You're in an alley, a crowbar is being gripped tightly on both hands. In front of you is a bloodied man. Can't be older than 25, not bad in looks either, at least before you pummeled his face with the 20 pounds steel bar. "Hey, slick! You're finished or not? Me and the boys are hitting the bar tonight for some honkytonk with Sally, you know what I'm saying? Come on the lady ain't getting any younger!"Fresh blood drips from the steel tool in your possession. Eight. That's the number of times this crowbar met ol' Joe's body. He begged you to stop, but you didn't. Now he's a bleedin' pile of mess by the pavement. Hopefully he won't die. He still owes your boss some money after all."Hey!", Lyle's voice streak through the rain and thunder. He's getting impatient.Taking a deep breath, you walk slowly to a Yellow Ford Mustang. Lyle, on the driver's seat, points his thumb backward to the passenger's seat, though the rain makes it hard to see. Just before you reach for the door handle, lightning strikes and a flash of light was reflected on the glass. Faintly after the near-blinding light fade, what you saw is reflected...>A young man, presumably just out of high school.>An adult in his mid 20s, hints of youth still present.>Mid to early 30s, gruff but not past his prime just yet.
>>3353256>>A young woman, presumably just out of high school
>>3353256>A young man, presumably just out of high school.
>>3353256>An adult in his mid 20s, hints of youth still present.
>>3353267+1>>3353542Never been mugged by a girl?
>>3353267>>3353532>>3355921>>3356174Its a girl, vibrant youth still displayed in her face though her beauty is marred with a scar streaking downwards on a side of her chin. Well, that and the splotches of blood here and there.Opening the car door, you're met with a couple of other individuals that you do not recognize aside from Lyle. One is a white bald heavyset man wearing a pair of jeans and a dirty white t-shirt. Another is a man with Asiatic features, wearing a grey green hoodie and a baseball cap on his head. Lyle, on the driver seat, had his hair neatly gelled back. A black leather jacket was donned on his body, with a red t-shirt underneath.You notice the fat man sleazily eyeing you as you pull back your shoulder length black hair to dry. The Chinese (?) man on the other hand had been sitting motionlessly for a few minutes now, his focus on the road unbroken. Lyle did not say anything about bringing anyone besides you to meet the boss tonight. What gives?>Ask Lyle on who these freaks are>Keep quiet. There's probably a reason for this>Pull out a knife on the fat boy, show'em who's boss>Look suggestively at the sleazebag. Let him think you're interested
>>3356583>>Ask Lyle on who these freaks are
>>3356598>>3356606"Hey, Lyle. I thought I'm the only one you're bringing to the Boss tonight? Who're these bozos? What gives?"Your two fellow passengers seems unaffected by your line of questioning. Lyle laughs it off before answering."Plan's changed baby doll, don't you worry your pretty little face off. Last minute arrangement, as they say it, eh? The Boss wants to talk with these 2 and told me to pick them up. Conveniently I need to pick you up at the same time too."Lyle's car sped off through the rainy darkness of night. It is around midnight by now, yet the city's neon lights shines as bright as ever. Pubs and stripclubs are bustling with activities, hoodlums and street racers zooms past by to wherever their finish line is. Finally you reach at the biggest den of sin in this area. The Venture Pleasure club, the largest and most illustrious bar cum strip club in a 10 mile radius. A large neon sign of a woman in lingerie, enticingly shaking her legs up and down towers above the entrance."Let's go doll.", Lyle motions you to follow in, as do the other 2 men.Deafening club music sieges your ears the moment you enter. Women in less than respectable clothing swings and dance on poles, men throwing cash at them. The dance floor is not devoid of action too as coked up youngsters swing their hips like no tomorrow. Lyle talked to the bartender behind the counter but you can't hear what they say. Probably about him going to meet the boss or something. The bartender opens a door behind the counter and Lyle follows, as do you.A stair leading up reveals a much more lavish pleasure room filled with more premium whores and even more premium clients. Balding old men flanked with smoking babes and drinks served by half naked women galore. At the back-most room is a man in a suit, a stereotypical crimelord-looking man working on papers and files while smoking a cigar. A half empty bottle of whiskey sits by the edge of his table. You recognize him as the Boss, though you've only met him once in passing. It seems he wants to talk to the two strangers first, but you're welcome to peruse this premium floor of the nightclub at your leisure. Both you and Lyle are pushed out of the Boss's room. What do?>Eavesdrop on the conversation>Talk to Lyle (write in)>Get some booze>Check out the whores
>>3356707>>Check out the whores
>>3356707>Get some booze
>>3356707>>3356707>>Get some boozeSingle barrel whiskey
>>3356832>>3356845>>3356853>>3356918Yeah, what's better than a cup o' liquid happiness after a night of beating a poor sod with a crowbar. Momma would be proud.Speak of the devil and she came. After downing some whiskey served by scantily clad ladies (tabs on Lyle), your phone rings. A number labeled "MOM" flashes on your Nokia 3310. Immediately, you try to find a quieter place to respond. Finally you settled for one of the "private rooms" on this upper floor.The moment you picked up the call, your mom immediately lambasted you with her worried question. It goes back and forth from whether if you're healthy and if you have any money left. Finally she ask...>...if you have anywhere to stay. You ran from home just over a year ago.>...how your studies have been. You tricked her into thinking you signed up for a nearby community college.>...if work had been treating you well lately. You told her you're working in retail.>(Write-in)
>>3357188>...if you have anywhere to stay. You ran from home just over a year ago.
>>3357188>>...if work had been treating you well lately. You told her you're working in retail.
>>3357197>>3357207>>3357222"How's job been treating you? I've heard stories about people working in retail. You know... rude customers and all?""Of... course, yeah! Those types of customers! Yeah those do come by occasionally. shopping while we're closing and all...", you stammer through your lie, hoping that Mom wouldn't suspect anything.Just before she could say anything else, you hear the room you're in having its door slammed open."Sorry Mom, I'll call you back later.""Wait what was that noi-"BeepA drunken man in unkempt suit staggers beyond the door and closer to you, up to an uncomfortable distance. Jesus fucking... you could just smell booze and bad breath hitting your face!"Whaddya.... you're pretty cute girlsh.... how boutta some'o that good timeshh.... I hafthacashhhh....", the man slurred through his speech.The slovenly drunk man tries to grab you for a smooch, but you easily dodged his slow movements."...now dontsh be likethat.... come gimme that sweet.... sweet kissonthelipshhh..."He's not backing down it seems. What do you do?>Take him down with a lethal force. A pocket knife should do.>Rough him up, but not too much. Just enough to scare the drunk away.>Just dodge past him. You have no time for this bullshit.
>>3357237>>Just dodge past him. You have no time for this bullshit.
>>3357237>Rough him up, but not too much. Just enough to scare the drunk away.a little kick in the crotch will do
>>3357237>Just dodge past him. You have no time for this bullshit
>>3357242>>3357264>>3357295You've no patience for this shit. Easily, you duck under his second grabbing attempt. The drunken man seems to be angry at this and gave chase."Youlookingsh.... down onmeareya? I'll shows ya you little slutss...."He staggers forward just a bit faster than before, but by then you've already reached the door. Before he can do anything, you slammed the door right into his face. A faint "oof" can be heard and the sound of body hitting the cold floor follows."Hey! Whatcha doing in there doll?"Lyle popped out of nowhere. It seems that the Boss is done talking to whoever the two men were and now granting you audience."Now I know you're nervous and all baby girl, but let me tell ya the boss is cool. Cooler than ice you hear me? Just don't disrespect him or nothing and we'll be okay."Lyle seems intent on having you make a good first impression in front of the boss, and its hard to doubt his goodwill. After all, you....>....were his ex-girlfriend. The relationship didn't work out though the two of you broke up in good terms. At least he found you this gig.>....saved his ass. He owes his life to you on more than one occasion.>....are his cousin. Lyle is your uncle's son on your father's side and the two of you were close since childhood.
>>3357365>>....saved his ass. He owes his life to you on more than one occasion.
>>3357365>....were his ex-girlfriend. The relationship didn't work out though the two of you broke up in good terms. At least he found you this gig.
>>3357365>....saved his ass. He owes his life to you on more than one occasion.
>>3357365>>....were his ex-girlfriend. The relationship didn't work out though the two of you broke up in good terms. At least he found you this gig
>>3357388>>3357463>>3357468“Come on Lyle. I’ve come out of shit harder than this, and all the while dragging your sorry ass. Give me a break!”“Yeah, babe but still. Ya don’t want to step on someone’s shoes once you get this deep into the gig, ya feel me? Big favors goes a long way, and so does small slights.”Shaking your head on the worrywart, you stepped into the room. The big and scary, cigar chomping Boss is massaging his head in exasperation before waving away the two men previously brought in by Lyle. Regaining his composure, the Boss greets you.“Good evening Miss…. Alex Cunningham. Huh. Yes Miss Alex. I must say I expected Lyle to bring in a man, no offense. Of course, your employment will still be formalized as planned do not worry. After all, you’ve proven yourself an asset enough.”The Boss is interested in personally having you work for him is because you have done him a great service intentionally or unintentionally. The reason for your sudden raise is…>You helped destroy “merchandises” of upstart dealers setting shop in his turf>You assisted in returning the gang's drugs from a deal gone sour>Giving a heads up on a police raid on one of the gang’s warehouses
>>3357790>You helped destroy “merchandises” of upstart dealers setting shop in his turfBurning a couple million dollars in cocaine and pot pallets sends one hell of a message to the wannabes
>>3357790>You helped destroy “merchandises” of upstart dealers setting shop in his turf
>>3357790>>>You helped destroy “merchandises” of upstart dealers setting shop in his turf
>>3357803>>3357815>>3357836>>3359339It all began with a simple gang shootout. Some latinos in other gang's stripes are raising shit. They got uppity, marking streets as their territories and such. So, you and your other gang members drove into their hood and committed a drive-by as warning. Retaliation from one side to another occurs back and forth for a few days straight. By chance, you encountered one of their warehouses. Some gasoline and cigarettes here and there, and boom."I do like people he takes incentive Miss Alex, especially in my favor. Though I must insist, follow orders before anything else when you're working for me. Lyle here had quite a few infractions that costed me some pretty pennies, and he paid dearly for it."The young man broke cold sweat. No wonder he's so adamant on keeping attitude in front of the Boss. He's already on his bad side."Here. A bonus. There'll be more later. Consider this payment for your services the other day. There'll be more later. If you don't have anything to say, I'd like to be left alone for a moment Miss Alex. You too Lyle."An envelope bulging with what presumable is thick wads of solid cash was handed to you. Lyle's eyes looked like it's just about to pop out of its socket leering at your pay. Of course, the two of you walked out as to not offend him. Its 3 past midnight, and yet the hedonistic activities of the night club isn't dying down any time soon.Lyle's gone for a drink, and some companionship with one of the dancers here named Sally (not her real name). Checking the envelope, there's around fifty stacks of hundreds in it, making your heart skip a beat. It takes months to collect scraps from watching out for the gang's dealers for barely a quarter of this! What will you do for the rest of the night?>Retire to bed>Join up with Lyle before going home>Drink some more>Call Mom
>>3359712>>Join up with Lyle before going home>>Drink some moreWe should send Mom a few hundreds in the morning, being a good daughter and all.
>>3359712>Join up with Lyle to drink some more before going homeI"m Alex James! Hah hah hah. LYLE MURPHEY WHOMP HAHA UNITY!
>>3359712>>Retire to bed
>>3359726>>3359727>>3359807>>3359821Yeah, a few more rounds of drinks couldn't hurt right?In one of the many personal seats lining up the club's ground floor's stripper section, Lyle and the aforementioned Sally, who's in a seductive skimpy clothing are making out. On a table in front of them are a few bottles of whiskey, one empty, one half-empty and another still sealed. You helped yourself to the half-empty one."Hey, Alex. Good job on your pay check yeah? Say, how about treating me to a drink and all, seein' as your pocket's loaded.", Lyle said, taking a break from Sally on his lap."Go to hell Lyle.""Eh, worth a try.", and he got back to doing his business with the stripper.After finishing the bottle, you're already feeling light headed. Lyle's sharing the full bottle with the doll on him, laughing and flirting. "Say Sally, baby girl. How 'bout ya be my girl yeah? You don't need to work all night like this no more if that's the case?""Sorry love, I've got other plans of my own. And I'm leaving this place soon. My debt here's settled, and I'm going back home, to my parents. Can't have none chaining me down here no more.", the sultry voice of Sally echoes.Lyle seems disheartened, but lets go of the topic. He's been a frequent patron of the lady, and the news sets him to indulge for the last few times. Thinking you have enough, you walked back home. The trip back is blurry, you think you bumped into a person or two. The next morning... well evening, you're lying on the rug with a head splitting migraine. its around 6 p.m. right now. What do you do?>Call Mom>Rest for a few more hours >Make a really late lunch. You're hungry
>>3360078>Call MomYou should put a trip on barkeep
>>3360078>>Call Mom>>Make a really late lunch. You're hungry
>>3360078>Call Mom>Make a really late lunch. You're hungry
>>3360078>Check if you still have money.
>>3360081>>3360119>>3360132>>3360154Tumbling down to the showers, you cleaned yourself off the sweat and odor accumulated from yesterday. Your dirty clothes are dumped at the bathroom's corner. It smells fishy. You better get to doing your laundry soon.After changing to something more comfortable (a tank top and a pair of shorts), you pull out a frying pan and start frying some eggs and bacon, enough to fill you up until dinner. While you're eating, you dialed Mom's number up. It seems she tried to call you during the afternoon, but you're still unconscious then.Of course, you're barraged yet again with worried tone of your mother. What happened last night, why you didn't pick up the phone earlier today, yada yada... "No, I'm fine mom. It's okay. Say, I've just got a.... raise earlier this week and a bonus. And I'm thinking of send-"The money. You're immediately struck with a grim realization. It's till tucked away in your jacket right? You of course put the phone down abruptly and raced for the jacket you wore yesterday.Praying to Jesus or Buddha or whatever higher power in your mind currently, you start checking every pockets. Finally....You found it!"What was that dear? You seem to be panicking all of a sudden?", your mom's voice echoes through your Nokia 3310. "N-nothing. I was planning on sending some of my bonus your way soon.""Oh, don't bother, dear. We're doi-""I know you guys are, Mom. Just....""I understand, dear. Thank you. Oh, and do come home sometimes. We miss you..."Beep!Slinking down on your couch, taking a deep sigh, you ponder whether you want to come back home or not. Your relationship with your family, aside from your mom had been.... complicated, for a lack of a better word. Maybe you will, but not in the near future.Finishing what's left of the bacon and egg, you switched on the TV and watched the news. Suddenly, your phone starts ringing. It's Lyle. What do you do?>I don't have time for this shit. Ignore it.>Why not? Surely he won't ask you for more inane favors?
>>3360184>Why not? Surely he won't ask you for more inane favors
>>3360184>>I don't have time for this shit. Ignore it.
>>3360184>>Why not? Surely he won't ask you for more inane favors?We could say no
>>3360184>I don't have time for this shit. Ignore it.
>>3360241+1, also we could have invited him a drink
>>3360184>Why not? Surely he won't ask you for more inane favors?
>>3360184He killed the stripper, didn't he?
>>3361847He pissed the boss again
>>3360198>>3360202>>3360241>>3361015>>3361069>>3361492>>3361513>>3361593With a deep sigh, you resigned to your fate and answered the call, hoping for the best."Hey, Lyle. What's the haps-""Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Alex! I need you here now! Oh god, why...""Whoa, take a chill pill, Lyle. Tell me what happened, slowly. In English.""She's dead, Alex! Dead! I'll kill that sonuva....""Whoa, what's dead now? Where are you?""Olive Street, 6th Avenue! She's not breathing Alex what should I do?"All the while, you've already jumped out of your sofa and put on your leather jacket and jeans, sprinting out of your apartment and for the nearest bus."Oh god, Alex what should I do? I can't feel her pulse!"Lyle's voice turns more desperate each second. The bus you're on won't reach there in anotehr 15 minutes or so! Do you give him any advice?>Tell him to do CPR>"Call 911 then you retard!"
>>3362359CPR it is. We don't know what happened exactly and we are no rat.
>>3362359>Tell him to do CPROh Lyle you fool. If she dies the boss ain't gonna get you out of this.
>>3362359>CPRBring the heat down when we can avoid it? Fuck no.
>>3362359>>Tell him to do CPR
>>3362364>>3362368>>3362386"Goddamnit Lyle, do her a CPR then! I'm not your fuckin' mom!""Okay, okay! I'm just.... I'm panicking okay? Fuck alright! Cool... cool like ice..."Beep!The call was cut off. You fidget uncomfortably along the trip, uneasy of this sudden emergency. When you arrive, you saw one house with it's door wide open, and Lyle's yellow Mustang parked right in front. You sprint inside, and at the living room is your friend sitting in fetal position and a woman sprawling unmoving on the floor.It's Sally. "Alex, I.... I tried pushing her chest, blowing air into her mouth. Nothin' works man! Oh Sally, why..."On the stripper you found some peculiar items. Her left arm have some kind of rope tied tightly around it. Beside her are empty packets of.... something. Flipping her body, you finally found the last clue to this mystery. Needles. Sally OD'd. Meth most likely. "Lyle, look at this. Needles. Sally overdosed on meth I think? She's an addict?""Wha- Yes, but she said she stopped months ago? Wait, I knew it! That rat! I'll rip his skin off and-""Whoa, chill. One thing at a time. Sally's dead, no bringing her back. Question is, what are we going to do now? Somebody'll notice the body soon enough."Yeah, what are you going to do? Lyle's liable to be suspected for Sally's death at this rate.>Bury the body... somewhere>Lyle seems to know who's responsible. Let's go with that>Call the cops. Being the one discovering the body might push off suspicion off him
>>3362471>Lyle seems to know who's responsible. Let's go with thatIf Lyle knows who killed his pet stripper we might as well help him out
>>3362471>>Bury the body... somewhere>>Lyle seems to know who's responsible. Let's go with thatThe body still needs to be disposed, somewhere.
>>3362471Leave the body be, her getting OD is not anyones fault. Let's get the fucker with Lyle
>>3362471>Lyle seems to know who's responsible. Let's go with that
>>3362471>>Call the cops. Being the one discovering the body might push off suspicion off him
>>3362471>>Lyle seems to know who's responsible. Let's go with that
Welp guys, have to wrap up the thread here. Will continue later this weekend hopefully. Have a good one, and thank you for tuning in
>>3364395Thanks for running qm, are you going to archive this?
>>3364419I'll be doing it later
Last post. lolHAH Got'em