Title: The Cost of Doing Business
Fandom: Gargoyles, general series
Characters: Hyena, Fox
Prompt #08 weeks
Disclaimer: Gargoyles, the Animated Series belong to Disney and Buena Vista Television. It is not mine.
“The Cost of Doing Business” by karrenia
She normally was not one for doing the bar scene, but there were times when she needed to get out, get a change of scenery, and doing so did not require either the presence or approval from her brother. Heyna put the finishing touches on her rouged up-slanting cheek-bones and a touch of coral –colored lipstick on her mouth and then capped and pocketed her makeup into her hand-bag.
That done, Hyena stepped into the bar with its glittering marque proclaiming the place as the Blue Iris, paying the cover fee as she went in. She elbowed her way through the seating area, aware without appearing that she was aware of the various reactions her appearance evoked in the diverse and noisy crowd.
Had she had wanted to do the bar scene, with all of its clichéd pick-up lines and awkward fumbling through the motions she would chose to wear her slinky low-cut dresses instead of, for her, a more subdued mauve dressy pant-suit.
She sat down in a vacant stool at the bar and planted her elbows on the smooth polished, catching the bar-tender’s eye, “Hey, I’d like a martini on the rocks and keep’em coming.”
“Sure,” he replied. “Anything you say.”
Her drinks arrived, salty and sweet and she had enjoyed about three in a half drinks when she sensed rather than saw another person com into the bar, take a moment to give the entire first floor room a quick and penetrating appraisal, and deliberate choose to sit down in the only available stool next to her In the back of her mind Hyena thought, ‘Can’t a girl catch a damn break in this town?’.
And given from various tell-tale signs that Hyena had learned or had had drilled into from her years working as a mercenary, the person obviously wanted something from her. She turned just a fraction of an inch
Hyena sniffed and then barked out the high-pitched laughter that had earned her nickname among her former comrade-in –arms, the Pack.
“Mosey on along, this is my night off, so just you piss off,” she muttered.
The woman did not flinch but she did remove the hood from her jacket and replied. “How did you know it was me?”
“Come on, Fox, it’s not like you were making it very difficult. I know it was you from about five ten tables away. That confident swagger gives you away every time.”
Fox nodded her head and replied: “And that outfit you’re wearing wouldn’t have been chosen to say, cover up any of your, shall we, say, enhancements, would it?” Fox, to her way of thinking, was more than willing to sally a few early gives before going in for the far more serious conversational blows.
“Cheap-shot, I here I would have thought as Ms. Money-bags you would have had more class than that.”
Fox bristled, her red hair floating around her head in the wind from the over-head ceiling fan but she kept her temper. Hyena had always had a short fuse and she had not tracked her from her current apartment building to this bar just to exchange blows, she had a far more important game in mind.
“Look, if you want us to come back and work for you, there’s no amount of money in the world that will make us agree to that,” Hyena replied as she down the last of the martini in front of her and signaled the bar-tender that she wanted another.
“Then you and your brother are doing fine on your own?” Fox asked.
“We do well enough,” Hyena replied. “But thanks for caring; I’ll be certain to tell my brother that you cared enough to chat.”
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with the failure to destroy the Sun Amulet a few weeks ago, would it?” Fox asked ignoring what she thought was Hyena’s rather juvenile nonchalance and impertinence for the moment.
“Nah,” so you just mosey on along. Don’t call us, we’ll may or may not call you.”
“We’ve known each other a long time, Hyena,” Fox said quietly, pitched low enough that she was not overly worried about someone else over-hearing in the noisy and crowded bar, but knowing that the other women could hear perfectly well what with her cyborg-enhancements.
“Those did not come cheaply, and I‘ve done my homework that you’re not as financially well-enough as you want me to believe.”
“So what?” Hyena hissed back. “What are you saying that if Jackal and I don’t get back on bard your crazy money train, you’ll call in a return on your investment?” Screw that! I’m outta here.”
Hyena rose to her feet and stalked away before Fox could react and watched her wave and bob through the crowd, knocking plates and glasses to the floor, and pushing aside servers and patrons alike.
Fox, quickly recovering, followed in her trail and soon caught up with her and grabbed the shorter woman’s arm in a vise grip and twisted it painfully. “Look, I know that right now you wouldn’t believe me if I told up was down and down was up, but I’m offering you a chance to come back into the fold. It’s in your own best interests.”
“Piss off!” Hyena twisted a fraction of an inch to one side and broke the grip on her arm.
“You wouldn’t have a clue what was in my own best interests. You never did!”
Fox had the grace to flinch both from the angry tirade and the pure fury blazing out of
Hyena’s eyes. “What did I ever do to you?”
“You’re so damn arrogant,. So damn ambitious, and you used the Pack and my brother and I, like you use everyone else!”
“I, I, never thought of it that way,” Fox whispered, “And for what’s it’s worth, I am sorry.”
“Not that it makes much difference at this point,” Hyena muttered back.
“So, now what?” Fox asked.
“So, you go back to your nice rich life and I’ll go back to my mercenary life, and we agree not to mention this little head-to-head to anyone, capiche?”
“I’d agree, in principle,” Fox replied. “If only it were that simple.”
“Why complicate things?” Hyena asked with another of her high-pitched laughs. “Seems simple enough to me.”
“Because, I do need to inform you that the next offer that comes down the line is from a third party business affiliated with Xanatos Enterprises.”
“Good grief! Don’t you ever take ‘no’ for an answer. Give it up already!”
“All I’m saying is that when you return to your apartment that you take some time to go over the terms of the contract and talk it over with your brother; that’s all.”
“Great, great,” Hyena sighed as she reached up and finger-combed her ruby-painted nails through her shoulder-length brown hair. “Whatever you say. I am officially outta here. And with that she stalked off, the heels of her boots making pinging sound on the asphalt pavement of the sidewalks.