>>41559705>CRASH>the demon suddenly went sprawling across the room, colliding with the glass door of the drink coolers, shattering them instantly>Roxy lowered her leg – to nobody’s surprise, being a literal humanoid rabbit monster meant some pretty impressive lower body strength – and followed after the booted goon>the demon rubbed her head, trying to will away her new head-back-everythingache but was interrupted by the sudden feeling of the heel of Roxy’s size 14 Nikes grinding against her forehead>Roxy leaned down, hunched over her prone underling, and muttered in a cold, hateful voiceI
said, tell me dat ain’t true.
I-it’s not! I swear it’s not!!...Good.
>Roxy pulled her foot away and started to turn back to the counter, but not before adding;By da way, don’t forget to pay me back dat 500 I loaned you a while back.
Y-yes ma’am.
>Roxy returned to the counter and put her “””friendly””” voice back on, speaking with overacted pretend surpriseWell! Not dat I’m callin’ you a
liar or nuttin’ Paulie, but I trust my employees! If she says it didn’t happen, well den I got no choice but ta believe ‘er don’t I? Maybe you’re mixin’ it up with some otha visit?
>she leaned down resting on her elbows on the counter, flashing her brightest businesswoman smileTell ya what, howsabout’cha just pay now and we’ll gall it good, whaddya say?
>Paulkrey, in a moment of absolutely no self-preservation instinct, let words roll out of his mouth under his breathI’m calling the cops.>Roxy bolted upright, ears standing on end, and gasped with faux-shockWhaaaat? Now Paulie, why in da
world would you have any reason ta do
dat? You and I both know, Roxanne Rebecca Rabbit is
nuttin’ if not a lawful, upstandin’ businesswoman!
>he barely even saw her move, and before Paul had enough time to properly register what she had done, he felt a cold bit of wood tapping roughly at the side of his head>he had no idea how Roxy had gone from empty-handed to having a baseball bat in her hands in under a second, but the point was madeIt’s just dat she knows how ta make some tough negotiations, dat’s all.
>Paulkrey froze for a long moment, weighing his options>chink>and the best option was deemed to be popping the register open and dropping 200 dollars on the counterThat’s all I can give you right now. Come back next week.
>mercifully the bat pulled away from his head, Roxy planting the end on the floor and leaning on it like an impromptu cane, a cruel smirk on her face and in her voiceOh, sure, can do Paulie! Sorry ta say dat’s gonna mean a 20% late fee on your total, ‘doe. Dat’s fine wit’cha, right?
Fine. Whatever. I’ll have it. Just get the hell out.
>Roxy smiled brightly, snapped up the cash off the counter, and tucked it into her vest pocket>she cheerily slung the bat over her shoulder, picked up the bottle of questionably-obtained soda, and motioned for her goons to make for the doorDeal’s a deal! Always a pleasure doin’ business Paulie! See ya next Sunday, pallie!
>Roxy moved to leave, but paused in the doorway, to turn back and add one last thingOh, yeah, ‘fore I go -
>she pointed a thumb back at the shattered cooler-hate ta say it but da place is lookin’ a little trashed, Paul. Ya thinkin’a renovatin’ soon? I gotta friend what does contractin’, I’ll give ‘im ya number ‘n tell ‘im ta give ya da friend discount.
>she flashed a final wink and a thumbs-up, and finally, mercifully, her and her gang disappeared into the cold winter morning, leaving Paulkrey standing there alone in silence
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