[Threw an E tag on here just in case, but it's mostly gonna be
for language, drugs, and sexual content whoops.]
for language, drugs, and sexual content whoops.]
Jadyr Perndhasa took a kind of twisted pride in knowing the absolute seediest parts of the city like the back of his hand. Every street corner, every alleyway, every backwoods strip joint and ravers' haven--he held them locked in a cerebral map. This was his kingdom, his pride rock--sure, he shared parts of it with other people, let them govern the goings-on of the common folk and street rats... but Jadyr ran the show. Jadyr was the head of Black Mamba, one of the most prominent and yet covert drug networks in New York, and damn it felt good to have that sort of control under his fingertips.
Then again, there was also the fact that Jadyr didn't much enjoy the level of responsibility that came with being a leader of that kind. It wasn't anything new that Jadyr always had a weapon on him, but there was a new kind of paranoia about day to day life--that, and meetings with other dealers were boorish, not at all like the raucous collection of pirate-like gangsters he'd expected. Simple business meetings with chemistry brainiacs who make the shit and suddenly decide they want more than half the profits. It was all Jadyr could do not to punch the lights out of 'em--he needed business, anyway.
And speaking of business... A different kind of business entirely. Jadyr raised an eyebrow as he stopped in front of a large mural, angling his head back to look at it in full. He wondered how long it would take the authorities to paint over it this time--this one was particularly explicit in its subject matter, but then, he supposed that was fine for a strip club's entrance. Jadyr would've preferred a few more women on the wall, didn't much take ease with the flashy boys Tobias had painted. "Oi, Tobias," Jadyr barked, hands in his pockets as he cocked his head at the graffiti artist's back. "We goin' in or not? You said I'd like this place, right?"