Post by Charles "Dead Eye" James II on Nov 29, 2015 21:38:12 GMT -5
{Scene Opens: Vacation Home: Michigan City, Indiana}
It was a cold Indiana day, the kind where you know you need a windbreaker and some sleeves, but not the kind where you’re makin’ snow angels. You know. Maybe like 45 degrees or somethin’. The day was quiet, as was typical for a Sunday afternoon, what with people relaxing, thinkin’ on their church sermon for the day (or not...if that’s not your thing). Anyway. The camera pans back to get the street view out in front of the vacation home, revealing the long pure white limousine, equipped with a set of custom-made dollar sign rims and whitewall tires...the kind that could only be synonymous with...you guessed it…#BillionaireStyle. The car pulled up, coming to a slow stop with the back door lined up to the walk way up the house. The chauffeur steps out, a tall, fairly heavy set individual with brown hair that reached down to the middle of his back. He wore a cheap polyester suit, as was the dress code for anyone working with a man as stylish as Miles, but on the cuff of the suit had the initials inscribed as “D.D.” Anyway, the man walked to the back of the limo, opening the backdoor , informing his ‘boss’ as it were.
Darrell:
We’ve arrived at the destination.
Miles lets out a sigh before grabbing his cane and stepping out, remarking on the current temp.
Miles Blake:
Brrr. I miss the Blake Estate already. But I suppose I need to do this, eh?
His chauffeur, now known as Darrell, simply nods.
Miles Blake:
Well...let’s see where this goes.
Miles walks up the aisle, approaching the door as Darrell takes a seat back in the limo.
“Knock, Knock”
Karin gets off the couch and peers out the window, seeing the limo, she immediately knows who it is. She feels herself get a little anxious as she walks to the bathroom door and knocks lightly on it.
Karin:
Charles….Charles, Miles is here.
Charles:
I'm not quite done in here yet, bae...but look, just relax. I promise everything will be okay. Just be that determined young woman that came to my house looking for a job and you'll be Gucci.
Karin takes a deep breath before tugging down on her tanktop to cover her exposed stomach. She then adjusts her shorts and looks down wondering if she should put socks on, before shaking her head.
Karin:
I needa stop trippin’.
Karin walks over to the door and slowly opens it, and there he is. The man she’s heard so much about, but had limited interaction with. The trademark hair was all she needed to see. She pulls the door open and forces a smile on her face.
Karin:
Hi….
Miles Blake:
Karin? Pleased to meet you.
Miles extends his hand to her as she shakes it, while avoiding eye contact.
Miles Blake:
Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Can we talk...preferably inside, it’s a bit chilly out here?
Karin:
Sure, come in.
Miles walks in to the cozy little vacation home, shared by Karin and Charles. He looks around as Karin continues.
Karin:
Charles is just finishing up in the shower, you can make yourself at home. Would you like anything to drink? We have water, tea, and...alcoholic drinks that I can’t indulge in because I’m only 20.
She offers an uncomfortable laugh, still keeping her distance from the man that had previously upset her on social media.
Miles Blake:
Hmm. As good as a Long Island Iced Tea sounds...nah, the missus would kill me if I came out here to drink.
Miles laughs as though it were uncomfortable small talk.
Miles Blake:
So. I guess you took some things I said harshly, a couple of days ago. I’m not really one to apologize, however…
Maybe there was a bit of shock as Miles opened up immediately with the hard-hitting question.
Miles Blake:
I’ve watched your interactions with my client. So let me preface this, I know you mean well. I’m just...I’m a bit rough on the surface. Yes, I come from money. But, like you, I worked to make my empire a reality. But the hard truth of the business is, many, many people will break bones and very few will go on to become main event icons with the big checks. My advice to you, was speaking as an advocate, that you don’t need to subject yourself to that harm to make big money.
Karin looks like she’s not buying it.
Miles Blake:
I say this as someone who just worked his first match. Yeah, I won...by decisive pinfall even. But the aftermath is still present, even today. I have a depressed chest cavity, from where her feet pressed into my chest. And I still get back spasms from her kicking my backside. Yeah, I proved I could go, and that’s raised the money I can demand for an appearance substantially. But as an advocate, it’s not as necessary as having the natural ability to talk someone in the door. You’re young. I just didn’t want to see you, such a young face, get hurt. So I was lending you my own experiences.
Karin can’t believe what she’s hearing. He’s basically pulling the same rant he pulled on twitter, right to her face. Due to the friendship between Miles and Charles, she’s trying to bite her tongue. She crosses her arms, standing by the kitchen. She’s refraining from getting any closer to the Billionaire.
Karin:
What does being young have to do with it? And, no bs, I watched your ‘match’ if you wanna call it that. You didn’t prove you can go, you proved you can be a slimy sna-
Just then, the bathroom door swings open. Charles walks out of the bathroom seeing Karin’s fists clenched at her sides. He takes a second to do his best to possibly assess things.
Charles:
HEY...uh...sorry it took so long. I don't know what's up with this nappy head today.
He walks over and puts his left arm around Karin’s waist and kisses her on the cheek. He then takes a moment to stroke her cheek, an attempt to ease the obvious tension in the room. The two have only known each other for a short time, but Charles noticed the reaction the tender touch has.
Charles:
Miles, what it do, big homie?
He extends his free right hand toward his advocate and friend, who returns the handshake. Although some air has been let out of the two, it still has that uneasiness present.
Charles:
Did I interrupt something?
Miles Blake:
‘What’s good in the hood?’ Nah, I’m just jokin’. But seriously though, I’m here because if The Club is gonna be a success story, we need to be all on the same page. I don’t want to come between your friend here, and so I tried to explain what I meant...but she ain’t hearin’ it. I’m not speakin’ from disrespect - I of all people know the key to success is to follow your dreams. That’s why I earned my two Princeton Doctorates. She’s young, she’s still just gettin’ her feet wet in the wrestling business. I tried to do my part, as a veteran, to imbue that knowledge in her. And she’s takin’ it as disrespect.
Look, Karin, I mean no ill-will towards you. I have more than enough enemies across the circuit, many of which I don’t even speak to but they still speak on me...I want to support you, and Dead Eye, because you two are Club. And when you ride with the Billionaire’s Club...you never walk alone.
Karin takes Charles’ hand and leads him over to the couch, sitting close to him as she stares at Miles who is on the opposite end. She keeps her hand interlocked with Charles’.
Karin:
I appreciate what you did for Charles and his career. There’s no denying you’re a businessman-one who demands attention wherever he goes. But that’s Charles’ decision to be the Club...I never claimed to be part of your club, and honestly? I think I’m good without it. I’ll respect you for Charles, but I don’t like the way you look down on others. I don’t like the way you spin things to favor you, and I have no idea how you can flaunt a ‘win’ like the one you have. I would never celebrate something like that.
Charles grunts a little as Karin’s hand has gripped his tighter as she continues venting.
Karin:
I’m NOT Billionaire Club, and in your eyes I know I’m not Club material anyway, so why be fake about it? One day though, I’m going to do this. I’m gonna wrestle, and I’ll show you that maybe I won’t make as much money as you, but at least I’ll be doing something I love, and hopefully putting smiles on people’s faces.
The young woman begins getting a little emotional.
Karin:
Can I go to the bedroom and leave you two to talk, Charles?
Miles Blake:
Karin, wait.
Miles turns to Charles.
Miles Blake:
Chuck, I’m tryna fix things. Maybe I don’t know how to talk to people. I get it. I’m a successful corporate business tycoon. She isn’t. I come from a world where reports and numbers are your utmost priority, and there’s stiff penalties for not making the deadlines. Maybe it’s been so long since I’ve had to talk to a woman other than my Catalina.
Charles looks Karin into her eyes.
Charles:
Bae, I know how you feel. I don't think I ever told you that Miles and I didn't exactly get off to the right start, either. In-fact, I was all-but convinced that he was gonna have something under-handed happen to me in my match with Carm because she's part of the Club. It took a few weeks for me to really understand how Miles’s mind works and that his tone doesn't always match his intentions. It would really mean a lot to me if we could try to fix this. Please...for me?
Karin looks past him, at Miles, with her eyes beamed in on him, but then glances back at Charles and nods her head slowly.
Karin:
Yeah...okay. If it means that much to you, I’ll do what I can. If it means our interactions are limited, or I take them with a grain of salt, so be it. I won’t cause any tension between you guys.
Miles Blake:
Karin, I like that you have the never-be-denied attitude. Reminds me a bit of my younger days. It’s that hunger that’ll make you a success in the business. For the record, I never said I didn’t think you could do it. I only said it’s a hard transition from advocate to wrestler. But you. You’ve got that certain drive about you. That tenacity. And, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I admire that.
Karin’s grip on Charles’ hand eases, as she relaxes a little after hearing what the Billionaire had to say.
Karin:
Thanks. I don’t expect to become the best wrestler in the world overnight or anything like that. I just want to do this, because whenever I see a ring, I feel my pulse jump. Its exciting, and I want to be in there to help Charles.
She shakes her head slightly, to get the hair out of her face, but some of the hair hits Charles in the mouth. Karin glances over at him and laughs.
Karin:
Sorry, bae!
Charles smiles, reminded of getting hair slapped every time she turned in her sleep.
[/b]It was a cold Indiana day, the kind where you know you need a windbreaker and some sleeves, but not the kind where you’re makin’ snow angels. You know. Maybe like 45 degrees or somethin’. The day was quiet, as was typical for a Sunday afternoon, what with people relaxing, thinkin’ on their church sermon for the day (or not...if that’s not your thing). Anyway. The camera pans back to get the street view out in front of the vacation home, revealing the long pure white limousine, equipped with a set of custom-made dollar sign rims and whitewall tires...the kind that could only be synonymous with...you guessed it…#BillionaireStyle. The car pulled up, coming to a slow stop with the back door lined up to the walk way up the house. The chauffeur steps out, a tall, fairly heavy set individual with brown hair that reached down to the middle of his back. He wore a cheap polyester suit, as was the dress code for anyone working with a man as stylish as Miles, but on the cuff of the suit had the initials inscribed as “D.D.” Anyway, the man walked to the back of the limo, opening the backdoor , informing his ‘boss’ as it were.
Darrell:
We’ve arrived at the destination.
Miles lets out a sigh before grabbing his cane and stepping out, remarking on the current temp.
Miles Blake:
Brrr. I miss the Blake Estate already. But I suppose I need to do this, eh?
His chauffeur, now known as Darrell, simply nods.
Miles Blake:
Well...let’s see where this goes.
Miles walks up the aisle, approaching the door as Darrell takes a seat back in the limo.
“Knock, Knock”
Karin gets off the couch and peers out the window, seeing the limo, she immediately knows who it is. She feels herself get a little anxious as she walks to the bathroom door and knocks lightly on it.
Karin:
Charles….Charles, Miles is here.
Charles:
I'm not quite done in here yet, bae...but look, just relax. I promise everything will be okay. Just be that determined young woman that came to my house looking for a job and you'll be Gucci.
Karin takes a deep breath before tugging down on her tanktop to cover her exposed stomach. She then adjusts her shorts and looks down wondering if she should put socks on, before shaking her head.
Karin:
I needa stop trippin’.
Karin walks over to the door and slowly opens it, and there he is. The man she’s heard so much about, but had limited interaction with. The trademark hair was all she needed to see. She pulls the door open and forces a smile on her face.
Karin:
Hi….
Miles Blake:
Karin? Pleased to meet you.
Miles extends his hand to her as she shakes it, while avoiding eye contact.
Miles Blake:
Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Can we talk...preferably inside, it’s a bit chilly out here?
Karin:
Sure, come in.
Miles walks in to the cozy little vacation home, shared by Karin and Charles. He looks around as Karin continues.
Karin:
Charles is just finishing up in the shower, you can make yourself at home. Would you like anything to drink? We have water, tea, and...alcoholic drinks that I can’t indulge in because I’m only 20.
She offers an uncomfortable laugh, still keeping her distance from the man that had previously upset her on social media.
Miles Blake:
Hmm. As good as a Long Island Iced Tea sounds...nah, the missus would kill me if I came out here to drink.
Miles laughs as though it were uncomfortable small talk.
Miles Blake:
So. I guess you took some things I said harshly, a couple of days ago. I’m not really one to apologize, however…
Maybe there was a bit of shock as Miles opened up immediately with the hard-hitting question.
Miles Blake:
I’ve watched your interactions with my client. So let me preface this, I know you mean well. I’m just...I’m a bit rough on the surface. Yes, I come from money. But, like you, I worked to make my empire a reality. But the hard truth of the business is, many, many people will break bones and very few will go on to become main event icons with the big checks. My advice to you, was speaking as an advocate, that you don’t need to subject yourself to that harm to make big money.
Karin looks like she’s not buying it.
Miles Blake:
I say this as someone who just worked his first match. Yeah, I won...by decisive pinfall even. But the aftermath is still present, even today. I have a depressed chest cavity, from where her feet pressed into my chest. And I still get back spasms from her kicking my backside. Yeah, I proved I could go, and that’s raised the money I can demand for an appearance substantially. But as an advocate, it’s not as necessary as having the natural ability to talk someone in the door. You’re young. I just didn’t want to see you, such a young face, get hurt. So I was lending you my own experiences.
Karin can’t believe what she’s hearing. He’s basically pulling the same rant he pulled on twitter, right to her face. Due to the friendship between Miles and Charles, she’s trying to bite her tongue. She crosses her arms, standing by the kitchen. She’s refraining from getting any closer to the Billionaire.
Karin:
What does being young have to do with it? And, no bs, I watched your ‘match’ if you wanna call it that. You didn’t prove you can go, you proved you can be a slimy sna-
Just then, the bathroom door swings open. Charles walks out of the bathroom seeing Karin’s fists clenched at her sides. He takes a second to do his best to possibly assess things.
Charles:
HEY...uh...sorry it took so long. I don't know what's up with this nappy head today.
He walks over and puts his left arm around Karin’s waist and kisses her on the cheek. He then takes a moment to stroke her cheek, an attempt to ease the obvious tension in the room. The two have only known each other for a short time, but Charles noticed the reaction the tender touch has.
Charles:
Miles, what it do, big homie?
He extends his free right hand toward his advocate and friend, who returns the handshake. Although some air has been let out of the two, it still has that uneasiness present.
Charles:
Did I interrupt something?
Miles Blake:
‘What’s good in the hood?’ Nah, I’m just jokin’. But seriously though, I’m here because if The Club is gonna be a success story, we need to be all on the same page. I don’t want to come between your friend here, and so I tried to explain what I meant...but she ain’t hearin’ it. I’m not speakin’ from disrespect - I of all people know the key to success is to follow your dreams. That’s why I earned my two Princeton Doctorates. She’s young, she’s still just gettin’ her feet wet in the wrestling business. I tried to do my part, as a veteran, to imbue that knowledge in her. And she’s takin’ it as disrespect.
Look, Karin, I mean no ill-will towards you. I have more than enough enemies across the circuit, many of which I don’t even speak to but they still speak on me...I want to support you, and Dead Eye, because you two are Club. And when you ride with the Billionaire’s Club...you never walk alone.
Karin takes Charles’ hand and leads him over to the couch, sitting close to him as she stares at Miles who is on the opposite end. She keeps her hand interlocked with Charles’.
Karin:
I appreciate what you did for Charles and his career. There’s no denying you’re a businessman-one who demands attention wherever he goes. But that’s Charles’ decision to be the Club...I never claimed to be part of your club, and honestly? I think I’m good without it. I’ll respect you for Charles, but I don’t like the way you look down on others. I don’t like the way you spin things to favor you, and I have no idea how you can flaunt a ‘win’ like the one you have. I would never celebrate something like that.
Charles grunts a little as Karin’s hand has gripped his tighter as she continues venting.
Karin:
I’m NOT Billionaire Club, and in your eyes I know I’m not Club material anyway, so why be fake about it? One day though, I’m going to do this. I’m gonna wrestle, and I’ll show you that maybe I won’t make as much money as you, but at least I’ll be doing something I love, and hopefully putting smiles on people’s faces.
The young woman begins getting a little emotional.
Karin:
Can I go to the bedroom and leave you two to talk, Charles?
Miles Blake:
Karin, wait.
Miles turns to Charles.
Miles Blake:
Chuck, I’m tryna fix things. Maybe I don’t know how to talk to people. I get it. I’m a successful corporate business tycoon. She isn’t. I come from a world where reports and numbers are your utmost priority, and there’s stiff penalties for not making the deadlines. Maybe it’s been so long since I’ve had to talk to a woman other than my Catalina.
Charles looks Karin into her eyes.
Charles:
Bae, I know how you feel. I don't think I ever told you that Miles and I didn't exactly get off to the right start, either. In-fact, I was all-but convinced that he was gonna have something under-handed happen to me in my match with Carm because she's part of the Club. It took a few weeks for me to really understand how Miles’s mind works and that his tone doesn't always match his intentions. It would really mean a lot to me if we could try to fix this. Please...for me?
Karin looks past him, at Miles, with her eyes beamed in on him, but then glances back at Charles and nods her head slowly.
Karin:
Yeah...okay. If it means that much to you, I’ll do what I can. If it means our interactions are limited, or I take them with a grain of salt, so be it. I won’t cause any tension between you guys.
Miles Blake:
Karin, I like that you have the never-be-denied attitude. Reminds me a bit of my younger days. It’s that hunger that’ll make you a success in the business. For the record, I never said I didn’t think you could do it. I only said it’s a hard transition from advocate to wrestler. But you. You’ve got that certain drive about you. That tenacity. And, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I admire that.
Karin’s grip on Charles’ hand eases, as she relaxes a little after hearing what the Billionaire had to say.
Karin:
Thanks. I don’t expect to become the best wrestler in the world overnight or anything like that. I just want to do this, because whenever I see a ring, I feel my pulse jump. Its exciting, and I want to be in there to help Charles.
She shakes her head slightly, to get the hair out of her face, but some of the hair hits Charles in the mouth. Karin glances over at him and laughs.
Karin:
Sorry, bae!
Charles smiles, reminded of getting hair slapped every time she turned in her sleep.
Charles:
I'm not sure whether you did that on purpose...or nah. Guess I'll just have to get used to that.
He playfully squeezes her hand a little tighter and scoots a little closer than he already was.
Miles lets out a breath of relief. He seems to have won her over, at least partially.
Miles Blake:
Thank you, I’m glad I was able to at least try and more accurately convey my point. See, I’m not all bad. I just have such a killer instinct on the business world, and that tends more often than not to come out in my non-business interactions as well. So we gucci now?
Charles looks a bit nervous, and he gets up off the couch and walks toward the kitchen as he anxiously awaits Karin’s answer.
Charles:
Sorry, but the thirst is real. Anybody else want something while I'm up?
Karin:
I’m good bae…
She turns her attention to Miles, and this time there is no one between them on the couch. She looks down at her feet, before glancing back up and sticking her hand out towards him.
Miles looks at her hand, then looks her direct in the eye, grasping her hand in his, with a firm, business-like grip.
Karin:
I’m sorry if I overreacted. I know you have the best interest of Charles in your mind, and I understand not investing in me because this is the first time we met. I hope I can show you that I’m serious about the wrestling thing, but regardless, if you hold down Charles, we’re cool.
Miles Blake:
Though I am abrasive by-nature, I assure you if you want to get into the inside of a ring, under my guidance, then I am more than equipped to handle your affairs, should you need that too. This is what I do. I leave the action to the professionals. My action is the paperwork, sponsors, and endorsement deals.
Karin:
Then I should let you two catch up, I can make you guys something to eat if you want?
Karin joins Charles in the kitchen, standing on her tippy toes to give him a kiss.
Karin:
Go talk to your friend, just let me know what you’re in the mood for and I’ll make it.
Charles:
I have no idea what I did to be so lucky to have you. I guess you can pick something cuz I have no idea what I'm in the mood for.
He returns to the den and to the couch, setting his Coke on the coffee table in front of him.
Charles:
So, everything one-hunnit?
Miles Blake:
Yeah, I think we’re all set.
Charles:
I hope so. I care about her, so it would be nice to not have that feeling like when I walked out of the bathroom when the three of us are in a room together.
Miles Blake:
Yeah, I think we’re in this for the long haul now. In it, to win it, as it were.
Charles takes a gulp of his Coke, then grabs a bottle of rum off of the coffee table and refills the bottle with it.
Charles:
I don't always drink rum, but when I do, I prefer Captain’s.
He hops up on does the Capt. Morgan pose on the coffee table.
Miles can’t help but let out a hearty chuckle.
Miles Blake:
Who said alcohol makes for a poor sponsor in today’s climate. Think we might be able to get that endorsement. How would you feel about patching their logo onto the side of your mask? Or some trunks?
Charles:
Might not be a bad idea. I am The Most Interesting Black Man in the World, after all.
Miles Blake:
Why you gotta stop at that though? By adding a color distinction in there, you’re already cutting off your potential audience reach. You don’t want to do that. No, you CAN’T do that if you want to be bigger than broadway in this business. You gotta be available for all manner of crowd to get invested in you, as a performer. You know what I’m sayin’?
Charles:
I feel dat completely. I just say that cuz I'm not trying to get sued by Jonathan Goldsmith and Dos Equis.
Having allowed the alcohol to settle into his Coke, he tips the bottle to his lips, leaving his pinky up.
Charles:
That’s how you drank that Rum N Coke with #BillionaireStyle!
Miles Blake:
See, now you got it. You’re exhibitin’ it both in and outta the ring. That’s how I know you’re prime real estate on the circuit.
Charles:
Speaking of prime real estate, did I show you the pictures of the new crib?
Miles Blake:
Nah, not yet. I heard you and the girl found a #SWAG place though.
Charles:
“The girl”? Bruuuuuh!!!
Charles throws his head back like the popular meme. Miles laughs at the reaction. He brandishes a grin the likes of which you already knew what he was thinkin’.
Miles Blake:
You know what I mean. We’re just sittin’ around the house, no need to be all formal with names and stuff. Anyway, you gonna show me these home pics or what?
Charles:
Before I do that, did I show you these...
Miles Blake:
…
Charles:
Deez nuts!!!
Miles Blake:
Amateur.
Before Miles can respond anymore, Karin walks back into the room with two plates in her hands. She hands one to Charles and then makes her way over to Miles, handing one to him.
Karin:
Not sure if taco’s are your thing, but trust me, you’ll fall in love with them if they aren’t. My mama taught me how to cook, and I’ve never met anyone who can out taco me. That includes you Mr.Chef.
She looks over at Charles, before sitting on the couch between them, not having a plate for herself.
Karin:
Before you ask, I’m not hungry but I’m good. I’ll eat later.
Laughs.
Miles picks one up off the plate, and takes a bite from the end of it. He thoroughly chews it all before turning to Karin, replying;
Miles Blake:
It’s splendid. And yes I have been known to enjoy a taco from time to time. You did a wonderful job. Do you have a napkin though for my hands?
Karin:
Of course. Sorry, slipped my mind.
Charles’ girlfriend gets up and disappears into the kitchen again, this time she returns with a pair of napkins for Charles and Miles. She hands them to the men, sitting on the couch and kicking her feet up on the coffee table in front of her.
Karin:
Oh, bae, did you show Mr.Blake the pictures of your new home?
Charles:
Oh, yeah. I was supposed to do that before I got caught up in amateur hour.
Charles pulls his phone out of his pocket, opening the folder with the pictures of the house the pair secured in nearby Long Beach, Indiana. He flips through the pictures, smiling at what Karin branded his “dream house”.
Charles:
Whatcha think, MB?
Miles looks through the photo album, marveling at the exquisite craft of both the photos, and the home design. With a cool nod, he looks up and replies;
Miles Blake:
That’s #BillionaireStyle right there. You two got yourselves a keeper. I bet it set ya back a few notes though?
Charles:
Well, unlike a lot of athletes, I've been smart with my money since day one. I've seen cats make Mega millions and wind up flat broke. The money that I didn't use on school from my MMA days went in the bank. Then, I just kept stacking up paper when I wrestled in Mexico and Japan. It’s a pretty penny, but well worth it. That view, though.
Charles finds himself daydreaming for a moment.
Miles Blake:
Yeah, I feel you, I seen it all too often. Young cats get in the business, get hot, buy all the cars, the gold chains, then all of a sudden...they ain’t gettin’ booked any more. They never switched it up, and crowds got tired of them. Now they’re sittin’ on car note after car note, and some heavy bling without the money to bankroll it. Good to know you’re not goin’ down that path.
Charles:
Well, I guess you can say that I got money in da bank...shawty whatcha drank!
Charles can't help but to sing the beginning of Miles’s entrance theme, considering he set himself up for the spot.
Charles:
Oh, and if you can't tell by the empty plate, you got taco game. It was exquisite, dahling.
Charles shakes his head at his attempt to sound white. Karin takes the moment to place a hand on his back, rubbing it gently.
Karin:
Thanks, bae. You ain’t the only one who can cook in this lil vacation spot.
She glances over at Miles.
Karin:
And by the way, old school, it's not OUR place, it’s his. I just helped him close the deal. I might not have Billionaire style, but I have the best negotiation skills. Try and beat that!
Miles Blake:
Far as I’m concerned, if y’all worked on the deal together, the home is both y’all’s. Officially, I guess it only matters whose name is on the papers. But unofficially, this is both y’all’s.
Besides, don’t sell yourself short...shawty...you got dat style in you. You just have to find it.
Miles turns to Dead Eye and nods, if he could sound white, then Miles would try to sound black. Opposites, or something like that. Right?
Karin turns to Charles and looks confused, but in a playful way.
Karin:
Charles, why does he talk like that?
Charles:
Uh, I'm finna go pick up this plate and drain the lizard. Be right back…
Karin:
TMI babe, T-M-I.
Charles chuckles as he takes his plate to the kitchen as Karin looks over at the Billionaire sitting on the couch in their vacation home.[/b][/font]
Karin:
So, again I’m really sorry for earlier. Sometimes I can jump to conclusions and I can be overly emotional. You seem like a good person, just know that if you ever mess with Charles, you gotta deal with me. Cool?
The tiny woman laughs and leans over, playfully punching the Billionaire in the shoulder. Yasss she really punched him!
Miles rubs his shoulder, nodding at Karin’s punch. She had some wallop in that little frame, for sure.
Miles Blake:
The Club is like family. It’s taken me a long time to build to this point, and I’m not about to piss it all away. We’re here to make moves, crack skulls, and cash checks. Ballin’ with some bigger stacks. You feel me? I’m glad we had this opportunity to work through our debacle from yesterday.
Karin:
Don’t tell him I told you this, but I pinned him last night in some random gym. I’m 1 and 0 just like you!
Her voice rises above a whisper in her excitement, which means Charles probably heard what she said. When she looks up, he is standing by the couch, and he re-takes his seat.
Charles:
Yeah, I get accused of using the “illegal” tickle, but she chooses to lure me into a pin cover after I kissed her...the ends justify the means tho, right?
Charles looks her in the eye and squeezes her hand.
Karin:
Hey, I did what I had to do. I promise though, no kissing in any of my other matches.
She kisses his hand and stands up, gently pulling her hand away.
Karin:
I’m gonna go to the room and check my emails. I have a few things lined up and I wanna see if any of them are good to go. It was nice meeting you Mr. Blake. You might see me on your tv one day soon, who knows?
She waves playfully with a big grin across her face as she walks towards the bedroom, out of sight. Miles then turns his attention to Dead Eye.
Miles Blake:
Well. I’m glad this was resolved peacefully, and not even with anyone’s morals being compromised. Amazing what a smidge of more consistent communication does, right? But it’s getting a bit late, my driver is probably a little impatient by now (though he shouldn’t be, I pay rather well). Do you have any other business decisions we need to talk about, or should I let myself out?
Charles:
I got a few offers on the table, but nothing that I'm ready to really delve into just yet. I'll definitely get your thoughts when the time comes, though. Thanks for stopping by, though. It really means a lot that you two were able to patch things up. I appreciate what you've done for me in such a short time, and she's really special to me...and I’ll stop there before I get all sappy with ya.
He lets out an uneasy expression.
Charles:
And I'm sure you have some other biness to take care of. Let me walk ya out.
The two stand up, sharing a firm handshake of mutual respect as they walk towards the door. Miles leans in close.
Miles Blake:
Thanks, for ridin’ with me, and allowing me the chance to promote you. You got a good head on your shoulders, and you’re doin’ well to not let some enemies I can’t even name get to you. You doin’ good for yourself, makin’ moves, all that jazz.
Miles reaches for the door, and takes a step outside.
Charles:
Hey, them bustas is gonna hate us cuz they ain't us, anyway. I'll holla at ya, though. I'll make sure to let you know when I get the new crib set up so you can check out that view that I keep talking about. Chuuch.
Miles exits the house, and Charles shuts the door behind him.
Charles:
Bae…
{Scene closed.}[/div]