Negotiations With Teeth
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ticktockgrinDwayne hates this part of the act. He's pulled just about every con in the game at some time or another, some of them enough times to do them blind without a moment's warning, but this one? It never gets easier, even with the amount of trust involved.
Art items, money, contraband luxuries of all sorts, even drugs and weapons? Sure. Humans? That's one thing he can't stomach.
Next to him, Mira is just as calm as he is, probably calmer because she knows the lock on her silver collar has a quick-release that will let her get it off in half a second.
She's the quickest shifter he knows, maybe because she was turned so young. She's still too damn young... But that's what makes this work so well. The fact that she can do this without losing her shit. After all she's been through she can do the job, control her wolf, and still be rational, reliable, able to have a life outside the perversion and submission that defined her teen years? It's kind of amazing.
She can hold her own, both physically and emotionally, and he can control her if things go bad. Combined with his middle-aged, refined demeanor? They make a good team, and the pack has a lot of faith in them for taking down yet another slave dealer.
He still hates it. But he smiles anyway, genial, professional, and harmless in spite of the huge boxer's build filling out his tailored suit, copper-penny hair and beard trimmed close and neat and not showing even a hint of gray in spite of his forty-five years. A middle-aged businessman, not even a bit out of place in an upscale hotel where a little money buys a lot of discretion.
And the slender young brunette with him? Well, everyone has their indulgences, and all it takes is the right price.
Art items, money, contraband luxuries of all sorts, even drugs and weapons? Sure. Humans? That's one thing he can't stomach.
Next to him, Mira is just as calm as he is, probably calmer because she knows the lock on her silver collar has a quick-release that will let her get it off in half a second.
She's the quickest shifter he knows, maybe because she was turned so young. She's still too damn young... But that's what makes this work so well. The fact that she can do this without losing her shit. After all she's been through she can do the job, control her wolf, and still be rational, reliable, able to have a life outside the perversion and submission that defined her teen years? It's kind of amazing.
She can hold her own, both physically and emotionally, and he can control her if things go bad. Combined with his middle-aged, refined demeanor? They make a good team, and the pack has a lot of faith in them for taking down yet another slave dealer.
He still hates it. But he smiles anyway, genial, professional, and harmless in spite of the huge boxer's build filling out his tailored suit, copper-penny hair and beard trimmed close and neat and not showing even a hint of gray in spite of his forty-five years. A middle-aged businessman, not even a bit out of place in an upscale hotel where a little money buys a lot of discretion.
And the slender young brunette with him? Well, everyone has their indulgences, and all it takes is the right price.
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Date: 2014-12-24 11:53 am (UTC)-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Normally Josh would be at least somewhat aware of his state of undress and the attention it's drawing, but he's just punchy enough still not to really notice or care. Not that he'd care even if he were operating at full capacity, or at least, not that he'd care in a bad way. He's been managing to enjoy the (sadly, fully clothed) view himself as it is, and the idea of the appreciation being reciprocated wouldn't go amiss.
Right now, though, it's the prospect of stretching out on that bed--a bed that'll actually accommodate his full height without having to curl into a ball or let his feet dangle off the end--that appeals the most. Though, man, at the comment about the bed his eyes flick back to Dwayne, quick enough that he wobbles a bit on his feet for just a moment, and he blinks a couple times before he cracks a cockeyed half smile. Because no way he's lucky enough the guy meant that the way it sorta sounded... and even if he did it's not really the time or place. Though, man, now his minds firmly in the gutter.
"Yeah, you paid for the room, I might as well get your money's worth, right?" And he drapes his shirt over the back of a chair before settling on the edge of the bed and then carefully stretching out. "Oh man, it's almost worth getting clocked to be able to stretch out without me feet hanging off the end." He directs another bright, almost boyish smile Dwayne's way, and it's pretty clear he's legitimately enthused about that simple luxury. But it's been a heck of a long time since he slept in a bed that's actually big enough for him, and there's no reason not to enjoy the simple pleasures when the opportunity arises.
He rolls carefully onto his side, ice pack abandoned for now, and his smile fades to something sleepy and warm. God he's tired. "Plenty of room if you finish up an' wanna crash for a while too," he murmurs, and his eyes are slipping shut as he pats the bed behind him in demonstration. "Be pretty tacky t'monopolize your bed an' all," he adds, but it's trailing off to the point of almost being a mumble... clearly he's either not worried about his safety around Dwayne, or he's just too tired and loopy to care still. Either way, he's asleep in pretty short order.