Cash Rules Everything Around Me

[Fiend]

Rainey wondered what time it was. Having lost all concept of time as of right now, Rainey found himself not really caring. He did care, however, about walking. Taking the streetcar, he figured he could give up a dime to drive their asses back to Harlem.

Wishing he owned one in Chinatown, he grunted when he opened the door to his joint when he was reminded of being white. Their joints were more exotic and generally more luxurious...well about as much as one could be for an opium den.

His den wasn't exclusive to opium, naturally. A spotted a black man snorting a white powered line off his mirror. Moving along, receiving nods and nodding back to the patrons. The regulars, this late. Rainey worried little about his facilities this time. Besides, if he had his way, he'd make this place into a cabaret.

Worried little enough that he grabbed Allena's wrist and tugged her along, walking in the back and unlocking the door that led to the rest of the place- also known as an efficiency.

"Not much, aye." He admitted this, no doubt. But hey- he was European, not Chinese. He had the fear of the San Fran and Virginia City laws coming up to bite his ass in New York.

"Yer call. Stick around faur a bit, Ah don't care."All night, if she wanted to. He never complained about having a sexy trophy on his arm. He paused, then proceeded to pick up a pipe. "Want a hit?"

[Jinxy Chenevix]

Allena sat patiently--and somewhat gratuitiously-- next to Rainey on the nearly empty streetcar. She even took the liberty of slouching and letting herself lean into his shoulder with said slouch, though she wasn't exactly sure what she should be doing. It seemed a bit off, not jumping into bed with him right away and allowing herself to be unsure if she'd even make a profit on such an important date.

Granted, the evening didn't appear to be turning out a whole bunch of offers as it was, and so she figured she might as well take the chance. He'd implied that she'd make money if she went with him, but she was not entirely positive.

His place was nice enough, providing that it was a mecca for people to fill their bodies with intoxicants. She wouldn't have minded working from the place, and the people didn't even look to dirty. The black man frightened her, as they tended to do even on the streets. She wasn't accustomed to seeing them, even still, and had never spoken to one before.

She allowed him to hold her wrist firmly, and skirted him very closely. Her own small fingers were now gripping his forearm--no death grip, it wasn't that bad, but she was making it quite clear that she wasn't about to stray, not just yet. "I'll stay," she conceited, though she eyed the pipe warily. "Vhat is it?" she asked, looking somewhat skeptical.