Jaco waits across the Mexican-American border for the Man to bring his new illegal lawncare worker. Jaco has been soliciting the specific skills of the Man for several months now; the Man provides him with someone new to mow the lawn that Jaco can underpay, and Jaco provides the Man with bomb lyrics for the Man's brother's record company to utilize (with Jaco get 15% of the profits). It's a mostly win-win situation. The Man grows near with another Mexican migrant in tow. Jaco folds his arms impatiently and shouts out, "Anyday now, thank you!" The Man presses a finger to his lips. "Do you have the USB drive?" Jaco pulls it out of his pocket and shows it to the Man. The Man smiles and takes it. "He's all yours." The Man gestures to the illegal migrant. As the Man walks away, Jaco finally gets a good look at him. The migrant isn't paying attention to Jaco, and is instead gulping down a bottle of water from the cooler Jaco brings to each pick up. A spark of recognition flutters in Jaco's brown eyes. "Jopo?" The migrant turns around and drops the bottle of water, the cold liquid spilling out onto the hot desert sand. "Jaco." He narrows his eyes. "It's high time you finally come to mow my lawn." Jopo purses his lips angrily, silently cursing the Man. When he was promised work in America, he didn't realize he'd be working for his nemesis. "Get in the car." Jaco commands, and Jopo complies. As Jaco drives back to place, a tense atmosphere steadies itself in the stagnant air of the vehicle. Jopo breaks the silence. "So how've you been?" "Better." Jaco replies bitterly. He nods towards his right wrist, which is wrappet in ACE bandages. "Sprained my wrist." Jopo raises an eyebrow. "Lemme guess, jerking?" Jaco doesn't respond. His silence confirms Jopo's guess. Jopo smirks. "With me here, you don't need to j off anymore." Jaco slams on the breaks and looks over at Jopo. Jopo stares back at him, and the thick, tense air resettles for a few moments before Jaco gives a sigh and a heavy shrug. He pulls over to the side of the road, and the pair switch to the backseat of Jaco's car. Afterwards... Jopo comments, "I suppose you could say I," he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, "mowed your lawn." He laughs. Jaco rolls his eyes. "That's never happening again. I don't sleep with depressed adults, especially not one that's the lieutenant of the 4NIC8 the Gr8 Hate Club." "Yeah? Well I don't fuçk narcissists, but we both just broke our rules, huh?"
"Thank you for shopping with us." Wednesday gives the final client of the a sickly sweet smile. Small wisps of all the different scents of perfume enter her nostrils as she walks the customer out of the shop and locks the doors behind her. With a sigh of relief, she switches the "OPEN" sign to "CLOSED". It's snowing outside, as it does in Moscow. Hailey comes out from the backrooms, putting rubber gloves on her hands. "Ready, Wednesdat?" Wednesday turns around with a grin. "Always." With the perfume shop closing, it is time for Hailey and Wednesday's other shop to open. Their secret Coke operation in the basement of the building. The only difference is that it isn't the regular Coke you see everyday in America at fast food joints and in vending machines. With the 2024 Coca-Cola Beverage Ban in the Russian Federation, the duo had opened up their own bootleg soft beverage joint in the country. But more happens in that damp basement than just the sale of controled substances. Another kind of chemistry was brewing... a romantic kind. As Hailey reaches for a bottle filled with Coke to sell to their first customer, Wednesday reaches for the same. They both pull away and share a shy glance. Hailey then reaches for the bottle with a chuckle and hands it to the customer. He is a dealer for them, working the street corners: Winter. As Winter exchanges the bottle with some cash, Wednesday clears her throat. "Hailey, we need to talk." "Yes?" Hailey blinks at Wednesday. "I think I'm in love with you."
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*bows* Okay guys. I'm bored as hell and I need more prompts. You can redo if you already sent one. (fire)Bending my own rules.