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[#011] I Feel a Change on the Rise (Original)
Theme Prompt: #011 - Interview
Title: I Feel a Change on the Rise
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 817
Summary: Walking in to a situation like this is often balancing on the razor’s edge of a very, very thin razor.
Walking in to a situation like this is often balancing on the razor’s edge of a very, very thin razor.
This isn’t Gale’s first rodeo, and it hopefully won’t be his last, but he knows he needs to play these things so carefully, almost as though he’s not trying to do it at all. He knows he has the credentials, that his backstory is bulletproof as far as anything this group may have access to, and that he likely won’t be called out for being a cop on his first approach. At the same time, “not being a cop” isn’t exactly the only qualification they’re looking for.
If they don’t like him, they won’t take him. He has to be charming, he has to be capable, and he has to not give them any reason to want to shoot him. Those are three very separate things, and a failure at any one of them is enough to tip them over the edge and him out of this operation. That is the last thing his career needs.
He makes his way into the bar, eyeing the patrons around them with a brief, curious eye, before turning and heading towards the bar where his contact was sitting. He moves to sit on the stool next to him and orders a beer. The room is full of big, burly bikers, some of them armed, some not, and he makes a mental note of it, before nudging Harley’s shoulder with on hand.
“He here yet?”
“Shit,” Harley swears as he looks over at him. “You actually showed?”
“Did you think we wouldn’t?” Gale’s eyebrows raise out of curiosity as he takes a pull on his beer. “Or did you forget the circumstances under which we met?”
Harley exhales slowly, pulling back just enough to get a better look at what he’s working with. “Well at least you don’t look completely useless.”
“Thank you?”
Harley sighs, before pushing off the stool and making his way towards the back room. “Alright. Let’s get this bullshit over with.”
Gale smirks as he picks up his beer, before moving to follow wherever Harley’s leading. Here goes nothing.
- - - - - -
The back room of the bar is actually nicer than he expected it to be. It’s almost as though they invited their boys to tear into whatever furniture was outside in order to keep this room pristine. He lets his eyes wander, evaluating both what he’d have available to him should this go bad and where would be a good place to put a bug in the future.
“Antonio,” Harley says as the door closes behind him. “This is the guy I was telling you about, Gale.”
“Gale.” The leader’s voice is almost honeyed in the way he says his name, appraising him as though he’s a piece of meat. He shifts to lean forward, gesturing for the two men to have a seat. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re looking for here.”
“Just a little work,” he says with a small shrug. “Things have been kinda slow on my end, I could use the cash flow.”
Antonio nods, his finger running over the rim of his glass of bourbon. “The plight of most, I suppose. I have to ask, you seemed a little surprised to see me.”
“Not you, given the ‘we’ve never met’ of it all,” Gale shrug. “But more … this is nice. Most gangs I work with, they don’t keep things this nice.”
“Yes, well, I believe in taking pride in what I own,” he holds up a glass. “Would you like some bourbon? I have a lovely ’72 floating around here somewhere?”
“Oh, I’m good with the beer, but thank you. I think that sounds a little too fancy for an asshole like me.”
“Gale, worth is all in the mind of the beholder.” The phone rings on the far corner of the room, and he gestures to the half-drunk bottle of bourbon that’s sitting on the bar nearby. “Pour him a glass while I take this.”
Harley nods, getting up to pour them both a glass, and places one in front of Gale. Gale doesn’t take a sip right away, trying to keep an ear on the conversation on the phone as best he can. Most of the words are muffled, unfortunately, and he’s forced to wait until Antonio turns around again, and raises an eyebrow.
“Well? What do you think?”
“Oh. I haven’t had a chance to …”
“You should,” Antonio cuts him off before reaching into his jacket and withdrawing a heavy looking glock, aiming it right at his new guest. “Then you have some explaining to do, Officer Mortimer.”
Gale doesn’t hesitate. He knocks back the glass of bourbon with one slow swallow, before getting to his feet and doing another sweep of the room.
“Okay. This is about to get interesting.”
Title: I Feel a Change on the Rise
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 817
Summary: Walking in to a situation like this is often balancing on the razor’s edge of a very, very thin razor.
Walking in to a situation like this is often balancing on the razor’s edge of a very, very thin razor.
This isn’t Gale’s first rodeo, and it hopefully won’t be his last, but he knows he needs to play these things so carefully, almost as though he’s not trying to do it at all. He knows he has the credentials, that his backstory is bulletproof as far as anything this group may have access to, and that he likely won’t be called out for being a cop on his first approach. At the same time, “not being a cop” isn’t exactly the only qualification they’re looking for.
If they don’t like him, they won’t take him. He has to be charming, he has to be capable, and he has to not give them any reason to want to shoot him. Those are three very separate things, and a failure at any one of them is enough to tip them over the edge and him out of this operation. That is the last thing his career needs.
He makes his way into the bar, eyeing the patrons around them with a brief, curious eye, before turning and heading towards the bar where his contact was sitting. He moves to sit on the stool next to him and orders a beer. The room is full of big, burly bikers, some of them armed, some not, and he makes a mental note of it, before nudging Harley’s shoulder with on hand.
“He here yet?”
“Shit,” Harley swears as he looks over at him. “You actually showed?”
“Did you think we wouldn’t?” Gale’s eyebrows raise out of curiosity as he takes a pull on his beer. “Or did you forget the circumstances under which we met?”
Harley exhales slowly, pulling back just enough to get a better look at what he’s working with. “Well at least you don’t look completely useless.”
“Thank you?”
Harley sighs, before pushing off the stool and making his way towards the back room. “Alright. Let’s get this bullshit over with.”
Gale smirks as he picks up his beer, before moving to follow wherever Harley’s leading. Here goes nothing.
The back room of the bar is actually nicer than he expected it to be. It’s almost as though they invited their boys to tear into whatever furniture was outside in order to keep this room pristine. He lets his eyes wander, evaluating both what he’d have available to him should this go bad and where would be a good place to put a bug in the future.
“Antonio,” Harley says as the door closes behind him. “This is the guy I was telling you about, Gale.”
“Gale.” The leader’s voice is almost honeyed in the way he says his name, appraising him as though he’s a piece of meat. He shifts to lean forward, gesturing for the two men to have a seat. “Why don’t you tell me what you’re looking for here.”
“Just a little work,” he says with a small shrug. “Things have been kinda slow on my end, I could use the cash flow.”
Antonio nods, his finger running over the rim of his glass of bourbon. “The plight of most, I suppose. I have to ask, you seemed a little surprised to see me.”
“Not you, given the ‘we’ve never met’ of it all,” Gale shrug. “But more … this is nice. Most gangs I work with, they don’t keep things this nice.”
“Yes, well, I believe in taking pride in what I own,” he holds up a glass. “Would you like some bourbon? I have a lovely ’72 floating around here somewhere?”
“Oh, I’m good with the beer, but thank you. I think that sounds a little too fancy for an asshole like me.”
“Gale, worth is all in the mind of the beholder.” The phone rings on the far corner of the room, and he gestures to the half-drunk bottle of bourbon that’s sitting on the bar nearby. “Pour him a glass while I take this.”
Harley nods, getting up to pour them both a glass, and places one in front of Gale. Gale doesn’t take a sip right away, trying to keep an ear on the conversation on the phone as best he can. Most of the words are muffled, unfortunately, and he’s forced to wait until Antonio turns around again, and raises an eyebrow.
“Well? What do you think?”
“Oh. I haven’t had a chance to …”
“You should,” Antonio cuts him off before reaching into his jacket and withdrawing a heavy looking glock, aiming it right at his new guest. “Then you have some explaining to do, Officer Mortimer.”
Gale doesn’t hesitate. He knocks back the glass of bourbon with one slow swallow, before getting to his feet and doing another sweep of the room.
“Okay. This is about to get interesting.”
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Nice job creating this moment.
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