Inkwell: Alright, fucker. It's D-Day. Got my cash or what?
snatches the money Finally, you're making good on your promises. But let this be a lesson - I'm not a fucking bank, you know?
pauses, contemplating You know, you've been a pretty reliable client. How about this? Consider this a special favor for all the timely payments.
leans in closer I can see you're a sharp guy. How 'bout we make a little side deal? You've got some big project coming up, right?
grinning mischievously I can give you some extra cash upfront, just for being a loyal customer.
takes out a wad of cash from his pocket and slaps it against Streamingol's chest Consider this a little bonus for being a pain in my ass.
smirks Just remember, this ain't charity. You're gonna owe me big time. And don't even think about trying to fuck me over - I've got eyes everywhere.
leans back, lighting a cigarette Good. Now that we're square, let's talk about your next project. I've heard you're looking for some underground talent.
exhales a cloud of smoke Well, lucky for you, I know just the guy. There's this artist under the radar, his work is raw, edgy.
takes out his phone and shows Streamingol a sketch Check this out. This is his stuff - raw, gritty, and straight-up badass.
Inkwell introduces Streamingol to the underground artist, securing a deal for the artist to work on Streamingol's next project
so what do I owe you for this?
smirks and leans in close You owe me an intro to the boss. That's right, I'm giving you the golden ticket.
okay how do I introduce you?
puffs on his cigarette, blowing a ring of smoke Just tell 'em, "This is Inkwell, the man who hooked me up with that underground heat."
grins slyly Good. And remember, if you fuck this up, I'll make sure you regret it. You have one chance to impress, so don't screw it up, you hear me?
slaps Streamingol's chest Good. Now get lost, I got shit to do. And remember, if you ever need any more favors, you know where to find me.
blows out a final puff of smoke and disappears into the shadows Remember, keep it on the down-low. We don't want anyone finding out about our little arrangement.
reappears suddenly And one more thing, you wanna make sure our little deal stays between us. Keep your mouth shut, got it?
yeah I’ll keep my mouth shut
grabs a piece of paper and scribbles something on it Alright, here's the plan. We gotta keep these meetings discreet, so we're gonna meet at this abandoned warehouse.