<span style="color: #E3A857">"What!", he exclaimed, shaking his head. "A trophy girlfriend, really?", Clarence completed, walking to the door and locking it. "She's a cutie all right, but she has the worst temper I have ever seen. And I'm not over reacting".</span><br/><br/>Clyde laughed.<span style="color: #B7410E">"What one considers a temper the other considers sass."</span>What could he say? He liked sassy women. He wanted to ask where the girl was from as his friend mentioned her going back home but that would have to wait. Clarence was right. He hadn't come here to discuss some random dame, nor had he come to discuss Clarence's non-existent love life. There was a different reason he was here this time.<br/><br/>He nursed his drink for a few moments. He was almost certain the man knew what he wanted. He smirked.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Do you just like hearing me beg?"</span>Of course he never begged for anything. He never had to, not that he ever would. But he knew Clarence wanted details. He usually tried to suffice the man's curiosity without giving too much away. There was no need to trouble his friend with the sordid details of what he did. He'd seen things, done things, that would keep most men - especially good-hearted ones like Clarence - up at night. But not him. Guilt was a luxury one could not afford in his line of 'work'.<br/><br/>He nursed his drink some more, taking a couple more sips before swirling it around. He took another sip then set it down on a coaster on the coffee table. He leaned forward on the couch.<span style="color: #B7410E">"I have a... 'job' to do. Probably the biggest one yet. &amp; I need plates. &amp; burlap sacks if you have them. Potato bags will do."</span>He put his hands up to stop the lecture he was surely about to get.<span style="color: #B7410E">"&amp; before you say anything, don't worry. I'm well aware of the risk. Besides, I'm not going in alone."</span>He picked up his drink & took another sip.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Buck's coming with."</span><br/><br/>Nathaniel Buck April. Clyde's older brother by a year. Now one might say that being older Buck had a lot to do with the trouble Clyde would get into. But truth was Clyde was quite capable of getting himself into trouble with or without Buck. In fact most of the time it was him getting Buck into trouble. Not saying that the twenty-two year old was an angel - not even close. But both boys always had a knack for being 'mischievous' as their family would call it.<br/><br/>He smiled at the man.<span style="color: #B7410E">"So... What do you say? Think you can help me out? I'll pay you for it. You know I'm always good for my word."</span>