Difficult and impossible are cousins

It had been an overly long and exasperating day for Tomas. Good, keep your opinions to yourself, help was harder and harder to find, and if Manuel, his valet, didn’t let up on how a gentleman should act rhetoric, Tomas was going to personally go to the nearest cemetery, dig up a fragrantly rotting corpse and send it his way.

In fact, the thought gave him great satisfaction, it’d dirty up the anal little prick’s immaculately clean floors too, he mused with a little self-satisfied smile… maybe Tomas’d go find a corpse anyways, it’d be fun seeing Manuel all “Oh, my god, my clean floors. Mister Tomas!” as he mentally mimicked his manservant in his mind and just smiled to himself.

“Hey, Randy, a Santa Teresa Orange Rhum… “ he said to the bartender, who kept him stocked in his favourite spirit. Tomas was a rum drinker, whiskey was freaking poison in his mind. And it tasted like shit too.

“Hey, Maria, estas para comersela...” Tomas remarked, switching easily from Spanish to English as he slowly looked, a buxom redheaded waitress, up and down appreciatively, very easily imagining her serving him in other ways too. (* it means "I could eat you up/ or beautiful)

“Tomas.” Maria said in a cool voice,”Nice to see you are as “hijo puta” as ever.” she said with a cool smile, calling him a son of a bitch in Spanish. “And get your mind out of the gutter... “ she had seen his look and knew exactly what it meant.

“Maria, you are such a cold-hearted woman, I was only appreciating your lovely necklace...” Tomas remarked, ignoring the jibe as he reached out and with deliberate slowness, stroked the necklace that hang low, picked it up, admired it and suddenly pulled her closer to him. “Such a beautiful necklace… from an admirer, perhaps?” he asked with a smirk as he held it up and then deliberately dropped the necklace, watching as it landed between her breasts and smiled, meeting her gaze, then biting his lower lip as he winked at her.”Later, Maria.. “ he said as he leaned in, whispered something in her ear, and licked it with his tongue right before she pulled away, and slapped him hard.

Laughing, Tomas raised his glass to her, turned on by her fire, Maria had never been quite intimidated by him, and her begrudgingly respected her for that.

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Chuckling to himself Tomas watched as Maria, head held high, marched away. Clearly ticked off at him, he saw her talking to the bartender who just shook his head and shrugged. "Coward!" she said loudly and threw a glass of water at him, turned around, gave Tomas a dirty look and walked off.

When a redhead man sat down near him and struck up a conversation. Eyeing him blankly, trying to judge him, Tomas surmised that he was harmless. Probably some poor loser that needed a loan. "Maria has no sense of humor." he remarked wryly, flashing him a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Irish?" Tomas asked, noticing his accent. Ignoring for now his question about his name.

Tomas had to chuckle at that, yes, Maria wouldn't know a good time if it bit her in the fanny, among other delectable parts... although, Tomas then realized the "fanny" bit, suspicious now and wondered just how Irish Fritz was. "The biting in the fanny" was an American thing, not an Irish thing. Although, Tomas had to admit, he'd certainly love to do something to Maria's sweet juicy fanny, and biting it would only be the start.

Deciding to play along, Tomas grinned at Fritz's drunken behavious, wondering just how drunk he was or if he was playing it up. He had met way too many over the years, along with gamblers and conmen looking for a curse or a contract that he could get out of. And now, hearing Fritz use his name, well, that rang some bells....

"Birds of a feather, I'd say probably, not..." Tomas said amused by this statement.

"Nobody is like me." he said quite simply, almost arrogantly, because it was the truth, at least in his mind. Nobody, especially not this person in front of him, was his equal. "Also, how did you know who I was?" he asked, now suspicious of Fritz as he tapped his glass and eyed the bartender, wanting a refill.

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(OOC: Not a problem. I just tried to imagine the words being pronounced with an Irish lilt! :) )

Eyeing Fritz now with open skepticism, Tomas decided to let him talk - It had been quite a while since anybody had had the nerve, crazy misplaced confidence or just plain stupidity to openly approach him publicly and offer Tomas an interesting "business" proposition.

"So Fritz, ..was it?" Tomas said evenly as he studied the man before him, his eyes taking in everything about him. "What sort of business proposition do you think someone like you can offer someone like me?" he asked with a hint of very mild interest.

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When Fritz or Fitz corrected him, Tomas raised an eyebrow just very slightly at this, not sure whether to be amused or taken aback by the fact that the guy had had the balls to correct him. Talking a long sip of his rum, Tomas relented and decided to let Fitz continue with his "interesting" proposition.

"Gentlemen's agreements?" Tomas chuckled at Fitz's description of his contracts, "Is that what they call them now?" he quipped as the barkeep put the bottle of orange rum before him. "Not agreements with the devil himself, contracts with Cain, or something else as equally inventive?" he asked with feigned innocent, secretly delighted with the nicknames that his contracts were given.

When Fritz alluded to his proposition being illegal and worth a lot of money, Tomas slowly put his glass of rum down on the bar, now extremely interested in what he had to say. Tomas enjoyed the risk almost more than the money. In fact, things were quite tame lately. Few gamblers dared to sign anything more than a simple,"If you don't pay in 30 days, Tomas del Bosque possesses all you own, or in lieu of chops of a few fingers" type contract, and there weren't as many curses being sought either. Yes, Manta was becoming rather boring of late, and Fitz had appeared, at perhaps, the right moment.

"Stones, balls, cojones, whatever you want to call them," Tomas said with a wide grin, "I have enough to make a whole convent of nuns blush."

Looking at Fritz again, Tomas turned a little in his chair to face him straight on. "I'm already rich, almost too rich if that's possible," he admitted without conceit - it was just a fact actually - "So money, well, that's not a big draw for me anymore." Tomas stated as he stared directly at Fitz while he talked, "However... risk, something illegal, even dangerous, that sounds like something I might be interested in." Tomas said with a slow smile.

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