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Look. I got the money. Kinda.

*REALLY hates carrying this kind of money, but he promised*

*comes in, looking around and goes up to the bar proper, asking about Kevin, since apparently the guy's brother owns the place*

Hey... Kevin?

Yeah?

Um. My mom sent me? *Hello awkward social situations*

Right. Yeah. *Gestures toward the corner away from the bar.* This is like the worst meeting place ever.

*nods and heads that way* Wasn't my idea to meet here... I was just told where to go. *half-grins*

Yeah. This is all Joey's fault.

It's Joey's fault I'm down here with a shitload of money in my pocket?

Here specifically. But you can give it to me now. *glances around*

*nods* Okay, listen though. Seriously? Do not piss my step-dad off. He's kind of scary. Don't let your little friend run around telling people you all are off spending it. Just DO what you need to do and don't be a twat, okay?

*reaches into his pocket and pulls out the envelope, handing it to him*

Something you'll learn about my mom? She's generous as hell. But you burn her, she'll never forgive you. There's $35,000 in there. I suggest you use it well. And don't go bragging about it, because she lied to my step-dad about how much she sent you.

*blatent shock, shakes his head to clear it before accepting the envelope. Nods*

Yeah. Sure. I got this.

I'm not going to be back down here in a few days, right? *raises an eyebrow*

*half-smiles* I gotta get going. I'll tell Mom you said thanks.

*nods* Yeah good dealin with ya.

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