Follow Suit

Chapter II: Greed

Chapter II: Greed

Taking a deep breath, I pour myself a glass of my favorite drink, watching the liquid settle in the glass. It's almost seven in the morning and I really shouldn't drink like this, but given the current circumstances, I think I need it. Tomorrow's Saturday and Rich conveniently needed me to leave on Friday. I should be back for our movie night, but I won't be here until tomorrow afternoon. Rich apparently wants me to go to some meeting as his representative. I tried to ask him why he couldn't go himself and all he would tell me is that it's family-related matters. Essentially, he wants me to go in his place and act as his voice of reason. I'm not even sure who I'm meeting. All I know is that this meeting is technically on the gray side of legality. I'm not sure why Rich's business partners would even listen to me, but I just have to make myself heard. This is how I repay Rich for helping me get our stolen items back. It's just for one day.

Bringing the glass to my lips, I let the whiskey flow into my mouth, savoring the taste in this dark kitchen. All the arrangements have been made. I told Sunset about this surprise trip and that I'll be back by tomorrow. The only thing I didn't tell her is the reason for the trip. As far as she knows, it's the music studio sending me to Appleloosa to scout out a possible second location. I don't think I have the heart to tell her who I relied on to get our stuff back. Who I made deals with to pay for her college and to handle my medical bills. She would surely get worried and want to know everything that happens. She wouldn't be a fan of the fact that I'm technically dealing with matters on the wrong side of the law as well. It's only one more time. No more deals with Rich and no more promises. After this, he and I will be done.

Taking the last sip of my whiskey, I enjoy the taste before swallowing it, making sure to adjust my tie. Since this meeting seems to be a formal one, Rich sent me a suit to wear. Thankfully, it isn't the type of suit to have a tight skirt that exposes most of my legs. I've always hated those things... I wear tights and leggings all the time and I'm certainly not opposed to showing off, but suits like that make me feel like I'm supposed to be some piece of eye candy rather than showing myself off for my own amusement. If I wear tights or some revealing shirt, it's more of a statement of who I am rather than some sex symbol for a bunch of business men. Instead, this suit has proper pants to fit the bill. Even if Rich had sent some tight skirt, I would have ditched it in favor of these. The only part of my apparel that doesn't quite follow the formal theme are the spiked boots I have on. I couldn't care less if society thinks I should wear high heels with this outfit. I'm going to wear what I want. Being Rich's representative, whoever I'm meeting shouldn't mind. The whole point of me being there is to be his voice and make myself heard, so I don't care if they find my boots tacky. They're fashionable to me and make me feel a little powerful.

Brushing a strand of hair out of my face, I look in the mirror one last time, making sure I still look presentable. It's time. Time to go to an airport and go to some town I have no knowledge of just to hold up my end of the bargain. Rich better appreciate this. Turning around, I walk out of the kitchen, looking towards our room one last time. Sunset is still fast asleep and I wouldn't dare wake her. Even if I do wish I could tell her bye. I'll be back tomorrow, Sunny. I promise.

Turning the doorknob, I open the door quietly. The warm light of the day just barely peaks over the horizon, making me take a deep breath. This is going to be a long day...

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I've been in Appleloosa for about five hours now and I've already been hit on by three different people. Perhaps it's the suit or the way I hold myself. Whatever it is, I would appreciate it if they didn't do that. I'm happy in my relationship with Sunset and I wouldn't dare humor any of their offers. As for the town itself, it seems to be a pretty well off city. It was founded off of farms and has grown far from that. Of course, it's not as big as Canterlot City, but it's still a nice place someone could call home. Rich wanted me to call him when I got off the plane, but he only wanted to check that things were going to schedule. I don't know why he wanted to check that I was still going by the plan, but whatever. I suppose he's never sent a representative before. Regardless, all I've been doing here is waiting for the meeting time. This bar is nice and all, but waiting here for two hours isn't pleasant at all. I'm supposed to stay here until some sort of transport comes to me. I don't like the sound of this at all... That's why I made sure to bring my revolver. And buy a couple extra rounds for it to finally fill the cylinder...