The Golden Rule {Blaine}

[JIMMY NOIR]

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He, who has the gold, makes the rules.

Jimmy Noir sat on one of the stools at the slot machines. Absent-mindedly placing coins in the opening and pressing the buttons. He wasn't really paying attention. His eyes were locked onto a one Toby Jetsam, a tall balding man in a black suit. He owed Jimmy money, as did most of the community, but this was different. Toby had tried to take one of the Dolls home with him; and that certainly wasn't allowed. But did it warrant death? Maybe not that alone. But what about if he had threatened several girls in the process and even managed to get one of them pregnant. With Jimmy's no unprotected sex policy, it seemed almost impossible that he hadn't done something illegal.

Leaning back on his chair he watched the man move again, throwing dice for a card table. He wouldn't pull out a gun in public, that was for sure, but he needed to know Toby's routine. Routine is the one thing that can get you killed. Good thing Jimmy had never had one in his life. Biting his tongue he pulled out his phone, reaching Blaine in his contacts.

He's here...bring some money, he mumbles out as he send the words to the other boy's phone. Now he would wait for someone else to do his dirty work.

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[BLAINE CARTER]

Blaine sat at home. On the couch, flipping through channels as he ate Ramen Noodles. Chicken flavored, certainly not beef. He’d been burn out on beef. Stopping at the ESPN channel, his eyes narrowed at the screen. ”You guys are fucking idiots.” Rolling his eyes now he continued to flip through channels until coming to a stop at the movie on HBO The Life of David Gale The story was kind of twisted and made you think. Blaine liked it, though. The first time he’d watched it he remembered laughing and saying “Oh shit…That was fucking fantastic.” and his friends would agree with him with the usually “I told you so!”, but always he’d comment on how Kate Winslet looked stupid.

Farren wasn’t home. Somewhere out with a friend shopping, or probably kissing up on her best friend. Who knew? For once, Blaine actually found himself giving a shit but mostly not giving a shit. If that made sense at all, but the only thing that mattered was the he got it out of all people. Twirling the noodles around his fork, he watched the screen completely relaxed and taken in by the film, but then a buzz came from the kitchen counter. Getting up, Blaine walked the distance between him and the phone and saw the name on the screen. Sighing, Blaine knew his time of actually relaxing was over, but whatever for the money, right.

Blaine listened to the mumbled sentence immediately knowing the target for the last few days Jimmy had bitched about. Toby Jetsam. Jimmy not only had been bitching about the dude for this week ,but he’d mentioned that he’d be going to the Treasure Island to finally get either his money or get rid of him. So this meant for everyone that was a member of The Suits to be ready for a call, which Blaine was so lucky to be gifted with this afternoon. Nodding, Blaine tapped the screen one time to end the call before shoving his phone on silent into his pocket and placing a hoodie over his shoulders, leaving the hood to hang over his head since he knew it’d be cold out there.

Once Blaine had arrived, his eyes were searching for the head of Jimmy. Usually, people would be nervous going into a job ,but he wasn’t. Done it a million times is what he would probably say. Spotting the blonde headed man, Blaine walked past him and sat beside him in the open stool opening his wallet and placing a hundred dollar bill into the slot machine and pulling the handle. Play it cool. Tilting his head some, his eyes sealed on the spinning figures on the slot machine. ”So…what do you want me to do exactly?”


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