“Once again your keen vision has spared us a continued search” complimented Thorold then addressed their driver “Gerald pull up to the corner and make as if you intend to park the vehicle as not to draw attention”
“At once sir” Gerald said well aware of their intentions.
The car pulled up to the curb and Thorold sitting on the curb hand side of the vehicle proceeded to roll the window of the back seat that he sat in.
“Excuse me my good moor” Thorold called to the man leaning against the side of the building adjacent the curb in which his vehicle rested.
Thorold’s terminology earned him a skeptical look but the otherwise contained man approached the car.
“Wus up mang” The man inquired his accent reveling his ties to the colloquial langue present in this area of town.
“My good chap it was brought to my attention that we could in fact purchase illicit substances from your person” Thorold remarked over Reginald’s loud tea sipping.
“Who tol you dat mang” rebutted the man revealing his skepticism towards the behavior of the suited gentlemen adorned with top hats and sipping tea in the most elegant of manners.
“Well I was attending a banquet in honor of Lawrence Charters success in having his son acquired form the local penitentiary”, Reginald explained reminiscing the previous night filled with fine liquors and a variety of hardly clothed women, “When I brought up my passion for illicit substances and we were referred to you”
“Lawrence? Oh you mean dat nigga Big L, well shoot we tight”, said the man realizing the relationship they shared, “Wuchu looking for mang?”
Thorold took another elegant sip of tea and said
“We were looking in purchasing a fine white powder that I happen to be at a loss of what the colloquialism for it is”
“You mean crack mang, I gots that” remarked the man reaching into his thick coat.
“Ah yes I believe its called that is this vicinity, in my area of living we colloquially refer to it as dandy randy dust” Thorold said.
“Well how dis look mang” The man remarked removing a rather large zip lock bag filled to the brim with white powder.
“Marvelous”, exclaimed Thorold withdrawing his monocle for further inspection.
“What amount of currency do you require”, inquired Reginald inspecting his purse for American currency.
“Three hundo mang”, the man said coolly.
“Well here you are my good chap”, said Thorold who unbeknownst to Reginald had acquired his own purse and proceeded to pay the man.
“Shoot mang” the man remarked receding form the vehicle.
“That was a unnecessary gesture”, Reginald said regarding Thorold’s act of paying.
“Well you paid for those fine whores”, Thorold rebutted.
“Quite, I do believe we are at equal debut to each other then” Reginald said satisfied.
“Indubitably” Thorold remarked but before being able to elaborate a law enforcement vehicle rounded the corner at flashed its lights and wailed its sirens as it approached their car.
“Oh drat, law enforcement”, Reginald said.
“That is no excuse for explicit language Reginald”, Thorold remarked, “Accelerate post haste Gerald!”
“At once sir” Gerald said and with that their vehicle took to the sky leaving behind only the smell of fine tea and a trail of cigar smelling exhaust as it ascended to the heavens.
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