Post by Amelia Abernathy on Jul 28, 2020 3:49:12 GMT -5
A week or two ago maybe… the timeline is murky on this okay?
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Johnny Legend is startled awake by the intruding pester at his run down motel room door. The old man fumbles around for his revolver on the nightstand but winds up grabbing a slice of pizza out of the Hungry Howie’s box. Oh well, it will do the trick too. Wearing nothing but his boxer-briefs, he ambles to the door, nearly falling over some random stuff on the floor, then yanks it open with a grumble.
Legend: Tha fuck you pounding on my do-
He’s gobsmacked to find the last persons in the world he would’ve surmised was at his door. It’s Amelia Abernathy flanked by her massive mountain of a bodyguard, Red.
Legend: Fuck this dream…
He tries to close the door but Red prevents it. Amelia smiles sweetly at him.
Amelia: It’s not a dream, Mr. Legend. My apologies for the lateness but you were surprisingly hard to find.
He cocks a grin.
Legend: I like to fly under the radar outside the ring. Crazies running around out here these days. Hey… wait… what the hell do you even want, lady? Hey! Why are you here? What’s going on here?
Amelia: I came to make you an offer. I know you’re upset with me stealing the win out from under you on Clash a few weeks ago. I totally understand that. I’d be mad too. Please understand that I did it out of survival and to get an extra day removed from my sentence in AW. I’m sure you would have done the same thing if you were in my shoes.
He eyes her suspiciously and chomps on the pizza. He nods and scratches his face.
Amelia: Allow me this chance to make it up to you. Are you open to discussing this further?
With a gruff, her flicks on the light and motions her to come inside, still bird-dogging her with judgmental eyes. The Villain of Virtue leans in only a few inches, takes a look around, gives him a once over, and decides his abode is not to her standard and leans back to her original spot. She beams him a grin.
Amelia: Oh no thank you, Mr. Legend. This will be quite fast actually. I’m offering you a job as a contractor for me. I want to hire you on retainer. This means I’ll pay you a monthly fee at the 1st of every month and in return you'll do tasks for me when I call upon you. Of course this means I will take priority over whatever you have going on at any particular point in that month. If I summon you to be at a place and time you must be there not a fraction of a second late… or to the best of your ability.
The legend of all legends narrows his gaze at her.
Legend: And what exactly are these “tasks” you speak ok?
She tilts her head at him adorably.
Amelia: Come on, Mr. Legend. You know what I’m talking about here.
Legend: Don’t you have Stuart Slane in your pocket? He’s got that cool mill from you. I’m sure if you toss him some more he could be your retainer.
She rolls her eyes.
Amelia: Just my trainer. He’s a boy scout. He sings in a choir probably. He’s a boy. He’s not a man like you are. You are willing to get dirty behind the bus. He isn’t.
Again Johnny eyes her with deep study and finishes the pizza. A huff. A grumble.
Legend: How much money are we talking about here?
The Billion Dollar Bombshell thumbs her chin a second.
Amelia: Well, see, that’s the thing. I was going to pay you monetarily but I’m fearful you might use it to get strung out on drugs and booze. I’d hate to see that. Plus you’d also be useless to me if that happened. So, I’ll pay you in gift cards. Thirty given to you on the 1st of every month. One for each day of the month. I will also throw in a gold and platinum gentleman’s club card - it’s good at all strip clubs in the US and abroad - unlimited lap dances and private viewings. It won’t buy you food or drink though.
She sees the Legend teetering on the issue.. She motions to Red who retrieves some cards and hands them to Johnny.
Amelia: Consider this a down payment.
Legend thumbs through the cards. They range from $25-$100 and cover a myriad of different things. Of course, as promised, there’s a platinum gentlemen’s club card.
Amelia: I’ll have some of my people periodically check in to see if you’re selling these for cash for drugs and booze, just warning you now. Obviously that will be a deal breaker. So? Do we have a deal?
He looks back and forth to her and the cards for several moments.
Legend: I guess this is a good start. I’ll expect better selections next time though. We have a deal, lady.
He extends a hand and Amelia is VERY VERY hesitant to shake it but finally she does. Legend shuts the door in her face and struts toward his bed doing a happy old man dance as he notices a card for Longhorn Steakhouse! Fuck yeah!
Amelia is a little miffed by the unceremonious end to their meeting, but she’s gotten what she wanted so, sporting a smile, she heads back to her limo while Red produces hand wipes and disinfectants to combat the slew of stuff she possibly contracted from Johnny.
Red: Are you sure consorting with the enemy is a good play?
Amelia: Unfortunately I need some people on the inside - those with nothing to lose. There’s no way I’ll survive without it. Contingency plans, like I said.
With that, they pile into the limo and drive away.