Pawn in Waiting

[COZ♥]

Elise only started to realize how annoying her new "toy" could be when she had to meet an addict in a stinky alley full of needles and garbage. She should have picked a better place during the call, but it didn't strike her as a problem, then. By God, if he didn't show up soon, she-- she didn't know what she'd do. She couldn't kill him if she wanted more, and she did.
To make it all worse, the night was cold, rising goosebumps on her skin, and each noise made her jump -- not that that was unusual in itself.

Honestly, couldn't trust anyone to be on time these days, could you?

[Apologies again for shittiness.]

[Bucket]

When the contact arrived, he was stumbling around as if his blood-alcohol level was hovering around forty-seven percent. He was high on a cocktail from Nikolai that he couldn't have described if he tried. He shambled towards Elise, reached into his jacket, pulled out a letter, managed to mutter out the phrase "You this for is", and fell flat on his face, completely unconscious. The letter he had been holding in a trembling grasp moments before fluttered gently through the air, floating towards Elise and finally landing softly at her feet.

Picking up the letter with some apprehension, Elise read the note inside.

Representative of the gang Azulus, I regret to inform you that I have evaluated your potential and found that your organization lacks the resources to meet my demands. Your group lacks both the monetary reserves required and the lethal membership levels needed to guarantee my own safety. I must inform you now, then, that your respective organization has been disqualified from consideration as my affiliate. If you desire to obtain more of my products, then you will have to arrange a deal with either the Red Moon Group or the Black Dogs, depending on which of the organizations I select as my affiliate.

-Nikolai Karchov