Mafioso Tango (Saku and Sevenpercentsolution)
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				Title: <strong>Mafioso Tango (Saku and Sevenpercentsolution)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 23:21:40</strong>
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				Roger was a micro-managing prick and everyone knew it. Some employees had even quit the job because of that but Dean didn't have the luxury to since he needed this until one day his desired position opened up at the college he had graduated from three years ago. He could have tried to find a job anywhere else but the educational institute held sentimental value to him and he couldn't let it go. Yes he had been waiting for three years for the current Spanish teacher to leave or drop dead but she had not yet vacated that spot and he was growing tired of waiting and sometimes thought about offing her himself. But then he would go to jail and that would not help him in any way other than open the spot up to someone besides him and thus making it even harder to get. No, he needed to wait until the position opened up naturally and that meant who knew how long which kind of made him a bit depressed. So instead he had to do the boring job that he'd done for the past three years.<br><br>The sort of work he could do now with his eyes closed and sometime he did do it like that just to make the work a bit easier to handle, damn Roger. His boss must have OCD. He really had to. No one was this nitpicky or counted every single office supply and folder in the entire place! Dean's position was called <em>Resume Screener Position</em> and by all rights should have been done at home not in the office but Roger had decided that it should be done during the work day in an office. So he'd made it that way. This position was not very hard to do and once a person knew what he was expected to do and did it for a few weeks it was easy as pie and nothing ever changed so there was no room for growth. It was a dull, dead-end, boring job that only paid enough to barely survive while the boss got nearly all the company's profits, it was a wonder the place even stayed in business. Dean was able to pay his rent and some of his bills with the salary he made but it was a rather tight fit.<br><br>Sometimes he had to borrow from his parents but then that was what parents were for, right? He hated it. They should have been entitled to making more money but no one stood up for themselves for they all needed the job since the economy was slowly dying in the world at this particular time. "Mr. Winchester, are you sure you didn't take two boxes of staples from the cabinet? You know you're only allowed one until it's completely empty and then you can take another. Open up that desk for me." Roger said as he came up behind Dean and tapped him on the shoulder and Dean swung around in his swivel chair, the only good thing about the job, and almost glared but stopped himself just in time. "Be my guest, Roger. I only took one box but you're always free to look." He said and Roger tsked as he shook his finger at his employee for he liked everyone to be polite and respectful in his work place. "Now Mr. Winchester, I respect you and the rest of the people in this office so you should too."<br><br>He told the other man and Dean felt a muscle spasm in his cheek as he chewed on the inside of his mouth, wanting to spring from his chair and throttle his boss but that would only get him into trouble that he could not afford. Instead he forced a smile. "I'm sorry, Mr. Kurtz, did you find what you were looking for?" Dean asked and Roger closed his drawer as he nodded, slapping him on the shoulder. "Carry on. Don't clock out until five o'clock, I'll be monitoring." Roger reminded him and went off to bother some of his other employees so that he could make sure no one else was taking too much of something. It seemed all the man did was meander about doing meaningless things just to annoy others. Dean rolled his eyes as he turned back to his computer screen and clicked on the company's email to open up a series of resumes that had been sent to them. He scrolled through them all, highlighted them and clicked with his mouse to import all the files into a specialized application tracking program.<br><br>Then he organized all the documents submitted by job applicants, verified that all required data was transferred into the company's database and scrolled through the resumes to find which ones ranked the highest. Placing them in order of best to least he put them aside and went through the process all over again as he started on the second page of emails. Once he was done with what seemed like these endless emails, Dean would print out background packets to those that they deemed the most worthy, staple them together, put them in envelopes and then sent them down to the mail room. Other than that his day was pretty much done but all that usually took all day and when he came in the next morning it was much the same. When he had free time which was almost never, Roger tended to give him even more work that didn't even qualify in his job description. At all.<br><br>Yet Dean needed the job and was one of the types of people that never wanted to 'start' anything with his boss of all people and had not refused anything Roger had asked him to do. In his entire life. It was really pathetic. He looked forward to five o'clock every day with a blinding passion for it meant he was free for the rest of the night to do whatever he wanted and he wanted to make himself and everyone else smile. People deserved to be happy when they weren't with Roger. Dean was a really nice guy and if he could have had his dream job, the one he'd wanted ever since he graduated from college he would have had a happy life. Not to mention bring even more happiness to others. Five o'clock came and went but Dean and the other workers stayed in their seats until it hit 5:05 PM because sometimes Roger's watch was slow and he threw a fit if anyone left before his watch said it was time to leave.<br><br>Then there was a hurried rush to get out of the office and head off home and usually Dean was no different from the others at all but this time he felt an urge to call his brother and sister to see how they were doing since he hadn't talked to them in a while. He'd just talked to his parents two days ago to beg for money to pay the electricity at his apartment along with car insurance so he didn't exactly want to call so soon after because they'd probably think he was after more money again. Dean flipped open his cell phone and sighed as he dialed his brother's number. "Sam? Hey, it's me. I just wanted to check up on you and Bela and see how things were going." He said and smiled when he heard Sam tell him that he was doing fine and that he'd aced a test earlier that day and was happy for him, Dean remembered when he'd done that back when he had been in college. It was a great feeling.<br><br>It made him feel like he could do anything, be anyone. And then the cold hard world came crashing down around him and reminded him of reality. But there was still hope. If that Spanish teacher up and died or got in an accident perhaps he'd get the job! "Dean? You still there? I asked how you were doing." Sam said, frowning on the other side of the line for his brother had gone silent for a few minutes and since he wasn't there he couldn't see what was happening but was reassured when he heard Dean's voice again. Bela looked up from her brother's bed as she turned a page in the science book she was studying and raised a brow. "Dean do another silent thing?" She asked and Sam grinned, nodding as he listened to his brother tell him that he needed to go but just wanted to hear his voice. "You want to talk to Bela? Sure, hang on a second." Sam handed the phone to his sister as Bela reached over to grab the cell and put it to her ear. <br><br>"You know, Dean, we should really get those bluetooth devices, they're so awesome." She said, twirling a finger in a strand of blonde hair that had fallen over her shoulder and rolled her eyes when Dean told her that those devices were too expensive to get and she shook her head. "That's the whole point, they're fashionable. We should get some. Okay, well come see us sometime, we miss you." Bela pressed the end button and then handed the phone back to her brother with a sigh. "He seems fine. Same old, same old." She said and went back to her studying as Sam did the same, opening up his criminal justice textbook to study for another test, his mind totally devoted to it. It had been great to hear their voices again and from the sound of it they were quite focused on their schoolwork which was a good thing. But wait until they tried getting out into the real world and discovered they couldn't get in that easily.<br><br>Then they'd figure out why Dean couldn't get the job he really wanted, it wasn't as though he wasn't trying hard enough. He had tried everything short of murdering the Spanish teacher himself! Some things just couldn't be done no matter how much you wanted it. It had to do with luck and connections. That was the truth and he didn't have either in the job he wished for and so he was SOL. Tomorrow would be more of the same unless some miracle happened and Dean couldn't wait to get back to his apartment to see what he could do tonight that would make him feel better. Oddly enough, he was more happy when he helped others out than if he did something that only pleased him. Not many people were like that. Dean walked out to his car, a black Mitsubishi Eclipse, one of the worst cars when it came to safety on the road but it was also one of the cheaper ones too and that was all he thought of.<br><br>Once he got his dream job he'd try and save up for a better car. For now, the Eclipse would have to do. On the way home, Dean saw a guy stranded on the side of the road with a blown tire and he raised a brow. How lucky for the stranger that Dean was someone that liked to help people and the Eclipse pulled over to the side as he got out. "Hey! Need some help, stranger?" Dean called out as he walked over to where the other man was currently standing, waiting to see what the other would say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mafioso Tango (Saku and Sevenpercentsolution)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>04-06-2009, 23:26:01</strong>
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				There was really no safe place in Miami for a person's car to break down, but some cars tended to be safer than others; for instance, a BMW on the side of a busy freeway wouldn't last longer than a few minutes before some opportunistic punk came along and jacked parts of it, while an aging Honda would be left alone.&nbsp; Either way, the problem was that neither would get any actual help from passers-by, because that sort of thing simply didn't happen in South Beach.<br><br>Harmon had the latter sort of car; the forest green Toyota Echo had given out on him nearly an hour ago and no amount of cooling or toying with the engine was starting it back up; it needed a jump, but he was realistic enough to acknowledge there was little chance of that happening in the city - but the thing was a rental, and leaving it out for the vultures just wasn't an option.<br><br>So he had ended up reclining on the hood of the car, arms folded over his chest, head tilted back like he had just decided to catch some Miami rays on the side of a highway, a particularly bizarre sight due to the fact he was dressed in a precisely tailored charcoal-hued Armani suit and what appeared to be a pair of bright orange converse shoes.&nbsp; Currently, with the hot Florida sun bearing down, he had removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, his tie pulled loose around his neck - like a businessman who had just got off work.<br><br>His head turned to the side when the Eclipse pulled up, eyes shielded by the small black circles of his sunglasses, and he stared for a moment before sitting up like a creature from a Bela Lugosi movie, his body unfolding from the hood of the car, joint by joint as though stretching out each section of himself before putting it to use.&nbsp; <br><br>He turned towards Dean and offered him a beaming, 100-watt smile,<br><br>"Sweeter words were never spoken," he said; it was clear from that sentance alone that he wasn't native to Miami, because there was an undeniable roll of an accent lingering in the vowels.&nbsp; He took a step towards the other man then, thrusting out a large, rough hand in greeting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mafioso Tango (Saku and Sevenpercentsolution)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>08-06-2009, 01:49:24</strong>
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				Dean himself was dressed in a casual type office suit, the sort most men would wear when working in an office which was a long sleeved white shirt, dark jeans, a black suit jacket and a navy blue tie. He already felt better when he spotted Harmon by the side of the road with what appeared to be car trouble because there was nothing more satisfying than helping a stranger in need. Dean couldn't help but like the beaming smile Harmon had on his face and returned it with one of his own for what smile didn't deserve a smile in return?<br><br>"Dean Winchester."<br><br>He introduced himself as he stepped forward to grasp Harmon's outstretched hand and shook it. Dean let his eyes flicker over the forest green Toyota Echo that Harmon had been leaning on only a few seconds before he had pulled over. He didn't much care for these types but everyone was entitled to their own opinions. Not to mention the fact that maybe this guy had no interest in them either but this was the only car he could afford or it had been given to him by someone for free. Dean wouldn't turn down a free car from anyone. He wasn't stupid!<br><br>"Looks like you need a lift. Your tire is blown and I'm not sure if pumping it up is going to do any good. You don't happen to have any spare tires, do you?"<br><br>Dean asked because if the guy did then he would be set for Dean could help him remove the blown tire and aid him in putting the replacement one on. It wouldn't take too much time and wasn't too complicated. However, if there wasn't a spare tire available he would need to find a place that sold tires and get a good match for his car and to do that he would need a ride to a shop and Dean happened to have a car and wouldn't mind driving Harmon down. It wasn't as though he had anywhere he really needed to be tonight. He didn't have a girlfriend or anyone to talk to.<br><br>"If you don't have an extra tire, I could take you down to a shop that sells them. I wouldn't mind driving you back here either, I don't have any plans for the evening."<br><br>He told him with a shrug and waited to see what Harmon would say, the guy would make his day if he could help him out of a jam. Helping others that were down on their luck always made him feel better after a lousy day at work and today had not been a good day. Today he had wanted to kill Roger more than usual. Usually he only wanted to strangle his prick boss but today he had wanted to staple his fingers to the desk and shove a pencil through his eye. Dean took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down. Being around Harmon was helping.<br><br>This guy needed his help and he was aiding him and taking his mind away from his shitty job that he had no idea why he was still there. Yes he needed a job until his dream one came along but why couldn't he just get another shitty job elsewhere? The economy sucked at this time but there had to be other options besides this one job he'd had for the past two years, so why didn't he try and apply for something else? Dean wasn't entirely sure why he didn't give it a shot, maybe because he was afraid to lose his current job while searching for a different job.<br><br>It was better to have a shitty job where you wanted to shoot yourself than none at all, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mafioso Tango (Saku and Sevenpercentsolution)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 02:06:40</strong>
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				Harmon took in the sight of him; Dean was young and lean, his clothing was formal enough that it told the story of a man who worked in an office, one that required a respectable appearance - so he probably dealt with clients - but the suit itself was of the more affordable variety, which took government or law-enforcement occupations out of the question.&nbsp; <br><br>Good.<br><br>He had always been sure a handshake could tell a lot about a person, and Dean's was strong and firm, which made Harmon's smile broaden just a little more before he released the other man's hand,<br><br>"You're a good man, Mr. Winchester, there aren't many Miami residents who would stop to help a stranded motorist," Harmon said, and jerked his thumb towards where the car was drooping sadly on the curb, "This thing is a rental, so I can't really leave it out on the side of the road - I'd have called for a tow truck earlier, but it would figure that my cell gave out just before the car did - Murphy's law, right?&nbsp; When one thing goes wrong, everything else does."<br><br>He looked towards the sky for a moment, then back to Dean,<br><br>"You got a phone on you?&nbsp; If you could call for a towing service, it'd be a huge help - I've just got to get this thing back to my place and I've got everything I need to fix it up back there." he said, gesturing vaguely.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mafioso Tango (Saku and Sevenpercentsolution)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 21:14:07</strong>
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				Most people wouldn't stop and give someone a hand on the side of the road because they were afraid of being jacked. It was a very understandable feeling since everyone was mortal. Humans were naturally afraid of those who liked to kill. There had been more cases lately in the news regarding deaths of people who had stopped to help a stranger out and lost their lives in the process.<br><br>This made it quite hard to get aid unless it was from a tow truck company or a police car because everyone was afraid of getting killed by someone they didn't know. Dean on the other hand got satisfaction from helping others out regardless of the consequences, he didn't let fear rule him. It wasn't because he was brave or wanted to prove something to others, he just didn't see the need.<br><br>If he had he wouldn't be working at a dead-end job that he hated. He would have been fired from it and would probably be out on the street, jobless and a bum which was not what he had in mind. Helping people was the only source of stress relief that he had and if that were taken away, Dean didn't know what he would do, he'd probably flip out. Act on his fantasizes about killing Mr. Kurtz.<br><br>Distracted, he shook those dark thoughts aside and instead concentrated on the man who was in front of him right now. His life was better as it was now rather than what it would have been if things had been different. Dean smiled as Harmon shook his hand, the man had a nice firm grip which meant he was confident and that was always a good thing, confidence got you far in life.<br><br>When Harmon explained about the car being a rental, Dean shook his head, a frown coming to his face. "Oh really? That's too bad. You should try and get reimbursed for that. Since it's a rental I'm sure they cover having a flat tire or something at least." Dean said and shook his head when Harmon spoke of bad luck happening and he gave him a wry grin for he knew exactly what that was like.<br><br>It was as though this guy was in the same boat as him. Although he probably only had bad luck every now and then instead of all the time like Dean did since his suit spoke of richness. Dean's was simply ordinary for he couldn't afford anything more expensive. "I know where you're coming from and I totally agree with you. It just doesn't seem as though luck is with us today. Yeah I have a phone."<br><br>He said and dug into his pocket to produce his cell which he handed to Harmon and realized that he'd never asked the man for his name. "I never caught your name, sir." Dean remarked as he waited for Harmon to make his call and leaned up against the side of his Eclipse. It was getting somewhat hot but he didn't think he'd be out here too long so he didn't try to take any of his clothing off, at least not yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mafioso Tango (Saku and Sevenpercentsolution)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sevenpercentsolution</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 16:52:48</strong>
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				Taking the cellphone gratefully; he dialed for a tow truck and brought the phone to his ear while it rang - his eyebrows shot up for an instant as he realized his mistake,<br><br>"I guess I neglected that, didn't I?&nbsp; How rude of me - it's Harmon Ludke," he said, and opened his mouth to speak again, but then hesitated, brows furrowing for an instant as someone picked up the line, "Ja, Carl?&nbsp; Das verfluchte Auto gliederte auf; du musst kommen erhältst es jetzt. Auf der Autobahn schnell verschieben."<br><br>There was a pause, he nodded, and then hung up the phone,<br><br>"Old friend of mine," Harmon said, offering another beaming smile as he handed the phone back to Dean, "He runs a service here, convenient, yes?"<br><br>He cocked his head to the side, observing Dean for a moment,<br><br>"I want you to come out with me for a drink, Dean." he said; it didn't sound like a request - more like an invitation that simply couldn't be declined, then he added, "To say thank you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mafioso Tango (Saku and Sevenpercentsolution)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>05-07-2009, 19:24:26</strong>
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				He leaned against the side of his car as Dean gave the other man some privacy for his phone call. He was respectful like that, in a day and age when no one seemed to have any respect any more, just take a look at his boss, Roger Kurtz. Dean inclined his head when Harmon introduced himself to him and as the other man started to talk on the cell, he let his eyes flicker over the rental car for a moment. It wasn't a bad car and he wondered if the company really would reimburse him for the flat tire or if they would consider it his fault. Or bad luck even.<br><br>Dean wouldn't be surprised if they did, for companies liked to screw over the little people that worked under them, it didn't matter if they had no money, they were bastards like that. He looked over at Harmon when the man handed his phone back and Dean took it with a nod and a smile as he pocketed the slim object once more. "Was that German I heard?" Dean asked for he'd heard the language Harmon had spoken into the cell earlier, before he'd had the courtesy to step away and it made for some good conversation should Harmon be the chatty type.<br><br>"Yeah, it is convenient, what service?" The sound of cars whipping by them on the highway caused Dean to look past Harmon for a moment to make sure none of them were going to try and ram into their vehicles. You never knew what people were capable of nowadays. His attention was brought back to Harmon when the other man spoke again and Dean blinked at the way Harmon had put the 'offer' to have a drink with him. Dean would have accepted anyway but it was kind of odd the way he'd phrased it. "Sure! I don't really have anything else to do tonight anyway. Where did you have in mind? Come on and get in."<br><br>He said, wondering where Harmon had been thinking of and went around to the driver's side of his car and slid behind the wheel, waiting for Harmon to climb into the passenger seat.
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