"I'm too lazy."

[Keith Richards]

"Dirk? Why would we know where that--"

A fist to the throat cut off the rest of the Juniors comment. It wasn't necessary to hear the rest. After the punch Keith's hand hooked behind the older boy's neck and pulled him down into a rising knee. After this the body slumped to the floor and Keith turned his attention to the other.

"Did he speak for the both of you?"

The other boy was smaller, looking more the part of the kid who got bulled enough that he needed a place of refuge. Keith had been hoping it was with Dirk and whatever group he had connections with but after the first boys reaction he wasn't all that hopeful and already looked as though he would strike.

"I had a friend, he was in Genhat, I can get a message to him. But it may not be fast..."

Keith smiled and stepped forward, hooking his arm around the boys neck and pulling him closer. Standing a head taller Keith titled his head forward and spoke quietly. "Pass the message, we'll wait for him together. If he doesn't show up I'll decide if I should break your neck or hire you a gigolo."

The boy whimpered but the sound was quickly drowned out by cold laughter.

I'm feeling nostalgic, let's have a pleasant lunch at the old Pillar table. We have business to talk about.

[Dirk]

It was atleast a half hour before the message got to Dirk. Old Genaht members were welcome with him, but he was also highly suspicious of them. Vince had as many or more as he, and they were all Genaht as well. Still when he had enough of the area scouted and he was sure there wasn't too much to worry about, he would make his appearance walking towards the table.

"Oh I think I remember you, a true pain in the arse after my own burnt little heart. Whatcha need me for eh? Getting tired of having to deal with fat teachers all by you little wee lonesome?"

The small grin would be plastered on Dirk's face. He couldn't help but be amused at this situation, then there would be the look of confusion like he almost forgot something. Then it would dawn on him and he would point to the weaker boy that Keith was holding on to.

"By the way, we need to beat him. I don't want to be hearing from his buddy again and since we already solved that problem, we need to be solving this one as well."

[Keith Richards]

Keith sat at the lunch table, very much impatient. For every minute that passed another sense of pain was passed onto the frail and pathetic boy. It started simple, a slap to the face, punch to the arm. Gradually it increased, and the boy had a dislocated finger and was hiding his face in his arms with his forehead to the table.

Looking up from his victim Keith saw Dirk approaching, grinned, and waved a welcome in a lazy fashion. "Have to find some way to entertain myself." He said with a cheery voice, his impatience replaced with triumph. Confusion had been on his potential allies face, only to fade when he pointed to the weak boy sitting next to him.

Keith had his arm around the boys shoulders, like he was consoling a crying child. "Oh him? I've been torturing him for the past thirty something minutes, unless he grows some balls I doubt you'll hear from him again, right faggot?" Keith grabbed the back of the boys head and pulled back hard. A sob caught in the boys throat which warped into a strangled whimper, his face red and soaked with tears.

"Hm, I don't think he can talk, but you get my point." Keith shoved the head away from him and the boy fell onto the bench but didn't seem to have the willpower to move. "But that's not why I asked you meet me here, although it is how I did. Go ahead and grab a seat."

[Dirk]

"I usually like more solid beatings... but I suppose as a good start to the meeting I'll take your word for it."

Dirk would shrug slightly, he was certainly more inclined to repeatedly elbowing people across the face, causing blunt force lacerations across the cheek bones, but he supposed slow torture had it's merits. If for no other reason than it seemed to work in this case.

Another moment and he would be sitting infront of Keith a small grin on the face. He was amused and certainly didn't mind the man he was meeting with. If anything he wanted to know what mischief the other had in mind.

"So what are we needing of this humble little man that sits before you? I can only imagine what you have in mind, and I hope it good."

The burned boy's mind was a blur of activity, dreaming of what this unholy union of sorts could mean. His mind would flash to some still unused stolen chemicals from their last encounter and could only hope for a reason to use them.

[Keith Richards]

Keith shrugged casually. Of course beatings had their place but he was sitting at a lunch table tended avoid drawing excessive amounts of attention to himself. Although there were obvious exceptions that came when boredom etched itself a little too deeply.

"I'm not sure if you're being sarcastic or not."

He thought this aloud in response to Dirk's manner of asking what he wanted. It was phrased well but the mental image Keith kept of Dirk was different. But it didn't morph the image because the larger male still had the affinity for brutality.

"But that's not the point. Okay as you've probably guessed I'm a point A to point B kind of guy, right?"

Keith heard pained moan to the left of him and with a single violent movement he turned his shoulder and swung his arm down at an angle that had his fist connecting with the weak looking boys hip, sending him to the ground. "Big people are talking, shut up!" Regaining himself he turned back to Dirk and continued.

"Well there is a point C that's not in line with A and B. I want C put back in its place but I have other things I need to do and you have the most resources at your disposal."

There was a small pause and Keith rolled his eyes at his own explanation.

"I want you to fuck up ex-pillar Tiao to the point where he can't defend himself from a kitten."

[Dirk]

The burned boy would smile and nod as he listened. Taking in the information and becoming amused at the thin line between sarcasm and truth. When Keith had finished his request, the Genaht leader's smile would grow wider and he would speak four words.

"Lynx or Siamese kitten?"

Dirk would laugh at that point, the answer apparent from the response. Or in the least he thought it was, after treading with sarcasm it might be abit hard to tell for the asking party. If nothing else, the tortured boy on the ground was confused as hell.

"We will need something from you too, what can you offer? I've already got loads of ideas for your little request. I hope you have loads of ideas for pretty things for me."

[Keith Richards]

The pair shared in malicious laughter. Apparently the chill it caused was too much for the boy and motivated him to run away while clutching his wounded hand. Keith didn't seem to notice and let the laughter slowly die down.

Keith knew very well that Dirk had just made himself an ally. Although he had mixed feelings about him on their first meeting the second proved that they were similarly minded. For the moment Keith found that both amusing and comfortable. But Keith also operated on a different level than most and understood that if Dirk had any reason too he would just as easily take an offer to beat the living hell out of him.

Humming an oddly sour tune he titled his head into a raised hand. With his cheek resting on his right palm he breathed out a sigh and stopped torturing Dirk's ears.

"Well that's kind of an annoying question. I had this planned out to this point. I expected you to reject the idea outright and hadn't considered what you would want in exchange. Don't suppose you accept visa?"

[Dirk]

"No sorry, same reason as strippers. Need the cash under the table for illegal acts."

Dirk would chuckle, but even so he wasn't a big fan of money in this instance. If he really needed the money he'd still be stealing bits and pieces from the school and pawning them off. It had always worked before and provided abit of cash.

"I've got some oddly sticky hands though, so money isn't usually too much of an issue.... Something else maybe? You gotta have something I can use eh?"

Meanwhile, while Keith tried to come up with an answer Dirk was amusing himself with thinking how to capture and beat Tiao. He still had those chemicals from when he first met Keith somewhere... if nothing else it would be a good way to screw with the ex pillar, and possibly a good chunk of Paragon in the process.

Oh did he love chaos.

[Keith Richards]

"While I'm perfectly capable of cash I now doubt you want any. We're not guys that stay poor long are we?"

Keith considered it for a few moments, tapping his cheek bone impatiently as he demanded for ideas to come to him. They did, when given enough time by his partner on the other side of the table.

"I can offer you a woman, broken in or not. I have a way with them, if you're interested. If not..."

His hand dropped away from his face and he turned on the bench so he could look out on the area. Not many were there, no sign of the boy from earlier, so he had to imagine the thing he believed Dirk wanted. The hazy figure of the Hircine School Captain formed in his mind.

"I could find a reason for the Captain to put his title on the line."

[Dirk]

"Females and power, you know a way to my crusty little heart"

Dirk grinned, he actually enjoyed the offer to a degree. Indeed, it was hard for the burned boy to decide which half he liked better, though there was a small problem with power bit.

"Only problem I see, is I can't just take down Tyler all that easily. Abit more manpower required, but I beleive we can work that out down the road."

He would nod, leaning back and thinking for a moment. Things would work out and the payment was certainly acceptable for the services to be rendered. Things were looking good.

"If everything's acceptable with you, I'm thinking I'm happy with the payment."