Graverobber sat quietly counting up his profit so far, the night was rather chilly and he watched as some of the junkies started up the fire pit in garbage can to keep warm. He scoffed. He never understood why they dressed the way they did. It always got so cold at night. Many of them left due to the weather. He sighed, shaking his head and putting his cash away, deep in the pocket of his jacket. He leaned back and waited. Occasionally, someone would come up to him, demanding a hit, or a plain old vial for a later use. He would sit up, from his comfort and do the exchange. Cash for 'Z'.
It wasn't long before his comfort and peace of mind was disturbed by a few junkies yelling, or screaming- even running if they were smart enough- he sat up, looking down the alley. A think smirk curled upon his face, causing his pale cheeks to arch up.
That little silhouette, with its unique set of curves and way of moving, slipping passed its surrounding. It was so familiar, always, he was so used to it, and just seeing it brought a sense of nostalgia. Graverobber figured he'd best stand up and prepare some stamina for this one.
Only one person could set him so eagerly on his toes and inject such frustration in his veins all at once.
Amber Sweet, of course, who else? "Well, well...look what the cat dragged in, a rather elegant piece of work tonight!" He said sarcastically. "Miss Sweet, it's been a while…" Graverobber looked the woman over as she approached him, alone for once. He looked relieved. "Where are the boys?" He asked curiously, referring to her valets of course.
Amber smirked as she paced around him, eyeing him like shark yearning for its pray to just drop dead, in surrender. Of course Graverobber always put up quite a fight when in the mood. She crossed her arms over her chest tightly and stopped, standing a few feet in front of the necro-merchant. "They have the day off!" She said and gave a little scoff, and roll of the eyes. "Why do you care so much?" Amber took a step forward. "Nonetheless, that's not the point, I'm here for the Zydrate!" She said as she directed her gaze to his eyes, locking them in with hers.
He pushed her away and smirked. "You know the drill!" He said as he swung out a vial, holding it in his hand tightly. "You want?" He muttered in a teasing voice. The girl was desperate for it and he knew it. "Pay up!
"Amber frowned and stepped right back up to him as she was pushed away. "Don't push me!" She chimed and she tried reaching out for the vial, only to have him yank it away, using his height to an advantage. "I don't have the money!" Amber said softly.
Graverobber narrowed his eyes. He always found it sickly amusing how the richest girl, or rather daughter of the richest man in the world, never had money to pay him. "Amber!" He said, his low baritone voice taking to a serious level. "I won't give you any Z, not for free!" He said and pushed her back again. "Come back another time!"
The gothic Barbie pouted, her maroon lips pursed out and as her brows furrowed. She stepped back up to him once again. "Graves, you jerk, I'll pay next time!
He turned to face her. "You always say that!" He muttered, Graverobber always dealt with her bull shit. Not tonight though! He began to walk away, shoving the vial back into its spot on his clothing.
Amber took a deep breath, but it was worth a shot, it worked before. She followed after him quietly. "Y-you know…" She started off, and then exhaled sharply. "There's other ways for me to pay!" She grinned, waiting for his response.
He stopped. 'Dear god!' he said to himself. Where has he heard this before and how many times? He thought. Why he turned back to face her, he'd never know. "Oh is that so?" He asked with a devious smirk. He smacked himself mentally for letting her catch him into snickered. "Hook, line and sinker!" She muttered to herself from where she stood.
