you're the right kind of sinner {closed}

[jordanian_jem]

WHO: Quatre Raberba Winner jordanian_jem, Aerith Gainsborough radiantsonnet, Trowa Barton onbitchdetail
WHAT: tail end of Quatre's act, then down to some business
WHERE: The Circus
WHEN: approximately 2 am

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[radiantsonnet]

The figure was accpetable, slightly pricey sure but you paid that extra for relaibility. This was information she wanted and Katrina knew it. It was fair enough. That was the way the world worked and she had to deal with that.

"That price is acceptable. I'll need everything you can give me on the kidnapper. I'll find out who hired him."

Even if she had to pick his mind apart piece by piece she would find out who had done this and she would bring them down, in any way she could. Literally, financially even if it was just his street cred she would make him pay. Taking some notes from her dress she straightened them and passed them to her.

"Keep on it if you can, any knew information contact me. If I have any new cases I need your impact on I'll let you know. Now lets talk details."

Aerith eyed her untouched drink, she really wasn't in the mood for alcohol but she had better not be rude to Katrina or the club, picking up the glass she touched it to her lips taking a sip. Not bad, she didn't mind some cocktails and this was pretty good espescially for the kind of venue.

[jordanian_jem]

Quatre stuffed the bills into his bra and smirked, inclining his head in a thank you. Aerith, despite his irritation with her, was a good customer and one of the ones he dealt with striving to get the bad ones off the streets. Then again, he felt almost bad giving her the name of the killer. The killer was one that gave Quatre chills, even if he had never been involved in the man's work. He knew the death's were brutal, and no one ever found the bodies.

"The name you want is Sakurazukamori. The assassin clan." he offered. "The... current head of the clan is Seishirou, and he's the man hired to do the job." Quatre hesitated. "You can try to get out of him anything you want, but I'm not sure he'll be impressed." He rarely offered warnings. This time he did. One did not play with the Sakurazukamori and live.

"I can only warn. I think you'll ignore me." he said succinctly. "Good luck, Miss Gainsborough. I hope to see you again." He stood. It was an obvious end to their conversation.

[radiantsonnet]

Aerith stood to match him. A short nod was all the response she gave him, though it was enough there buisness was over. The warning was received though he was right it would be ignored. That is all that there was to it. She could not abide by this, for the girls family she had to see this through.

Many would say she was too involved, some could even see it as weakness. They would be wrong this wasn't weakness, to the contrary this is from where she drew her strength. The fact that she cared was why she did what she did. There were her own personal reasons as well, they weren't the only ones though. It was how she kept herself true to her cause.

She would reach the bottom of this. That she swore by all that she was.

[onbitchdetail]

As Aerith left, Trowa moved toward Quat. The girl took the stairs, her hand moving over the lights that hugged the banister. He placed an arm around Quatre's shoulders because even with the heels, Trowa would have to bend too far to comfortably wrap an arm around Quatre's waist. "How was it?" Anger and worry was written all across Quarte's face under the layers of foundation and powder. As an aside, Trowa added, "Good thing she pays so well, because I've never liked that one."

They would probably end up downstairs soon enough with the other girls chatting with the regulars, sharing dances with the ones who were working on getting piss drunk even more quickly since they drank even more when they danced, and secretly (or not so) kissing tenderly in a corner over a beer Quatre wouldn't touch but would taste on Trowa's breath. Right now, though, they were going to need some time to unwind. They always did after a job. Quatre for the obvious reasons, and Trowa because sometimes these clients wound him too tightly -- normally it was some of the regulars because he knew how they worked. The new ones and the ones that had surpassed regulars into ... almost friends were his favorites. His favorites were the ones that they would go out to lunch and laugh, act like normal people while they discussed their illegal affairs. He didn't tell Quatre because it wasn't the time, not in their relationship, and not in their lives, but he hoped that the two of them were going to always have friends that let them laugh and eat together like that

... Trowa shook his head as he pulled Quatre closer. Something was seriously wrong if he were considering Quatre's clients his friends, but that was their lives. Clients. Contracts. Sales. A guy had to make the best of it.

[jordanian_jem]

Quatre unconsciously leaned into the comfort and strength Trowa offered. Quatre might have been a damned good businessman, but everyone had always criticized that he took everything to heart too much. This time... he couldn't help but feel that he'd sent Solana off to her death. And while she'd overstepped her boundaries this time (there was an unspoken agreement among them that they would keep their minds to themselves, after all) he did not want to see her become the victim of the Sakurazukamori.

"I need some water." he muttered more to himself than to his boyfriend. He moved towards the bar to get just that, but stopped before he reached it, shoulders hunched. "I'm terrible. I just sold that poor girl to Sakurazuka, and for what? Some cash." He clenched his eyes closed. "I'm an absolutely terrible person."

[onbitchdetail]

Trowa watched Quatre move to the bar. His body language was the kind that Trowa hated seeing. The guy was beating himself up over something that couldn't be helped. Then, like clockwork, he started out a near babble explaining how he was one of the worst people to have ever set foot on the planet.

"Quatre," Trowa said his name and took a few long steps towards him to place a hand on his shoulder. "That's not true." So some of it was, but the point was that a lot wasn't. "You're not a terrible person. You didn't sell her up river either. You just gave her what she wanted." Which was the ability to sell herself up river, but that was in the details. Trowa placed himself between Quatre and the bar, bent his knees, and looked into Quatre's eyes. "You're not a bad person."