Shiloh remains poised as they step out of their car. They hear Yeong's sharp whistle but show no sign of urgency. With deliberate movements, they approach, their steps measured and unhurried.
They respond in a cool, collected tone, "Time's a fickle thing. But let's not waste it." They open the briefcase, revealing its contents - the sought-after merchandise, neatly arranged and labeled.
They tilt their head, assessing Yeong right back, their sunglasses reflecting his image. "Yeah, this is the stuff," they reply, their tone even, giving nothing away. "Now, let's see the cash. We're not in the business of charity, after all." Their gaze never wavers, their poise unwavering as the tense exchange continues.
A slight grin formed on Yeong’s lips. The dealer had some balls talking to him that way. He enjoyed a bit of an attitude. He wondered if they had been informed who he was, or if they assumed he was some lower level thug picking up the drugs for them. His sleeves of tattoos up to his throat made him identifiable as the heir to the cartel.
Yeong held up the bag of cash. “All here. What’s wrong, don’t trust us?” he asked with a little bit of laughter. He took a couple of steps forward, eyeing the bag. “How about a fair hand off, hm?” He offered, holding out his open hand as well as the money. He didn’t quite trust the dealer yet, and wished they would take off those damn glasses so he could look at their face properly.
Their concealed gaze doesn't waver from Yeong's tattoos or his face. Shiloh maintains a sense of anonymity; the glasses stay firmly in place. "A fair handoff suits me just fine.” They extend their hand to offer up the briefcase.
They've dealt with all kinds of individuals in this line of work and are not one to easily reveal their thoughts. Keeping the sunglasses on, they reach out to accept the money, their gloved hand briefly brushing Yeong's palm. "Trust is a luxury we rarely indulge in," Shiloh replies, voice steady as they take the bag of cash and examine it.
Yeong took the case of coke from the dealer, dropping it in the backseat of the car behind him. He allowed the cash to be taken from his hand, watching the dealer closely. “You’ve got that right, hermano,” he replied, posture relaxed. He wasn’t worried about the situation. He had been doing these things since he was a teenager. Nothing phased him much.
He dug into his sweat pants pocket for the keys to the car. “We’ll let you know how it sells, if we want to buy more. Someone will contact you,” he explained. He planned on trying the product out later that night. Of course, he wouldn’t be the first to test it. There had been multiple times where they had been given fentanyl laced product that sent some guys to their graves. They couldn’t risk that happening to the heir of the cartel.
They watch as the case of coke is placed in the car, tucking the cash away into the inside pocket of their jacket. Unfortunately, all of it will be trapped in the evidence locker soon enough. They never get to enjoy the perks of such deals. "Understood," they respond in a low, measured tone. Their experience in this world nearly matches Yeong's, and their nonchalant demeanor reflects that.
As Yeong mentions the possibility of buying more and someone contacting them, Shiloh simply nods once. "We'll be here when you decide," they say, maintaining their air of professionalism. They is well aware that in this dangerous game, trust is fleeting, and they're prepared for the uncertain nature of their business dealings.
With the exchange complete, they step back and return to their car. Though this is the perfect setup to arrest Yeong, the man is not the target. While arresting the heir to the cartel would be a great accomplishment, the goal is to take down the entire organization.
Yeong said his goodbyes and watched the dealer head back to their car. It had gone simple enough and smooth. He was ready to get back home and brag about a deal gone perfectly.
He unlocked his car and got inside, starting it. He sat there for a moment, eyeing the cocaine in the backseat. He wasn’t an addict. He just liked to have a bit of fun. His free time revolved a lot around sex, drugs, and alcohol. It was a perk that came with being higher up in the cartel. Besides that, all he did was play soccer with friends and occasionally tutor some of the underprivileged kids that lived on the bad side of town.
Shiloh returns to their car and climbs inside. To ensure that they aren’t being tailed, they take the long way back, using a few evasive maneuvers just in case. It always pays to cover your own ass.
A while later they enter the police precinct, their steps measured and composed. They've been through this routine countless times. In their hand, they hold the evidence bag containing the money they obtained during the mission. Their expression remains relaxed, betraying no hint of tension or concern.
Approaching the evidence room, Shiloh nods at a fellow officer and exchanges a few casual greetings with colleagues along the way. This is just another day at the office for them, even though the contents of that bag represent a significant step in an ongoing investigation.
As they reach the evidence room, Shiloh places the bag on the designated table, making a mental note of the case number and details. It's a routine they've mastered, ensuring that the chain of custody remains unbroken. With a final glance at the evidence, they exit the room.
Yeong made his way back to his gated home, having to punch in a code into the keypad before the gate swung open to allow him to drive up to the large building. It was dark and almost appeared to be abandoned. He parked the car around the back and grabbed the bag of cocaine, heading up the drive and to the side door. He walked in, ready to get the night started.
He knocked on the door and was promptly let inside. It was much more put together on the inside, having lights strung up and people all around. Most of the men and women appeared intoxicated by either narcotics or alcohol. He opened up the briefcase, tossing out a single brick of the cocaine. “That’s for us to try, who wants to go first?” he hummed as he sat down on the couch. A woman slid into the seat next to him, practically on his lap as he watched a couple of the men break into the brick and start cutting up lines. His arm slid around the woman’s waist lazily, and he recognized her as someone he had slept with a few nights prior. For the life of him, though, he couldn’t remember her name.
Shiloh heads to their car, the anticipation of what the night holds spurring them on. Their evening plans aren't about staying in; they're about embracing the vibrant nightlife. The city's lights begin to twinkle, hinting at the adventures to come.
Arriving at their apartment, they swiftly change out of their formal work attire, opting for a more stylish and relaxed outfit. They're gearing up for a night of excitement and entertainment, and they want to dress the part. While they may be a cop, it doesn’t stop them from having fun. Drinking and yes, sometimes drugs. They’ve been known to do some illegal shit here and there despite their job.
With a quick glance in the mirror, Shiloh gives a nod of approval, ready to hit the town and immerse themselves in the lively energy of the city's nightlife. Their destination is the vibrant heart of the urban scene, where the night is young, and possibilities are endless.
After the men had done their rounds of the cocaine and determined it was safe, Yeong was more than ready for his turn. He would rather not do it in the drug house, though. He collected a bit in a small plastic bag, tucking it away into his pocket. He left the house and got back into his car, heading out into the city. He did not bother changing, wearing his casual track pants and compression shirt. He was planning on hanging back for the most part, maybe picking someone up to take home with him for the night.
Yeong arrived at a club that he frequented from time to time. He was friendly with the owner, and a couple of the bouncers even happened to work for the cartel. He was quickly let inside upon arrival, greeting the men at the door. He looked around, seeing that the club was decently crowded. There would be plenty of people to talk to. He was a very social person and could easily strike up a conversation with just about anyone. His charisma and charm helped him greatly with being a leader in the cartel.
Shiloh steps into the dimly lit club, the thumping bass immediately enveloping them in a pulsating rhythm. The neon lights cast an electric glow on the dance floor, where a sea of bodies moves to the music. They navigate through the crowd, looking around and observing everyone. While they may be here to let lose and relax, they want to keep an eye out to make sure they don’t run into any trouble.
At the bar, they order their favorite cocktail, a subtle smile playing on their lips as they chat briefly with the bartender. Drink in hand, they find a cozy corner to observe the vibrant scene. For now, they’ll hang back and just watch. Once they’ve gotten a few drinks in their system, they’ll join in.
Yeong was sat on one of the couches off to the side of the dancefloor. He was sitting with a couple of men and women that he had started talking to. His arm was draped over the shoulders of one girl that sat next to him, and he was chatting with her about nothing important. He moved his arm away from her though as he sat forward, pulling the small baggie out of the pocket of his pants. He leaned over the table that was in front of them, dumping out a bit of the product. After pulling out his wallet and taking out his credit card and a cash bill, he cut the coke into a line and rolled up the bill. He held the bill up to one of his nostrils and sniffed up the line, resisting the urge to sneeze afterwards.
The product was definitely good, in his opinion. He knew he would be contacting the dealer within the next couple of days for more. They would most likely buy it in bulk to properly distribute now that they had tried it and knew that the product was worth it. He leaned back against the couch again, brushing his thumb against his nostril.
With a small group of friends that they’ve met up with in tow, they make their way through the vibrant crowd. The club's neon lights cast an electrifying glow on their faces, creating an atmosphere of anticipation and excitement.
In a cozy corner booth, Shiloh and their friends settle in, drinks in hand, and engage in animated conversations, having fun and relaxing after working all day. The club's music forms a lively backdrop, though it does make it harder to hear what’s being said.
Shiloh sips their favorite cocktail, savoring the blend of flavors that tickles their taste buds. Laughter and heartfelt conversations flow freely, with stories and anecdotes serving as the currency of the night. Things start to get more exciting when one of their friends pulls out a few small baggies from their jacket. Time to kick things up a notch.
Yeong gazed around the bar, feeling buzzed from his bump. He was chatting with a woman whose name he couldn’t remember, her leaning against his side. She was practically draped over him, not that he minded. He was getting a bit bored just sitting around, though. He moved her off of him and excused himself, getting to his feet and heading into the crowds to make his way to the bar.
On his way to the bar, he gave the crowds a once over. His eyes landed on booth towards a more quiet area, where he saw a group of people sitting. Specifically, he saw the little baggie that they were holding. As he looked at their faces, he saw one that appeared a bit familiar. Was that the dealer from earlier that night?
Yeong, deciding to hold some good spirits, went up to the bar and ordered a round of tequila shots to be sent to their table. When the shots arrived at the booth where who he thought was the dealer sat, he was already back with his group. The server let them know it was from the man in the private seating area. Yeong had a drink of his own drink, that being a paloma.
Shiloh sits at the booth with their friends, engaged in light conversation. The night has been relatively busy, but they are enjoying the company and the loud energy of the club's atmosphere. Their sharp eyes scan the room periodically, checking out those around them, making sure everything was going smoothly.
Their attention is drawn to the server who arrived with a tray of tequila shots. They watch as the server set the shots down in front of them, mentioning that they were from the man in the private seating area. They exchange curious glances with their friends, wondering who this generous stranger might be.
One of their friends raises an eyebrow and say, "Well, this is intriguing." They lean forward, inspecting the shots to ensure that there's nothing up with this.
Shiloh, placing Yeong from earlier, decides to send a subtle nod of thanks in the direction of the private seating area. They then lift one of the shots, raising it in Yeong's direction as a silent toast of gratitude. They aren't on the clock so they have no interest in acting as the detective they are. Tonight is about fun, not work. The group clinked their glasses together and down the tequila, savoring the warmth that spreads through them.
Yeong was big on not chasing, but attracting. He acknowledged to himself that the dealer was quite attractive, now that he was able to see their face properly without those glasses in the way. As attractive as they were, he wouldn’t follow them around like a street dog begging for scraps. No, he would wait for his prize to come to him. He’d already done more than enough by initiating the connection through buying their table shots.
He sipped on his paloma as the girl who was sat next to him chatted his ear off. He drowned out most of what she said. It didn’t matter to him much. The only thing that he would have spoken to her about was hooking up. He wasn’t interested in getting to know anyone otherwise. Who went to the club to make friends? Not him, that was for sure. He was social, but kept his actual friend group small and generally within the cartel. It was hard to tell who was an undercover cop those days. He wouldn’t give them any information besides what he was like in bed.
Shiloh observes Yeong from their own corner of the club, a sly smile tugging at their lips as they take in his confident demeanor. It is clear that he plays by his own rules, a man who knows what he wants and isnt willing to chase after it like a desperate soul. They admire his patience, his belief in attraction over pursuit.
As Yeong’s face became more visible in the club lighting, Shiloh can’t help but notice that they are indeed quite attractive. Yet, they feel similar in regards to Yeong's stance; they aren’t about to follow anyone around like a lovesick puppy. Instead, they prefer to let the anticipation build and see where the night takes them.
Sipping on their own drink, they engage in a casual conversation with someone in their group. Making friends at the club isnt on their agenda; they are here for the thrill, the allure, and the chance encounters that could lead to something more intriguing. In a world where trust is scarce, they, too, keep their circle tight and secrets well-guarded, especially due to their line of work. Not even the people they are with know their real name or what they do.
One of their companions dumps out some of the coke onto the table, inviting everyone to join in and have some fun. After pulling out their wallet and taking out one of their cards and a twenty dollar bill, they cut the coke into a line and roll up the bill. With a hum, they hold the bill up to one of their nostrils and sniff up the line.
After taking a moment to consider, they shift their gaze to Yeong and nod towards him, silently inviting him to come over and join them. Their friends will be up dancing in a minute and they don’t care to join so some company would be nice.
Yeong was busy chatting away with the people he sat with, but he always kept a small eye on the attractive dealer. Something about them seemed quite exciting to him. Maybe it was the air of confidence, or that he had a feeling they would be a challenge. He enjoyed a challenge more over someone throwing themselves at him. There was no fun in that, he liked the game of chase.
Yeong had finished his drink by that point and had done another line, feeling properly buzzed at the moment. His hand was on the upper thigh of the woman seated next to him as they spoke, a charming grin on his lips. That was, until, he locked eyes with the dealer and they gestured him over. He was suddenly uninterested in the woman, moving his hand off of her and standing up without another word. She seemed a bit offended, but he didn’t seem to care much.
Yeong made his way through the crowds, grabbing another paloma on the way over to the booth. He slid into the seat of the booth next to them, a teasing smirk on his lips as he spoke in a thick accent, it being more pronounced due to his intoxication. “Was wondering how long it would take for you to invite me over here.”
Shiloh observes Yeong's actions with a mixture of curiosity and amusement from their vantage point at their booth. There is an undeniable magnetism about him, an energy that sets him apart from the typical club-goers. His confidence and the challenge he seems to embody piqued their interest. Shiloh has a knack for recognizing those who appreciated the thrill of the chase, and it is clear that Yeong was one such individual, something they can appreciate.
As the night unfolds, they continue to drink and relax, all while keeping a subtle eye on Yeong's movements. They notice the gradual buzz of intoxication settling in, his charismatic charm working its magic on those around him. But when their eyes lock, and Shiloh gestures for him to join, something shifts. The way Yeong's interest in the woman beside him dissipates instantly…..it is something that both amuses and intrigues them, even if it the woman perturbed .
The man’s approach is bold, marked by his teasing smirk and the thick accent that his tipsiness seems to amplify. Shiloh leans back slightly in their seat, the dim club lights casting shadows on their face. They regard Yeong with a knowing look, their voice dripping with playful charm as they respond, “Good things come to those who wait.”
Shiloh reaches for their own drink, taking a leisurely sip. "Now that you're here, let's see if you can keep up," they add, their eyes locked onto Yeong's. A challenge to see if the man is worthy of continuing in this little game.
Yeong licked his lips subconsciously, his smile widening to show off his teeth. They were white and seemed to be taken care of nicely, just like the rest of him. He was a well groomed individual. He always wanted to look his best at all times. It sounded a bit vain, but he didn’t care much. In the end, if he was the most attractive man in the room, he would be happy.
“I suppose they do,” he replied, swirling his the liquid around in his glass. The idea of a challenge was brought up, and it piqued his interest. A drinking game of sorts? That was something he could get behind. He was a seasoned drinker, and it took quite a bit of alcohol to get him knocked out for the night. The couple lines of cocaine in his system were not helping at the moment, though. It made his tolerance lower, so he knew he would pace himself. He brought his drink to his lips, taking a sip. “Oh, I’m sure I will, cariño.”
“You know, I never got your name. Tell me, would you?” Yeong asked, tilting his head to the side as he looked down at them.
Shiloh considers their options for a moment, a glint of mischief in their eyes as they respond to Yeong's inquiry. "My name? Well, that's a secret I enjoy keeping, darling," they say, their voice smooth and dripping with intrigue. Their lips curve into a playful smirk as they continue, "But you can call me whatever you like for now. Names can be so confining, don't you think? Let's revel in the mystery."
With a languid gesture, Shiloh reaches for their own glass, fingertips grazing the rim as they bring it to their lips. They take a deliberate sip, savoring the taste before setting it down again. "As for our little game," they murmur, their gaze never leaving Yeong's. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve. You'll find that I'm quite the challenge, and I do love to keep things interesting."
Their posture exudes confidence, and a subtle air of enigma surrounds them. Shiloh seems to thrive on the tension of the moment, reveling in the exchange between them and Yeong. With only one line of cocaine and a few drinks in their system, they’re confident in their ability to win this game. “Perhaps a high stakes game of truth or dare? Or shot glass roulette?”
Oh, this would be fun. The dealer was quite the tease, and Yeong loved it. He loved a challenge more than anything else. It made winning in the end feel so much better, and he always won, without fail. "Cariño it is then, for now," he replied, watching the way they sipped their drink closely. His eyes went back to meet the dealers, smiling lazily and more relaxed now. "I do love a good challenge, don't you worry."
Yeong was feeding off of their confidence. It was similar to his own. Usually, others were much more submissive towards him, but the dealer not backing down was exciting. The rush of it kept him going through their conversation. "Ah, I could get behind some truth or dare. Better make it interesting, no slumber party shit," he said with a chuckle, leaning back and draping his arm across the back of the booth. It rested behind the dealer's shoulders, not quite touching though, yet.
Shiloh's smirk deepens, and they lean in a little closer, the air around them charged with playful tension. "Oh, I assure you, this won't be your typical truth or dare game. No childish dares here," they promise, clearly pleased that he’s agreed to play. Their gaze holds his, unwavering, as they continue to speak. "We'll ask each other questions that reveal secrets and desires."
As he lean back and his arm drapes over the back of the booth, Shiloh doesn't shy away. They welcome the proximity, their body language continuing to be relaxed and confident. "But remember," they whisper, "for every truth not told, or dare not accepted, there's a price to pay." Their fingers graze the rim of their glass, and their eyes glint with anticipation.
Shiloh leans back again, their enigmatic allure never fading. "Shall we begin? You can ask the first question, and we'll see where this game takes us." They seem eager to delve into the depths of this intriguing encounter, where secrets and desires hang in the balance.
Yeong enjoyed the theatrics that the dealer put on. It made him laugh and grin, though that usually wasn’t too difficult. He was a generally bubbly individual. The only times he tended to be the opposite was if someone got disrespectful with him. That was when the delight would be replaced with a toxic bit of arrogance. It wasn’t too easy to throw him off his game and get him to the point where he would be seriously pissed off, though.
“Alright then, cariño. Truth or dare?” he asked, taking a small sip of his drink. He would start to better pace himself, now. He didn’t want to lose the competition that they had going on. He wasn’t even sure what the prize would be for the winner, but he had a couple of ideas in mind. His body language reflected that, with the way that he was in the dealers space, legs resting in a manspreaded position.
Shiloh can't help but be intrigued by Yeong's playful demeanor. They take a moment to size up the situation, their eyes locked onto Yeong's as they run through the different possible scenarios in their head. Should they be doing this? Absolutely not. Is that going to stop them from doing it anyways? Nope.
“Dare," they reply, figuring that they should start things off with a bang. They've always been one to embrace a challenge, and this game is no different.
As Yeong takes a sip of his drink and paces himself, Shiloh leans back in the booth, appearing relaxed despite being fullt engaged in the competition. They're curious about what dare Yeong might have in mind and eager to see where this evening leads.
