Tristan Hears from Crystal

Tristan was feeling exhausted.

Vito and his goons had hung around for 3 hours as Vito imparted his “business" sense on Tristan. Laying ground rules, how to interpret the obscure percentages of business owned, owed, and what reserved real estate was sprawled out obscurely. Steve had been sent out to hang out around his sister’s place. It was one of the most run-down areas in town, and apparently also where a reputable middle man who just made parole was living.

Once he was in play Tristan was to have 3 dealers, and if the profile kept low Vito would see them access to some of the most valued market real estate in town. With that stuff ultimately delegated to others Tristan was free.

Tristan had resumed trying to crack the pills composition, his rudimentary chemistry kits unable to detect a single property beyond sugar, water, and basic protein. Looking at the bottle he frowned. Half its volume had become squandered on trying to crack its contents.

Tristan frowned as he felt he had only one option to try pressing forward. Moving to process the rest of the liquid into pills, fortunately the liquid volume didn’t reduce in volume too drastically as it was processed into pills. 15 total tablets produced from what hadn’t been used to try figuring out just what the **** was.

Pulling up his camera feeds Tristan began editing out Vito's visit, before scrolling back in time to see just how long he and Crystal had been at it. Flipping open his cookbook to take notes Tristan knew better than to claim he was only reviewing the tapes for research.

Just as he had been feeling the dull desire for another pill, he had been aching to watch the voyeur perspective of his camera as things unfolded. His pang of regret at Crystal being ****-induced into a sex maniac fading as he watched just how much she enjoyed it all. How much he enjoyed it.

His phone buzzed, beeping an ice cream truck melody into being an uneasy smirk crossing Tristan’s face as he paused and glanced at the tits on his screen.

You home? Got a trial to execute. Crystal text provoked a deep sigh, Tristan seriously felt like just calling it quits. Giving Jaunie her tablets and washing his hands. But then he remember what Vito said, and how Crystal thought he could make a mint. He was torn, his normal moral ambiguity seeming to be weighted with something he couldn't describe.

Vito did promise a windfall, as soon as they got the city's dealers back.

Yeah, not sure about any trials though. Tristan regretted texting the reply almost as soon as he sent it.

The response chiming in almost eagerly as if Crystal had been awaiting his response provoking a deep sigh.