Rain glistened across the grease covered street, separating any of the remains of car fluids from asphalt and churning it down rain drains in spirals of dulled rainbows. Heavy three-inch-heeled combat boots trudged through the oily mesh of chemicals, splattering them into less than nothing with their disturbing rushed pace, obviously desperate to escape the sprinkle of rain. A woman, slender and fit, held a dark grey hood over her head to try to protect her loosened brown curls, but not from the rain.<br/><br/>As she approached a large, sleek building, her steel blue eyes jutted around the street, confirming her want for secrecy as she quickly slunk down a nearly invisible staircase on the side of the building toward a shady looking basement. A large man stood at the door and she flashed him a quick, red lipped smile.<br/><br/>"Back fer Kade, 'is ya?"  He asked groggily, hardly paying the short woman any mind. He new the beautiful blue eyed Latina well enough as a customer. She always came back twice a week. 4:30pm on Thursday's and Tuesday's. It was clock work, and she was rarely late.<br/><br/>With a curt nod at the huge man, opening the door for her, her smiled broadened into something more genuine, "Thanks, Leo." She murmured, slipping in past him.<br/><br/>"Dun' mention it, Juiliette." He grumbled in response, letting the door fall shut again behind with a loud, metallic "thud".<br/><br/>The darkened room where bodies writhed on couches, chairs and tables, moans and whimpers rang through the room like music causing a shiver of anticipation to course through Jule's spine. She let out a small sigh of excitement, as her smile grew further and she openly made her way to the back of the room, where a staircase led upstairs, into the actual apartment complex. She knew this isn't where Kade lived, but he did his business here for security purposes.<br/><br/>Or that's what she had always assumed. He knew more about her than she knew about him. Like the fact that she had a girlfriend named Sydney that she hid all of her drug use from, thus why she would come at an unusual time to buy. Or that she would steal Syd's credit card to pay for her activities. But she really didn't know much about her dealer. She really didn't mind not knowing. It made him more attractive in a strange mysterious kind of way.<br/><br/>Folding her fingers into a fist, she gently knocked on the door twice, paused and counted to three and then knocked a third time. She settled in front of the door and buried her cold hands in her hoodies pockets, slipping into the room after another large gentleman wearing a suit answered the door and re-locked it behind her.<br/><br/>With a small spring in her step, Jule danced past men and into a living room, dropping into a comfortably plush chair. One man raised an eyebrow at her and nodded his greetings, "He'll be in shortly." He grumbled before leaving the room.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="641" data-username="@reverse" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/641/">@reverse</a>