Jesse sits down in an uncomfortable brown chair, he's almost sure that these walls couldn't have anymore nicotine stains than it already does. Walter was back in his comfy little home with his perfect little family while he deals with a client. Typical. Mr. White tries to keep his hands from getting dirty more often than not and he only ever does anything epic when Jesse fucks up. At least he can cook otherwise Jesse would've ditched out awhile ago. Well, that's what he always tells himself. Truth be told he'd probably be long dead or in jail if Mr. White hadn't sought him out.
Meagan walks in through the door quickly looking like a back of bones. How the hell does she keep her clothes from slipping of, she's skinnier than an anorexic. "Here you go, Jes. Full payment this time." Jesse smiles slightly and takes the money from her wrinkley hand and adjusts his beanie.
"Yeah. Thanks." He stand and quickly makes his way for the door. There's no way in hell he was sticking around, he knows Meagan well. She wants sex and he just wasn't in the mood.
"Jes?" Her high pitched nasally voice reaches his ear and he groans.
"What?"
"Do you maybe want to... stay?" She purrs, he knew it.
"No. I have stuff I need to take care of." And he slams the door behind him. Honestly he didn't have anything else to do but go home. But right now, he felt like something bad was about to happen soon and he wasn't in the mood to deal with it.
The late afternoon sunset didn't do much for the lighting of the dark street as Jesse speed walks down it to his car. As he puts the keys in the ignition his phone rings. He debates whether to answer it or not considering he was about to start driving.
To hell with road safety regulations. "Hey, this is Pinkman. What's up?"
"Jesse." It's just Mr. White, no need to be all freaky. "We're going to Portland for the next week."
This surpises Jesse and he nearly stops his car in the middle of an intersection, maybe road safety was a good idea. "What do you fucking mean?! Portland? Why!?" He yells into the phone.
"We have a major meeting there with a king pin pair. They want to invest." Walt sounds out of breath, he must be nervous. Of leaving the state, maybe. Leaving the state to visit kingpins who may or may not be shady, most likely.
Jesse shook his head as he pulls his red '96 Toyota Tercel into his driveway, Mr. White convinced him to just by a house instead of rent, less trouble. "You know what? Let's do it. Who're the kingpins?"
"They go by Jones and Plumb. They're very good at this, Jesse. Very good. We need to be smart."
Jesse shrugs his jacket off and smirks, "Got it. Bye." And the line goes dead.
Hi Guys! This Story is a request from a friend so I'm not sure if I've got it totally right but I'm trying! And I'm excited for what's coming in later chapters Hehehe :3 Favorite and Follow! :D ~With Love, Fangirl