He was something of a creature, with his skeletal reach but soft face, untouched by the violence and abuse he traded in. Young for his rise in the business, Kade was thought of as a king in these areas, but also as retribution. He liked to indulge in his foremost vice, which was others's misfortune. A creature, like it was said, because he didn't play with people the way a man should. He didn't mind the rumors, it kept some superstitious takers punctual with their payments. And the ones who wouldn't scare from stories simply became fare in new little rumors of mutilation. Really, it was better than any powder or pill.<br/><br/>Late night, as always, and the king wakes when he wants. The boyish pretty turned to the ceiling. He didn't live toward the center of the city like he could. What use was it when all his responsibilities were here, anyway? His dad had sold from an apartment like this. The legacy peddler of sought rushes sat up, cock out, palm to his dark eye. He liked the sound of rain. Black hair fell into the other brown socket when he stood. Sheila was still unconscious. She didn't smell dead among the other scents coming off her, which was encouraging. She was young, too, but she wouldn't last the way she was hitting this life. That's why he fucked her, like a commodity soon to be taken off the shelves. Yesterday she'd snorted his cum up with some snow. Well raised college girl.<br/><br/>"Hey boss, there's..." Ivan started, but Kade help up the hand not massaging his ocular cavity damn near to blindness.<br/><br/>"Don't fuckin..." he warned. And Ivan knew better than to insist.<br/><br/>Eventually the dastardly king did emerge into the dilapidated courtroom where Juliette waited. He was wearing black slacks and a blue shirt, best brand, completely open. Sternum and abs - neglect more than hoisting metal, which made him katnip for the artistic, lined eyes that wanted escapes and adventure. He licked alarmingly red lips as he sat down on the couch. He'd always liked Jule. She was punctual even if she'd been slipping lately. He looked her over, brown eyes clear as he pulled up a redvine from the floor, and tore a inch off with his teeth. The click was loud between them. "'lo, m'am." he gave as he chewed with open mouth. Perfect teeth because meth was for buyers, not sellers.<br/><br/>He meant to visit her one of these days. Juliette was exactly the kind of girl who might be able to handle this shit with a normal life on the side. She sure as hell thought so. And that was why he wanted to give her a push so she'd end up like Sheila. On any given day Kade was too busy for side projects, though. "Off with the hoodie." he muttered and rolled the candy in her direction. He looked around for something that could complete his breakfast. "How's Syd?" he asked as he reached for an open container of beer. He didn't even  grimace when he emptied it with two swallows and bit into the little vine again. He kept it in the corner of his mouth like a toothpick. "She eat your ass? I don't remember." He chuckled and stretched. Jule had been adamant about her orientation. He was pretty sure he was going to mess with that, too.