Help for a Gypsy

Down the elegant five star stairway came stomping the very pissed off, very bloodthirsty Jesse. Every sound his boot made on the floor made the terrified citizens tremple and whimper as he came closer, rifle over his shoulder as if it were an axe ready to decapitate anyone who strolled in his way. One small man in particular tried to stay out of Jesse's range of sight, almost as if Jesse could sense his fright his dark sadistic eyes met with the small mans, piercing him as if they were knives. The sight of the familiar face stopped Jesse in his tracks. He turned to the man with a crooked head and an unwelcoming expression.

"You-" he said as he stepped toward the crowd, swinging his gun off his shoulder and pointing it at the small man, which was much more threatning then just a finger. Jesse seemed speechless at the sight of the man. "Mr. Tobin, with me... NOW." he said as he started walking again towards the doors of the hotel. The tiny man scrambled to his feet and made his way through the crowd of people to follow Jesse with haste. Out into the cold they went, the streets empty besides the blanket of snow. Jesse stood in the middle of the street running his fingers through his hair as his bare hand took in the cold. He turned as Tobin approached. "Don't think I don't recgonise your face boy, last man I leave her with and look where that got her!" he snapped. With a quick swing he grabbed him up by the collar and pointed his tattooed, scarred finger at him, "I remember making it QUITE clear that if anything happened to her I would have your balls and I just happen to find you in the one place-" he clenched his fist as he'd too much to say that wanted to come out all at once, "-GAH!" he gasped as he threw Tobin to the ground.

"P-Please sir," Tobin gasped as he trembled from the cold and the fear of being in this mans presence again. Jesse didn't seem to be listening as he turned back around and put his fingers through his hair once more. "W-we got seperated... I...I was here trying to find her as well I swear to you..."

Jesse stood as the snow crept down slowly. Right now he didn't much care for Tobin or his excuses. It seemed like an eternity went by before he responded...

"Do you know... where she is..." he said calmly still turned away.

Tobin squirmed trying to find an answer quick, in all honesty he didn't know. Jesse began to get inpatiant as he tapped his fingers on his rifle. His temper rose quickly as Tobin attempted an answer, "I-I'm not s-sure s-s-sir..."

Jesse snarled and spun around pointing his rifle at Tobin he gave him a kick to the stomach making Tobin curl up in the snow with a wimper, "Boy do I have half a mind to put a Fuckin' hole in your tiny head!"  he yelled as he dug his gun in Tobins mouth.

"That won't be necessary Mr. Adler," came a sweet voice from behind Jesse. He let out a huff as he pulled the gun away, his breath came out in the cold air like a bull about ready to charge. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of the woman standing tall and proud in the snow with about twelve of her brothel girls behind her all of them either standing tall or trying to hold in their giggles from the sight of Jesse.

Jesse lowered his head with a smirk, "Why Miss Simone, fancy seeing you out here. Off on another one of your scantally clad girl parades," he asked sarcastically.

"Why no, as a matter of fact," she paused as she walked up to him, "I was here to meet Tobin, you asked him where your girl is?" Simone's smile grew, "I know who does."

Jesse raised an eyebrow, his expression was either impressed or suspicious, as he always was with this woman. He glanced up at her girls making them hide behind each other and giggle.

"Come by my place when you are finished here and we will have ourselves a little... chat, you help me and I will help this Gypsy to find his little Blondie girl, does that sound fair?" she said sweetly as she tilted her head and held out her hand.
  
Jesse thought for a moment as he stared into her seductive eyes, eventually his grip loosened from his rifle and he took her hand firmly. "We have a deal."

Jesse's boots crunched in the snow as he approached Tobin, still cowering in the snow, and instead of doing something... doing something that he'd do, he held back and instead put out his hand. The movement made Tobin flinch naturally, after hesatiting he took Jesse's hand and was hoised up out of the snow with such ease that it felt like Jesse could have flung him across town. Instead Jesse only stood him up, he watched him for what seemed like forever but in reality was only seconds before Jesse realeased his hand and walked away swinging his rifle up over his shoulder.