A drink and some drugs

April 6, 2012 in RP by Hibiki

Hibiki: “Demetra, was it?”

Demetra Holtz lifts her head as a cab parks itself by the side of the terminal. She checks her specs while giving Hibiki a neutral face, unable to find a way to react, “Yes, and you’re Hibiki, right?” A twitch of a smile forms.

Hibiki bows as a reply. “Hibiki Ochs. Local miscreant.”

Demetra Holtz snickers, “That’s good to know.” There was a tone of light flirtation. “Right, I actually need to stop by later. I’ve run out of products.”

Hibiki: “Ah.  Apparently you also know what I do.  Perhaps a drink would be in order?”   Hibiki gestures to the bar. “I’m sure I could help you more if I knew a little about you.”

“Ah-yeah, I could use a drink, Mr. Ochs.”

“Good good, come. ”

Hibiki calls over the android server.  “What is your poison today, Demetra?”

Demetra taps her upper thighs in a light beat before replying, “I just like simple vodka. Screw driver for tonight, please?” She takes off her glasses to show off her pleading doe eyes.

“And a gin and tonic for me,” he says, dimissing the droid with a wave. He straightens his coat, and checks his cuffs. “So tell me Demetra, what is it you do?”

Demetra dips her fingertips into the front pocket of her jacket, pulling out a holo card, “I work with the Hauer-Bosch company.”

Hibiki takes the card, turning it over in his fingertips carefully. “The shipping firm? I was unaware they had a satellite office here in Hangars Liquides,” He studies the card a few moments longer. “I assume you don’t unload the barges.”

Demetra raises her shoulders as she nods, “Yeah, I’m like the manager for this branch, but I go by Chief..” She fumbles with her wavy curls, “I know, it’s not an exciting job.”

Hibiki pockets the card, watching the girl professionally fidgeting next to him with a careful eye. His lips curve into a thin smile. “Kacho, we’ll call you then. And kacho, managing at Hauer-Bosch is no small feat. You must be well educated…” and then he adds, with a quieter edge “And well connected…”

Demetra notices their drinks arrive and carefully grabs hers, sipping at it to test out the quality but doesn’t share her opinion. “Networking is what I’m good at. Although, that depends.. Are you enjoying this girl’s company?”

Hibiki takes the drink and sips it. He can’t taste anything, entirely by choice, and the liquid is stored for later disposal. When in Rome. “I am, yes,” he says with his best toothy smile. “Is that how you network with everyone? Entertain them first?”

Demetra adds, “Well, if we’re talking about you, it seems that way.” The rest of her drink is downed, wanting to get that buzz; thank goodness for the cabs nearby. “Actually, I just try to make a relationship with others.”

Hibiki nods, sipping again. “It’s a good way to do business. Is business good?”

Demetra orders another drink while turning to rest her side against the sofa, facing Hibiki in a more comfortable fashion, “Oh yes, a pretty good start, since we just began the branch. I’m hoping it’ll be one of the hot topics in other people’s conversations.”

“Some people say Hauer-Bosch has got nasty skeletons in their closet..Some dubious practices.  You wouldn’t be mixed up in any of that, of course…”

“Of course not. Like I said, we’re a new store.”

Hibiki nods, smiling and drinking. As he lined up rumors with facts the big picture was slowly painting itself. “So when you’re not working…you like to do what?  I assume that’s why you’ve been referred to me.”

Demetra lifts her new glass to him, “I like to drink and enjoy my free time. I like my guilty pleasures as much as anyone else.”

“For me vice is a full time job,” he says, swirling his drink and finishing it. “I exist to provide it.”

Demetra giggles then covers her mouth and sighs before saying, “You must be dedicated.” Her empty glass is taken away by the droid.

Hibiki bows his head, flourishing his hand. “Someone has to. It’s nice to operate in a city free of the usual chaff to wade through as well…no cameras, no cops, no tax…”

Demetra parts her lips, “Mm, that’s a good sign for me to double the pay of my security.”

“Paranoid corporate talk.  The streets are as safe as the boardroom, if you know how to behave.”

“I’m new. Maybe I could find someone who could give me a few hints on how to behave.”

Hibiki turns to face her, his wrapped head cocking to the side slightly. “Oh? And you’d have me leading this class, I assume.”

Demetra Holtz tries to mask her intrigue by smiling, then pulls her shades back on, “If you’re volunteering..”

Hibiki shakes his head.  “I know about as much as this city as you. The rest of it is just keeping your eyes open and having a sense of humor.  Class dismissed.”

Demetra Holtz ‘s laugh indicates that she caught on to his joke quite well, but it was probably the drinking that helped, “Ha, that is the best lesson I’ve ever had.”

“Wow, you must have had shitty educators.”  Hibiki stands. “Are you looking to make a purchase, kacho?”

Demetra Holtz stands with him, “Yeah..I’d like to see what you have.”

“I’ll take you to my apartment.”  Hibiki fastens his coat and slides his hands into his pockets.

“Do I need to be blind folded?”
“No.  I share a squat in an abandoned NovaSEC corporate lodging facility with a local girl…Djehan?”

And as they walked, Hibiki told her the story of his arrival in Hangars Liquides, of meeting his current roommate.  He wondered, as they walked, if she had noticed through the booze that he was a full body cyborg.  Her wandering eyes betrayed a hidden energy this corporate butterfly was keeping locked away. This city could be infectious to those looking to take risks, however…and before too long he was quietly wondering if she’d been sent to do more than just buy drugs.  After a short walk through empty streets, they came to the door of the shared apartment.

Demetra Holtz makes her way into the room from behind him, eyeing the couch and cigarettes, “How can you not be with your room mate? You like women, don’t you?”

Hibiki settles in, removing his jacket and draping it across the chair in front of the terminal. He immediately lights a pipe, ready packed, sitting on the small end table. “By now I know well enough not to shit where I eat,” he said, a bald-faced lie, “And as for liking women of course I do, but I know when and exactly how much to like them too.”

Demetra Holtz shakes her head in some disapproval and drapes her own jacket on the counter of the bar then finds a nice place to sit, in the more darker corner of the couch. “I see. Thanks for the drinks earlier.”

Hibiki offers her the pipe. “Business ethics demanded I offer tribute upon our meeting. It was what had to happen. Now though…now we talk about what I do.”

Demetra Holtz takes a couple of hits, getting a little flushed in the face as she hands it back to him. After a moment, she exhales and pulls back her hair, “Mm, if you’d like to tell me, then go ahead.”

Hibiki nods in approval at her smoking skills. “I sell drugs, hard to find liquors and spirits, artwork and gemstones.”

Demetra perks up when he says gemstones; never hear that too often, “I do love jewelry.. I’d wear pounds of it, if the occasion asks for it..” She sinks into the corner, then asks, “Can I see some of those? And..some music would be great. Sorry if I’m a bad guest, I can be a little demanding.”

Hibiki stands, wirelessly accessing the media screen across the room to play some quiet electronica. “One moment.” He crosses the room and vanishes…returning a minute later with a black case.

Demetra says as he enters back into the room, quite casually, “I always thought about dressing up as a slave girl, with those silks and have a head dress with lots of bangles and cuffs..I’d shine in all the right places.”

Hibiki opens the case, displaying a grid of gems seperated by color.

Demetra perks her brows to the gems of colors and types and definitely doesn’t hide her joy of seeing them, “I love you collection, Mr. Ochs.”

“Take your time,” Hibiki passes her the case. “Financing is available.”

Demetra settles it in her lap as her eyes examine them, “…” she closes it before the screaming in her head told her to buy the pink one. “Mm, I’ll have to come back to you when business is hot.”

“Ahhhh, no worries of course.”

Demetra slides the case towards him reluctantly and touches her bare neck while looking up at him, “May I also see the drugs you carry? I mean, I’m more of a..” she mumbles the rest of her sentence.

Hibiki smiles, taking the case back.and replacing it with another. This one is filled with small, plastic baggies. Each baggie has a small sample. Each sample is a different narcotic.  “Marijuana, cocaine, ecstasy…or the more exotic tastes.  And if I don’t have it, I can get it.”

Demetra Holtz tilts her head and clears her throat, “Nice.”  She asks in her soft voice, “Vicodin? Can I buy that from you?”

“Third row in, from the right. Second slot down,” he says, gesturing at the box. “I actually have a synthetic that’s really, really great. Off market Chinese…practically local.  But very good”

“May I sample it?”

“Of course.  Take the baggie.”

Demetra goes ahead and takes it as permitted and closes the case, “Mm, this is going to make me feel so great..results may vary, right?” She snickers.

Hibiki laughs. “I think you’ll be fine.”

Demetra stands from the couch and shakes the box a little bit, “Mm, I think I just started dealer ship here.”

“Good!”  Hibiki applauds.  “This is good. You can work for me.”

Demetra thought it was the toxins in her system and she misheard, but no he was pretty clear, “Work for you, Mr. Ochs?” Her eyes fall on the box then to him, knowing where this is going, “You want to be the skeletons in my closet?”

“Speaking candidly, Hauer-Bosch has enough already.”  Hibiki holds out his hand for the case. “I doubt I’d really add all that much to your plate.”

Demetra Holtz grimaces as she hands him the case and has a moment ot take the pills, then replying after a swallow, “Ah, I don’t see much of an issue. What am I getting in this deal? Vicodin?”

Hibiki laughs out loud, a full laugh. “You’re not actually going to work for me? Right? I mean, not only will I not let you work for me, but you are most certainly not someone I would hire to sell.  Just do me the favor of telling people where you got it, and we’ll call it square on your first order.”

Demetra now believes she definitely heard him wrong, “Right, haha, this is why I’m sober at work.” She touches the side of her face, “I’m too pretty to sell that stuff on the streets..”

“I agree,” Hibiki says, relaxing into the smoke. “Better just sticking to whatever it is you do.”

Demetra sighs through her parted lips, “Oh yes, I’ll stick with it till I’m old and weathered.” She maneuvers herself around him but feels lost, “Mm, where is your bathroom?”

Hibiki points to a door by the bar.

Demetra Holtz disappears for about fifteen minutes and returns to the couches, looking relaxed, “Sorry, I had to make sure that I still looked this hot.”

Hibiki has been relaxing, rolling joints patiently. “No worries. Is there anything else I can do for you today?”

Demetra can hear his professional tone and gestures towards the entrance, “I guess I’m good and hooked. You’re a wonderful business man. You just got yourself another client.” A chuckle escapes her, hugging onto herself and closes her eyes, losing track of time.

Hibiki stands, courteously follows her to the front door.  “And here…my card,” Hibiki hands her his own holocard.

Demetra stands at the door and takes his card then realises and grabs her jacket real quick, then uses her free arm to give him a friendly side hug, “Oh, thank you, Mr. Ochs.I had a really good time.”

Hibiki is a little surprised at the hug, raising his arms as she moved in. He smiles though, and bows as she steps back.  “It was my pleasure, Demetra. Do take care in the city.”

“Thank you, I will.”

And the door closed behind her.  Hibiki turned back to the large bank of windows, unlit joint in hand.  He lit it, planting his palms on the window sill and watched the girl walk away from the building, off into the Hangars Liquides night.  The thin smoke curled off the end of the joint, dulling the glow of the neon lights.

She gave me a fucking hug? The tapestry that was Demetra in his mind was very strange to behold.  Up until that moment he had her number: Repressed corporate dog, closet narcissist, bad at coping but good at performing.  The hug threw it all off.  He frowned, the joint almost completely gone now.  Sex was one thing, but hugs reeked of daddy issues, of new business tactics he may be unfamiliar with.  Demetra was a customer and a walking advertisement, but he  staunchly promised himself not to encourage a friendship any deeper than the one they’d established in the past two hours.  One wrong motion could ruin and entire future of profits.  I miss handshakes.

The information was starting to pile up, and the pieces were assembling on the board.  Hangars Liquides was slowly giving up its secrets and Hibiki was there to catch them all.  If Hauer-Bosch really was in the city full force then he could expect some business…and probably a little more.  He put out the joint.