keep it simple stupid [quinn]

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It had been a simple visit, really. Ace hadn't really been hit with the fact he couldn't get out of this place, so it really was lovely enough. His supplier had come in with the drugs, he'd swapped out the cash. It was far enough from the prying eyes of the staff that it didn't matter much. A simple kiss on the young woman's cheek, a packet of photographs fresh from the convenience store printer sat on the table... and then she was gone.

It didn't matter so much that the photos were ones Ace wanted to see. He could look those over later. Ten grams of cocaine packaged neatly and individually were hidden among images of dancers with their beautiful bodes intertwined with each other or contorted on stage all alone. The visiting hours were over, it wasn't long until Ace was the only one left. He'd let his usual clients know that today was the day, all he had to do was wait for them to show up. Absently he skimmed the photographs, catching up with the rest of the company, the life he'd left a million miles away.

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Quinn knows what day it is. He's marked it down absently on the calendar at his desk -- not the actual meaning of course, but something telling for himself anyway -- and he's ready. He was already on the move by now, bills neatly folded in his back pocket for the coke he knows he's bound to get. That's what today was, right? Just the blow? At least that's as far as he knows, and that's fine enough with him. He was trying to keep the drug intake low, though it was getting more and more tempting to keep going at it these days. The drug himself into oblivion.

It was just a thought, and he wasn't at the point yet. However, he did have a new thought as to drugs and what he'd like to start adding to his order. Yes, he would speak to Lexi about that today. No reason to call the male Ace as most would, because Quinn was different, and he quite liked the sound of 'Lexi'. So he used it. Soon enough he was in sight of the male, and he wandered over, dropping into a chair. "Everything in order, Lexi?" His lips quirked upwards; watching. He leans forward anyway. "I'd like to add to my order for next time, if you don't mind. I'll pay in advance, since it's altered from my usual...." He regards Lexi calmly.

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Ace's eyes flickered over the images as he waited. He couldn't help but miss the life... it had been a grand one. Still, they'd shipped him off to have another adventure, and a fine one it was shaping up to be at that. This place was full of the most interesting of people and he'd wound up with lovely eyes... the mutation hadn't hurt that bad, either. He didn't know what the people they'd locked up in the other wards were whining about, anyway.

Quinn appears just as Ace sets a silvery tablet on his tongue, crushing it absently between his back teeth. The E had been a surprise, and there wasn't much use for it in a place like this. Not the way he saw it, at least. Whatever, he could have some fun. "Got the standard shit and some news from back home." The dark haired boy nods, slipping the portion for the Irishman into a pile. "You're lucky I was sleeping with Dacia before they locked me up, else you wouldn't get what you want so easily. Then again, you're lucky I think you're cute." Alexius chuckles low in his throat, rolling his eyes softly. Their deal would be done far sooner than their evening spent together.

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Quinn doesn't like to think of what his life had been before now. He doesn't want to feel, so he pretends none of it is really there. This is it, and he'd fallen into it. It's fine, it's all he needs. He can get what he wants for the most part, and that's what matters. He rolls with it all as it comes. As for the things that they've done to him.... it could be worse. He is fire, and he's always had that thing for it, so it all makes sense somewhere in his mind. And he's also fond of a mutation he's come across for the sake of the mutation itself. But there's more to that story. Quinn shoves that from his mind, too.

He spots the pill that Lexi pops as he moves toward the male, and it's ironic and amusing all at the same time, but he doesn't comment on it just yet. Makes it all that much easier, but that's it. Quinn nods at the reply that the male gives him, and at the pile that is shoved in his direction, he fishes out the wad of cash and counts it out for Lexi, handing it over. He has extra, but of course he wasn't lying when he'd said he'd pay in advance for different things. Things he now knows that the male can get his hands on. Perfect. And he laughs lowly at the other words directed at him. "Mmm, it's good to be me." Quinn doesn't believe the words that fall from his own lips for a second. "As for the other that I want to add; E. Saw you got some. My lucky day, finding you can get it... Five, if you can manage it nex time..." And he waits for the price calmly.

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The dark eyed man couldn't help but gaze off at Quinn for a moment, trying to read the creature. He'd always been an interesting, right from day one. Everyone had to know a guy, and Ace happened to be that guy for most of the wayward youth that happened to have crash landed in this place. No big deal, right? He was more fond of some of his clients than others, though, and the handsome creature happened to be a personal favorite. You didn't have to be friends to reap the benefits.

"I can manage five now, if you want 'em at twenty each." The creature watched Quinn's face, trying to find a reaction. He was the one with the most loose change, a good place to set the ceilings for his prices. "You aught to meet Dacia next time she drops by, you'd like her. Pretty little bitch, tough as nails to boot. What're you going to be wanting?" The man cocks his head to the side, running a lazy hand through his hair.

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His gaze is steady as he looks back at Lexi; giving away nothing and content to sit there while all of this is debated over. He doesn't need to be anywhere just now, just yet, no. He can stay here for a bit because he has given it time, and he supposes he knows exactly where this meeting is going to go. Not that he minds, he likes the way Lexi screams. He likes the way he can make anyone scream, honestly. He seems to be a little neglectful of some of the things he should be doing, but right now he has no problem where this is headed. Let come what may.

And Quinn doesn't need 'friends'. He's good with what he does have, though labels are screwy and Quinn's still pondering where each belong. Doesn't matter, whatever it is, they are, it's working for him and that's all he needs. For now. When Lexi tells him that five E can already be managed -- price doesn't mean all that much to Quinn, and the male probably has a clue on that -- there's a nod and he's counting out money. He counts out five more twentys as well and hands the whole lot over. "For the five now, and for five later." He says evenly. Lexi can bring them along when he gets them, along with the usual blow and perks that comes with the next order. "And I'll go with five grams of blow and four perks for next shipment if you can manage." But when hasn't Lexi been able to manage it? "And sure, maybe one of these times..." He doesn't really care about the female. But whatever. Sure. One of these times.

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Ace watches the man evenly. He knows a child that's always had the silver spoon shoved down his throat when he sees one, call it dealer's intuition. "Just five? Child's play." The man had ten this time, fifteen for the next. Anything he could move he'd be left with, that being the cold hard truth. As far as the perks went, he slipped a pen from his pocket and scribbled a note on his hand. His handwriting looked a shade more like ancient Egyptian than English, no one would need to know what it said. Hell, no one would care what it said either. "Ready to leave the business at the table?" The man raises an eyebrow, straightening his posture and squaring his shoulders.

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He is what he is, and Quinn isn't going to deny it. He doesn't feel the need to rub it in the faces of other people; that's just stupid. He does not rely on his status in wealth or title or any of that bullshit. His fighting skills are enough, he is enough all by himself. But yeah, having money certainly does help, makes life a little more easier. Not that it would have stopped him. He could have made do somehow without money if that had been the case. But it wasn't. When Lexi asks if he wants just five, he gives a brief nod. "For now. If you have backstock later, we can talk if I have a need for them." He replies.

Quinn's eyes take in the scribbling, but of course he has no clue what it says, nor does he feel the urge to care, either. So that's true enough on Quinn's part. When Lexi speaks again, Quinn grins, lips curling slowly into the expression. "Works for me." He responds, standing up and watching the male thoughtfully. This was probably not the best place for any of that, but it it came down to it, Quinn's not going to be picky. For the sake of the conversation it might be best to find another table, but that was only because Quinn was feeling impish over the whole leaving business at the table comment. That table, anyway.

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Ace's sigh is light, airy. A small grin plays on his lips... he feels rather charming this afternoon. He's light, airy, and feels a bit better with more cash in his pockets. Not like he can spend it without Dacia to be the go to (wo)man but he trusts her. She'll always be back sooner or later. "I do always know where to find you, Quinn. You aught to lock your doors, keep the rifraff out." It's a light joking, rubbing the back of his neck.

It was time to play, wasn't it? He gets to his feet, giving a short leap into the air. He's a dancer and he always has been, the little quirky movements suiting his frame rather well. Ace moves to offer a hand to Quinn, or an elbow, whichever worked. Go they would.

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He doesn't look uncomfortable at all by Lexi's statement. He's obviously not afraid of the drug dealer, not at all. Of course it helps that Quinn isn't afraid of death or anything like that, either. "I can snap necks just as easily as lock my door." He points out blandly. "I lock my doors for privacy when they are locked." He adds. Not for security, but so he isn't suddenly interrupted and forced to react instantly. A few seconds that a lock brings is enough for him to finished doing whatever he is enough to manage the problem at his door. Keeping rifraff out wasn't a problem for him. He could just throw them back out if they came in when he did not wish them to be.

Quinn knew it had been a joke, but Lexi said things that weren't the best around him some days. Quinn was still moody, afterall. Quick to fly into a temper on simple things. No reason to hold himself back. Less of a reason as the days go by, honestly. But Quinn watches with growing warmth despite all that as Lexi moves, and at the offered hand, Quinn doesn't hesitate to take it in his own. "After you." The words come calmly enough, things put aside in the spirit of playtime; the interest in causing Lexi to scream like a bitch in heat. It was all so very appealing to Quinn, and probably why he was keeping up this type of play with the male at all.

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Things could be entertaining. Ace would always be entranced by someone with a fair amount of power, someone so scarily dominant... someone like Quin. Danger excited him, and that might not be the best way of going about things. Hell, Ace wasn't proud.

He grins down at Quin, swinging his hip as he makes his way in front of the Irishman. Ace turns though, walking backwards as easily as he does forward. There's a smirk playing on his lips, a hand running through his hair as he lazily lights a cigarette. "My room or yours?"

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Quinn liked to be entertained. At least so long as the company was good, and when it came to Lexi, Quinn couldn't complain too much. There was no messy ties or anything between them; it was business and play and didn't need to have anything else added to it. This worked out very well for him. There was no trouble, no attachments, and whatever system they had in place seemed to work without a hitch. Yes, Quinn could get moody, but it usually didn't last long around the Greek male.

His gaze is drawn to that swing of the hip, and he knows it had to have been done on purpose, for that reason. Still, he doesn't mind. Quinn likes to look, to watch. It's interesting. Of course Quinn's eyes were lifted to Lexi's face when the male turned around to walk, and at the words, Quinn pondered for a moment before speaking; "How about your room this time?" The words come, even and calmly. It doesn't take Quinn long to join in with his own cigarette, lighting it with a forefinger and taking a drag of it. Ah, yes. That was better.

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Ace doesn't bother with attaching his name to anything. As far as anyone in this place is concerned the Greek man in the dark is a dealer, the bringer of all hopes and dreams. Sure, it was a twisted way that he did if, but he was having fun with it. Alexius? He was some jackass that spent most of his days blaring Pitbull and all other manner of trashy music from the gym, dancing his heart out.

He grabs for Quinn's hands, moving on the light feet of a dancer. He nods at Quinn's words, not really caring either way. He lived fairly neatly, especially for a teenage boy. "So long as you're not allergic to cats." [/blckquote]

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Quinn attaches his name to enough things in one way or another, though maybe he doesn't really think about it that way. He just does things and deals with whatever outcome that they may have. He can't say he's not surprised on how a few things have gone for him here so far -- for both good and bad -- but he isn't going to say much more on it if he doesn't have to. Life had handed him this, and Quinn simply took it and molded it into his. Made it what he wanted of the remainders that he had.

If they went to the gym together one of these days -- and it probably would happen, if just ended up being there at the same time -- Quinn might have something to say about the music. But then, he might have something to say about the dancing around, too. Quinn really didn't know how to actually dance. He could mimic because of his flexability and fighting abilities, but he never really did attempt to dance. It might be interesting to attempt it one of these days... Anyway, he lets the male grab his hands, shrugging at the words about cats. "Nope, cats are fine." He replies simply, snatching a hand away to exhale the cigarette smoke for a moment as they went along.

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The man had a light way about him, agile on his toes and light on his feet. Ace nearly trembled with excitement as he lead the way back to his ward, continuing on the backward track. he had the reflexes of a cat, sharp eyes... he knew what he was doing. He unlocks the door to his room, wasting no time as he tugs down an ash tray and stashes away the remainder of the drugs he'd acquired. It's the photos he tosses to his desk, something he'll take care of later. "Cat's name is Moscow. She's friendly." It was a bit of a play on words, the thin black and white creature making her way into Quinn's personal space. "Make yourself comfortable." It was with a smirk that Ace spoke, stripping his shirt off over his head.