one | voice, cell phone

[elfstoned]

My name is Strider. I run a small clinic just south of the Dead District.

It's the brick building with the broken sign that says LSR. You can't miss it.

Not exactly inspiring, I know. But it's clean, and I'm licensed -- which is more than you can say for most doctors you can afford without insurance.

[A pause.]

Many strange things have been happening lately.

If you come to me, I won't ask questions.

Comments

[masterofbling]

[There's a laugh on the other end of the line. Way to show your cards, Strider.]

I was talking about a night with some of my girls. But yes, if you want cash, we'll go with that.

[elfstoned]

[In his experience, "product" is used to refer to drugs, not human beings. It's hardly surprising his mind didn't jump to prostitutes. It did jump to drugs a little fast, though...

And he laughs.]

After you've sent others to me with herpes? Forgive me if I'm a little hesitant.

[masterofbling]

Don't trust your own skills, doc?

[elfstoned]

Hardly. But I'd rather not feel I had to examine my partner beforehand. As a physician, I can tell you that nothing kills a mood faster.

[Also, he makes a mental note to be extra kind to these girls, if they're working for someone who refers to them as "product." Not going to make a fuss, this man is paying him, but still.]

[masterofbling]

Sure thing. In any case, I have a few who won't be requiring treatment and you're free to see them at your leisure if you ever decide to take pay that way.

[elfstoned]

I'll keep it in mind.

[But won't ever take you up on it.]

[masterofbling]

Always good to make a new friend.

[elfstoned]

Always good to have a paying patient. Was there anything else, sir?

[masterofbling]

Actually, I think we're done here.