The Black Mamba || South Park || Mafia AU

CHAPTER 9

"It's just up here." Eric said. "I think I know how to get there, thanks." Scott said, rotating the wheel.
Scott parked the car and looked at Eric. "Ok. So take this. If you can, start writing all that stuff down once you hear it." Eric gave Scott a notepad and pen. Scott took it and put it in his back pocket. "Do you want to take my gun?" Scott chuckled. "I don't know what's gotten into you but I don't think I'll need a gun." Scott opened the door and shut it behind him.

Scott knocked on the door and stood, waiting. The slot at the top slid to the left, eyes peering in. The eyes widened with joy, and the slot slid back. Victor unhooked the chain from the inside and opened the door.
"Tenorman! Pleasant surprise!" He said with a hearty grin. "Victor." Scott said as he nodded. "Come on in!" Victor turned so Scott could pass him, and he shut the door behind him. "We have a guest." Victor said. Three heads turned at the voice, sitting on a couch. "Oh hey, Scott." Clyde said. Craig and Tweek smiled at him. "Hey." Scott returned.
"So what are you here for? Need anything?" Victor asked. "Nope. Just wanted to talk." Scott said. "Alright, let's talk! You need anything to drink? Maybe a beer or something?" Victor asked. The two sat down. "I suppose." Scott said. "Clyde, would you grab us each a beer? Help yourself while you're at it." Victor said. Clyde got up from the couch and walked across the room.
"So. What did you wanna talk about?" Victor asked. "Oh, I don't know. Just catch up, I guess." Scott said. "Well, alright!" Clyde sat two beers down on the table. "Thank you, Clyde." Clyde nodded as he turned.
"So. How have you been?" Victor asked. "I've been good. Business has been good." Scott said. He flipped the tab on his can. "How is the business? I don't think I ever ask you about that." Victor said. He brought his can up to his mouth.
"It's been great, actually. It's almost the business' 50th anniversary. I'll probably throw a party or something." Scott said. "Oh, congratulations! When did you become boss again?" He asked. Scott thought to himself. "About 7 years ago." He managed. "Interesting. Well, I'm glad it's all well for you." "Thanks." Scott said.
"How have you been?" He asked. "Oh, me? Well, I've been good. Business has been good." Victor said. "What do you do again?" Victor managed a small grin. "This doesn't leave this building, you got it?" He whispered as he leaned in. "Yeah." Scott said. "Alright. Well, we go after people who are doing bad things. We very rarely end up killing somebody, but it's happened." He chuckled a little. Scott's eyes widened. "Oh. That's nice." "Yeah. Until somebody stabs you, that's for sure." He laughed to himself.
Scott awkwardly laughed back. "So, who you after now?" Scott asked. He took a swig of his drink. "Well, you know that Eric kid? Your long lost half brother?" Victor asked. "..Yeah..?" Scott leaned in.
"Well, me and Mamba have had a good talk with each other, and that's who we're going after next." Scott's face went red. "Are you okay? I know he's your brother and all, but I thought he was dead to you." Victor asked. "No. No it's fine. I just wasn't expecting you to say that." Scott leaned back down to his chair. "W-Why are you, though?" Scott asked after a while of silence.
"Well, he's kind of.. earned it, I guess." Victor said as he spun his can in his hand. "How?" Scott couldn't hold his curiosity back. "He kind of.. screwed us all over. Like he always did." Victor set his can onto the table. "I don't really want to talk about it."
Victor cleared his throat and intertwined his hands. "So, how about more of you? How's your home life? You livin' happy?" Victor asked. "Y-Yeah. Look, I better get going." He looked down at his watch. "I just wanted to talk a little." Scott got up and pushed his chair in. He leaned over the table and shook Victor's hand. "It was nice talking to you." Scott said with a smile. "You too, Tenorman. Come see me sometime." Victor said, his eyes squinting in greeting.
Scott walked to the door, and Victor followed close behind him. He opened the door and let Scott through, closing and locking it behind him. Scott walked down the steps and approached the car. He got in and sat down, scribbling into his notepad. Eric sat in silence as Scott wrote and looked up at the door. A pair of eyes could be seen, but it wasn't Victor's. It wasn't Tweek's, Craig's or Clyde's. It was someone new.
Scott set down his notepad and shot back the stick, backing out of the lot. Eric looked at Scott, waiting for him to say something. "You've got a lot to tell me when we get to your shop." Scott said with a serious tone. Eric gulped.