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Mat strolls through the long hallways of the massive and affluent Dragon National Bank, this being the Caemyln Branch. Mat's main Homie-G, Rand, has branches all across the world, from Cairhien to Illian so Mat knows he can borrow a measly five thousand to stop Big Rahvin and his boys from breaking his legs. How the hell is he supposed to keep a plump serving girl on his lap if he has no lap?! Damn Rahvin, all Mat did was steal the Horn of Valere and besmirch his youngest daughter, big deal, shoulda kept the case closed.

Mat walks with the two most trusted members of his Red Arm crew, fat and gap-toothed Vanin and pretty boy Nalesean who almost has pimpin skills equal to Mat's, but he and his pointed beard are modest about it. The three men all wear matching gear, from their green bubble coats and black baggy denim jeans to their FUBU sneakers. Mat's the only with some bling however, a tricked out fox head medallion that he stole from a Hip-Hop club's DJ. Ever since going into that Hip Hop club about a month ago, Mat can't stop spewin this odd language, 'ebonics?'

"You can't come in here." Mat looks up from his ominous experience at the club to see a tan skinned woman standing in front of a large door which has 'Lord Dragon' gilded into the front. The woman is too old for Mat's taste and also too skinny, plump is where it's at and plus, her puckered scar makes her look more grizzled than Mike Tyson. Except the voice, hers is deeper.

"Rand's expectin' me, Sulin. I gotta holla at 'm for sum chedda. So back dat fine ass up and letta brutha through." Mat answers smugly, lickin his lips for emphasis. Sulin raises an eyebrow and looks from Mat to Vanin to Nalesean but finally nods reluctantly,

"Only you, Matrim Cauthon." Sulin answers, stepping away from the door and Mat smirks and bobs his head. If she calls him 'Matrim' one more time, he swears he'll make sure she calls him 'daddy.'

Mat tosses the door open smoothly and strolls into the massive room which has black walls covered in plaques and trophies and the floor is covered in expensive area rugs that all have some sort of dragon sewn into them. At the far end of the room is Rand, sitting behind his curved black desk, his fire red hair spiked like some anime character and behind him, the sunshine from the window makes him look omniscient. The Lord Dragon he calls himself.

"Sup, Randizzle." Mat bounces to the desk and holds out his closed fist but Rand only looks at it as if at a foreign object,

"You said what?" Mat's eyes widen at realizing what he did once more and clears his throat,

"How's it going, Rand?" He thrusts out his hand as is proper and the other man shakes it.

"What can I do for you, Mat?" Rand asks, shuffling the paper's on his desk.

"I need a favor. Eh, a loan favor. Rahvin's gonna bust my head open if I don't pay him." Mat explains and Rand nods his head in understanding, leaning back in his chair,

"I understand your plight, but if I help you, you gotta help me. Scratch the other's back." Rand suggests diplomatically and Mat nods his head,

"True, true. So what you—" The underneath of Rand's desk shakes with a loud thud and Mat cringes, thinking Rand hit his knee but the man is relaxed as ever.

Min's head pops out from under the desk and Mat jumps back startled, but Rand scowls with a frustrated sigh,

"Who told you to stop?" Min shrugs her shoulders and bites her lower lip innocently but then notices Mat and grins widely, her bubbly disposition evident from her batting of lashes, she's cute but Mat would never do her,

"Hiya, Mat! Rand, you didn't tell me we had company! You meanie!" She giggles cheerfully and Rand growls. Mat steps closer but then a thought occurs,

"Wait! Is your head okay?!" Mat asks and Rand pushes Min's head away from his chest, sending her stumbling out from under the obviously spacious desk,

"She's got nothing in there to damage anyways." Min giggles again as she straightens her tight fitting, pink sweat suit and Mat tilts his neck slightly to survey the curvaceous boot-ay.

"So what, she's your secretary?" Mat asks and Min giggles with a rigorous head shake, causing her boyishly short hair to bounce,

"No, silly! I'm his girlfriend!" Rand barks out mirthful laughter and slams his fist onto his desk,

"Isn't that cute? She thinks she's my girlfriend. Min, go sit in the corner like a good wench and continue your reading." Rand orders with a peremptory point of his finger and Min scurries away to the corner of the room. Mat would have to say she is engrossed in the book, 'Curious George Goes to the Brothel' but it's held upside down.

"So back to our arrangement." Rand says and Mat looks back and nods, "I'll give you all the money you need, but I'm gonna need you to go to Ebou Dar and keep Elayne company. She's workin at some store and she needs to stay down there so I can get the Caemyln branch steady before she comes and screws it to hell." Mat hesitates at the suggestion, he needs the money but Elayne is an uber-slut whose ignorance is only rivaled by her pig-headed arrogance. Yet another chick he would never do, maybe from behind…

"I would think you'd want her back," Mat begins, trying to weasel out, "It seemed like you had fun poundin the hell out of—"

"How do you know about that!" Rand yells and Mat shies back from the fury, "That was supposed to stay quiet! Oh god! There'll be a scandal within my corporation! I should have paid her off like Kobe does his underage girls…oh God! Please, this can't be…"

"Chill out, son, not that many peeps know." Mat assures and the panic slowly fades and Rand leans back in his chair, "I only know cuz Daved Hanlon lemme peep it. Somth'n about hidden cams, but he only shows the tape to his numba one G-Homies." Rand sighs and his smirk returns, the fury gone from his eyes, to Mat's relief.

"Tell him to get me a copy, I can study my playbook." Rand suggests calmly and Mat shrugs,

"I'll see what I can do. I'll keep Elayne busy but—" The door bursts open and Mat spins around to see Sulin rushing to the desk.

"Mr. al'Thor, Taim and Logain are at it again! Their having coin roll fights and poor Flinn has lost an eye!"

"Damn! Alright, it's Balefire time." Rand bounces over his desk angrily and Min stands up and begins stripping her shirt over her head. Mat's eyes widen in shock, not that she strips but that there's nothing there cept a flat plane and two pink dots. Rand shakes his head, "No, no, Min, I'm talking about the actual fire now." Min giggles and pulls her shirt back down and Mat looks at Rand confused,

"I thought you named Rand Jr. 'Callandor'?"

Hey, when I was writing I realized Daved Hanlon comes later but I like that guy so I tossed him in. Tell me what you think so far, Thanks.