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yo any of u kno stuff like accountin n shit?
not like bookies lil black note books n how much 4 a teenth or a 8ball
actual legit bean counting accounting
4 business

speaking of
any1 got experence getting set up w a place 4 a shop??
nvr rly needed a place 2 sell shit b4
usually just had dudes pick out shit frm a car trunk u kno



ps, still got the car trunk thing goin if any1 wants 2 buy a piece
aka guns im selling guns
knives still 2
its legal ok i got papers just need a shop so
ghetto car trunk discount, 15% off

[ also drugs. the less legal part. that he will not say anything about on the network. shh. ]

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Couple, yeah. [ mickey nods, slouching back in his chair and giving a shrug. ] I can move whatever I get.

[ it isn't his first rodeo, and there's always a market for drugs, anywhere. you could be in washington dc and you'd still have people lining up for weed. with the previous jesse, he'd been professional. got his share, moved it, brought profits back in clean, counted, organized bills in a timely manner, ready for the next batch. didn't try to sample produce - he'd buy his own from someone else, you don't mix that crap. ]

Maurtia Falls is the easiest place to sell, but the most obvious too. [ in case jesse hasn't gotten the feel for the cities yet. ] Your shit's kinda got a big corner of the market right now.

[heisenbitch]

[ Maurtia Falls. Jesse files that piece of info away in his mind. ]

I'm sure it is. [ Replied with simple acknowledgement, no bragging but no downplaying it, either. He's not surprised the product has cornered the market, especially knowing how well he himself can cook it. 96.1% purity. (Jesse is not yet aware that Kavinsky is actually the one manufacturing right now.) Mr. White's product is top quality, and would be top quality no matter where it sells.

But it does have Jesse thinking... If this kid moving two ounces a week, that means there are many others out there likely moving about the same. Which means either he cooked a huge batch that's lasted all this time to distribute... or someone else is manufacturing. Knowing how fast this product sells, Jesse is hinging his bets on the latter. Which makes him... well. Uneasy. Because if there's someone else cooking, who the hell is it?

He shifts on the seat, facing Mickey a little more. ]

Tell you what. I'm gonna need a guy I can trust to help me iron out the details. Figure out who's who, where our turf is, who distributing, that kinda thing. Just so I can get a handle on the situation. Think you'd be the kinda guy I could trust with that kind of responsibility?

[ Jesse does a very Gus thing of peering straight into Mickey's eyes, like he's needling Mickey's soul while also seeming to appeal to him, figuring him out, putting him on the spot. Observing him closely. ]

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[ he's looking at him like a principal and it's freaking mickey out a little.

if he hadn't just promised to stop being an asshole for five minutes, and if the guy eyeballing him wasn't running a huge drug ring full of superheroes, there would probably be a 'what the fuck are you looking so hard at' right here. but he did, and he is. so, mickey just meets his eyes over his cigarette, one brow slightly cocked.

it's a golden opportunity, and those don't get handed out without price tags, not in this business, so mickey's considering him as well. how much he wants to trust this, trust jesse. trying to figure the bad of it, what way he could get screwed by taking the offer. if the gain is worth the risk. in the end, he lets out a long stream of exhales smoke, leans forward and taps off the ass into an empty soda can, before answering. ]

Yeah. I can handle that for you. [ mickey nods, seeming assured in it, confident. and, on a lighter note - ] Can't promise you this 'don't be an asshole' thing's gonna last much longer than today, though.

[ he has a condition, okay?? ]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse's attention on Mickey doesn't waiver. He hears that lighter note of Mickey's loud and clear - Jesse doesn't expect him to be a good two shoes just because Jesse has asked this favour of him. However, he does want to know: ]

What're you being paid?

[ Jesse can guess the rough estimate, though he wants to hear it from Mickey. ]

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[ this jesse, at first, seemed a lot more chill than the one he'd met before, less stoic, but mickey's starting to see the similarities line up. ]

About two grand a week. Standard rate, far as I know.

[ if he was getting cheated out of something, he didn't know from the few other dealers he'd run into. ]

[heisenbitch]

Five grand. For your time, your trouble and your loyalty. To me, and me only. Starting this week. This means you report to me and nobody else. If in a month's time you've proven to me that you're solid, we'll discuss a promotion.

[ That Gus-like, intensely scrutinising gaze levelled on Mickey still hasn't waivered. ]

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[ not just doubled, that's like overtime pay every day. not that mickey knows anything about overtime pay, as he has only ever worked one legit job ever, and it was paid cash. he resisting letting out a low whistle, instead nodding, like he's considering the number and approving. ]

You and you only. Got it, boss. [ and seeing as he hasn't let his gaze go this entire time, despite how unnerving it is, mickey now looks down at an invisible watch that would be on his wrist if he ever wore watches, as if checking that 5 minute timer. yeap, 'bout that time. ]

One condition, though. I'm gonna need you to stop staring like you're thinking of cannibalizing me.

[heisenbitch]

Just making sure we understand each other, is all.

[ That Jesse is the boss, and that Mickey is not to fuck him around. But just like that, Jesse eases off, shoulders relaxing a little, intense gaze on Mickey turning into somewhat more laid back, idle curiosity. ]

But just so you know, I only cannibalise people who screw me and my guys over. I promise.

hurrr hurr andyr joke hurr

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I get it. Trust me. [ despite his jackassery, this is said with sincerity. harsh and mean and criminal as mickey is, he's never been much of a liar, too loud mouthed and proud fo it maybe, but it's clear when he means something. ] You gotta be fuckin' suicidal to try screwing the chief over, and I ain't that.

[ no thanks, he's not looking to get hunted down by thugs with super powers, let alone thugs in general. but that business handled, mickey's happy to relax into chilled out conversation again, leaning back and getting comfy in his chair as he snorts a laugh at this cannibal thought. ]

You say that like it's funny but I'd bet hard cash there's some crazy motherfuckers in this business filing their teeth like piranhas trying to chomp a bitch.