draco stroked his chin carefully, a car would be out, they wouldn't be able to hide it unless they had some way to park it in the teachers lot.
"I've got it, let me make a call." Draco pulled his phone out and dialed a seldom used number. It connected on the second ring.
"You Hans, you got anything you sellin'? How much? Alright send me a pic." Draco ended the call and turned the phone to show Amelia.
"How bout something easy to hide. The Stealth. Hans has it finished and can paint it any color. Two separate engines in each wheel well producing just over two hundred horse power. Just a little over six grand." Draco smiled, because he had a bike from Hans already paid for. He was having it shipped the last week of school so he can roar away is style.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 1:25 pm
Amelia Valentine
"He does, but he doesn't like us to drink it. He saves it for his important clients."
Amelia leaned over to the phone, not paying any mind to the fact that her top three buttons allowed Draco certain access to her breasts. Admittedly, it was all something that he'd seen before. Three times. If she thought about it, Amelia might come to the conclusion that not only was he a philanthropist but a bit of a Peeping Tom as well.
"Huh. Somehow you didn't peg me as a motorcycle man."
She liked the lines of the low motorcycle enough; and if she liked it, Emerson would as well. And the price wasn't anything to sneeze at, either. Only six thousand? Either we're being cheated or else he's a buddy of his. Or both. Then again, Emerson's never seemed like much of a motorcycle man himself. Damn it. He's impossible to shop for. She leaned back.
"Maybe I should just get him a hooker and get it over with."
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 2:39 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI "Then what are you gonna do on your shared birthday? I saw you question why this bike is so cheap. There is a very good reason. Expirimental. Two hydrogen cells fuel the twin engines. Hans wants a consumer to test it before he builds more. I ordered one, he finished the second one." Draco sat back and inhaled the vapor rapidly filling the room. He had gotten a great look at those delightful mounds of flesh and nerves, unhappily they were covered in a lace bra.
"How bout this, I'll buy the bike, you give it to him and if he doesn't like it, give it back. If he does, you pay me back. Cash, credit, or other ways. No checks." Draco chuckled as he pulled a mirror over and dumped a gram of coke onto the reflective surface. A razor was produced and he started making short neat lines.
"Or you can get him a hooker, or maybe something else. Does he have a hated teacher, male of female. I have dirt on every staff member." Draco loved collecting his information and had been meticulous about collecting information on the staff. He'd already used some, his ability to get away with anything, ******** whomever and use the deans car. Plus a little money tossed this way or that was always helpful.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 3:00 pm
Amelia Valentine
"What would I do? Enjoy a goodnight's sleep, probably. Reason enough to get a hooker."
Amelia laughed. Like it or not, the marijuana was starting to relax her frazzled nerves, putting her into a place of psudeo-safety. She made a face when Draco mentioned money problems. What does he think I am, middle-class? She'd been saving up for sometime to buying a nice little house and some land when they graduated, for herself and Em to live in when they left for college. She had plenty of pounds and euros left over from her allowance, after monthly expenses. What would he do with two of the same motorbikes anyway?
"Is there any teacher here who is clean? Or you haven't ********>
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 4:39 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI "Plenty I haven't ********, I only swing with younger men." Draco chuckled as he lined up and snorted one line then the next. He shook his head as it affected him.
"Want some? Oh and what makes you think someone else isn't going to buy you something for your birthday. Or is big bad Emerson the only guy aloud to get you presents?" Draco laughed as he leaned back leaving the last two lines of powder on the mirror for her or later.
"Oh and no one is clean, just good at burying your past. Two staff members. The Dean's secretary and Miss Flatian, biology teacher. Couldn't even find a parking ticket and I looked hard. Still looking in fact." Draco pulled out a big black binder he kept in the shed because it was to valuable anywhere else.
"The List of every teacher here at Steering, plus board members and influential Alumni. Everyone has something I can pick or pluck to my advantage. Except the afore mentioned." Draco set it down next to the coke opened to a particular page. It was the football coach.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 6:28 pm
Amelia Valentine
"Of course he's not the only one who's giving me a present. I'm just not expecting a party on the day of, or anything like that. Our 'surprise' party is the day before, on Sunday."
Amelia wondered idly how Draco even knew their birthday was coming up. He must've seen Em's calendar, or something. Or else he's stalking me. What if he's getting me something? Oh, Emerson would kill him if he gave me a present. She found herself laughing along side Draco. She nodded and dipped her head down to take the two offered lines; she rubbed the power clean of her nostrils. It was primo s**t, of course. She could feel it effecting her nerves already.
"The Dean's secretary? Really? I would've pegged her for a messy divorce, at the very least."
She laughed again. The secretary was counter to all that a sectary should be: old, over-weight, and a spinster. The idea of her marrying was laughable. Of course, there is always the tiny chance that she was married. She pointed to the book.
"Do you mind if I let my fingers walk? Or are you afraid of letting the power spread away?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 7:58 am
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"I put it out there so you can peruse at your leisure." His pocket watch began to chime and he stood opened his safe and pulled out a massive zip lock bag. It was filled to the top with coke and he set it on a scale. It was perfect and he bundled it up and walked to the door at the same time there was three knocks. Draco opened the door enough to pull it a duffel and pass out the zip lock. He closed the door and opened the duffel. There was some money and chemicals and lab equipment. He started adding the chemicals to the ongoing experiments and setting up the new equipment.
"A request was made. I'm to make a psychotropic, my first attempt at such a thing. Something that will force a person to hallucinate to an extreme degree. Full neuron hijacking. Payout, sixty five grand." Draco didn't tell her that he had just three weeks to make the drug.
"So if it was your birthday what would you want?" Draco had already spied a few things to get her while on the net. Now though he wanted to get her input so he could get the right thing.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 9:19 am
Amelia Valentine
Amelia didn't look up from the Black Book as Draco made his exchanged. It was fascinating. Everything from extortion to the occasional rape charge to serious drug usage problems. She flipped slowly from staff member to staff member, half expecting to see a ***** among them. She paused on the Dean, raising an eyebrow at Draco's choice of pictures for her page: a half-naked barely covered slip of a girl who looked like she was still in her teens stared back at Amelia.
"Low concentrations of nitrogen and oxygen are a good start. Use some LSD as a base. Where'd you get this picture of her? She was a real looker in her youth."
Amelia thought silently on what she wished for. A girl who had everything needed to think about something she wanted. She shrugged.
"I don't really know. Jewelry is always a good start. And I do like personalized things. You know, made from the heart. Corny s**t, like that."
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 3:00 pm
Invictus Draconius Kalsidius VI
"It is her picture from Playboy UK. She was the centerfold, but I liked that one more. The reason it is in there, she was sixteen and told the magazine she was eighteen. If I were to let that slip she would be brought before an inquiry board, have the royalties stripped for the picture and probably be sued for lying." Draco pulled out his formula book and found the one for straight Angel Dust. He picked this apart and used the part he knew was the true hallucinogen and then started to rebuild the formula.
"Homemade, and jewelry. Weird tastes. Favorite color?" Draco put on a pair of safety goggles and very large thick gloves. He began mixing, steam and smoke began to roll.
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