Post by Joey Corleone on Jun 21, 2009 7:16:44 GMT -5
Earlier this morning, Tony had received a phone call from his boss, Ben Costello. He had a mission, a mission to negotiate with a crack dealer who hasn't been giving the Costellos a cut. And since he's on Tony's turf, Costellos demand a cut. Tony is in his convertible, dressed in white shirt, white dress pants and white shoes. The top three buttons of his white shirt are unbuttoned to enjoy the fresh breeze from Rodeo. He has plans to go to the beach after his mission is finished. Tony parks his car in a parking lot of the restaurant where he had eaten earlier. Tony walks down the sidewalk, angrily staring at the pedestrians. Tony cuts right and stops for a second or so. He reaches his pockets to get the address of the crack dealer. Tony, after being sure that he has the right address, decides to wait until the crack dealer is near his house. Tony draws his hands into his pockets and pulls out a cigar with a lighter. He keeps the cigar in his mouth and lights it up.
He leans his back against a small tree on the pavement, and he watches the things around him. A woman of a younger age dressed as a hooker, exposing her best features of the body walks on the sidewalk in front of Tony. Tony slaps his palms across her ass as she walks near him. The girl looks back and soon, both of them are seen kissing. Out of the corner of his eye, Tony catches a glimpse of the crack head parking his motorcycle and entering his small den. “Hey, baby! Be at my mansion tonight and we can do something! I gotta get moving now!” Tony says, handing the address of his mansion and leaving the scene. As he nears the crack dealer, the dealer gets suspicious and turns around angrily. “Who the fuck are you, asshole?” the dealer asks, as if about to bring out his gun.
“I’m Tony Montana. You ain’t giving the Costellos their cut, man! You dealing in my turf now. You give us Costellos our cut, you understand, maricon?” Tony speaks, his every word having effect on the pussy crack dealer. The dealer pretends to be tough and reaches for his pocket to get a pistol out. He aims the pistol at his chest level, straight into Tony. Tony’s right hand bunches to a fist and swings his hand wildly at the dealer. Going for his face first, the dealer falls back with his gun pretty much away from him. The dealer leaps up to his feet quickly and starts running away, cursing Tony under his breath. The dealer finds that Tony is too fast for him. Tony, as he nears the dealer, grabs hold of his neck and pulls him down on the sidewalk hardly.
Tony hovers over the crack dealer and warns him, “Next, your head will be deep inside this earth. Pay your tribute to the Costellos. And warn your other dealers, too.” The dealer replies, “Okay, okay! Just don’t hurt me!”. Just then, the dealer’s 15 year old soon appears and runs into the scene. He crouches down, low to the concrete. “What have you done!?” he screams at Tony, pushing him aside. Tony hands the kid a 100 dollar bill and says, “He’ll be okay. And if he’s serious, just let me know, okay?”
Tony leaves the scene as his escape car, the convertible arrives..
He leans his back against a small tree on the pavement, and he watches the things around him. A woman of a younger age dressed as a hooker, exposing her best features of the body walks on the sidewalk in front of Tony. Tony slaps his palms across her ass as she walks near him. The girl looks back and soon, both of them are seen kissing. Out of the corner of his eye, Tony catches a glimpse of the crack head parking his motorcycle and entering his small den. “Hey, baby! Be at my mansion tonight and we can do something! I gotta get moving now!” Tony says, handing the address of his mansion and leaving the scene. As he nears the crack dealer, the dealer gets suspicious and turns around angrily. “Who the fuck are you, asshole?” the dealer asks, as if about to bring out his gun.
“I’m Tony Montana. You ain’t giving the Costellos their cut, man! You dealing in my turf now. You give us Costellos our cut, you understand, maricon?” Tony speaks, his every word having effect on the pussy crack dealer. The dealer pretends to be tough and reaches for his pocket to get a pistol out. He aims the pistol at his chest level, straight into Tony. Tony’s right hand bunches to a fist and swings his hand wildly at the dealer. Going for his face first, the dealer falls back with his gun pretty much away from him. The dealer leaps up to his feet quickly and starts running away, cursing Tony under his breath. The dealer finds that Tony is too fast for him. Tony, as he nears the dealer, grabs hold of his neck and pulls him down on the sidewalk hardly.
Tony hovers over the crack dealer and warns him, “Next, your head will be deep inside this earth. Pay your tribute to the Costellos. And warn your other dealers, too.” The dealer replies, “Okay, okay! Just don’t hurt me!”. Just then, the dealer’s 15 year old soon appears and runs into the scene. He crouches down, low to the concrete. “What have you done!?” he screams at Tony, pushing him aside. Tony hands the kid a 100 dollar bill and says, “He’ll be okay. And if he’s serious, just let me know, okay?”
Tony leaves the scene as his escape car, the convertible arrives..