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[hostage]

[Jesse shakes his head as he tucks his wallet away.]

Nah, don't make a lotta noise. I got people for that.

[Or rather, one person in particular.]

Just focus on the house and... whatever you guys do to make sure my name's not on it.

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[The money's getting rolled up and his hips lift just enough to stuff the wad into his pants pocket. That'll be going straight in his safe once Jesse's gone, but the safe is only accessed when he's alone, away from prying eyes.]

I can get it done within the week, housing market dependent. I'll be in contact about the details and then we can get the ball rolling on this family house of yours. It's gonna be a good one, trust me.

[So excite to play happy families.]

[hostage]

[Jesse makes sort of a pained expression at the term "family house". Honestly, it's more like a guy, his adopted daughter, and the drug-dealing shit heel who's ruining both their lives. But he'll forgo any corrections.]

Good. The sooner, the better.

[That concludes their business for now, so Jesse's heading for the door.]

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[Totally a family. If Jeff can make a random group of students and teachers a family back home, then these three are a family.

He moves to rise as Jesse heads for the door, on his feet with his drink placed aside for the moment.]

Hey, and next time, just try asking nice. You'll be amazed how far a 'please' will get you.

[Which may or may not be sarcasm, either way, it's his parting comment and he's sticking to it.]

[hostage]

[Jesse glances back to Jeff, a smirk tugging at his lips. If an apology's expected, it won't be delivered.]

What can I say? I got a temper.

[Which Jeff would do good to remember. Hand resting casually on the butt of his gun, Jesse slips out the door.]

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[Understatement of the year.

The moment Jesse's out of that door, Jeff's huffing out a soft noise of annoyance and sullenly getting to work on clearing up the mess made. He'd almost consider all this not worth his effort were it not for the notes sitting heavily in his suit pocket.]