FIN [PRP] What's the hurry? (Somehow Jerome and Mau)

[Blood_Goddess]

Jerome usually worked with the team that he was assigned to, the small group of his grunt underlings would take shipments and transports all over the island. It was rare that Jerome be given a lone assignment that involved picking up a person to transport. But today the ex-gangster was given an assignment to pick up a fellow Rocket Agent from Makko town resort, He was given a name, but of course the moment Jerome thought of something else he forgot the name completely, and instead just used what he could remember of the Agent's picture they provided him before he left.

Pulling into a parking space at the location he was told to meet the Rocket Agent, the dark skinned Agent hit the car into park and killed the engine.
Taking a moment to glance over the building before he opened the car door and stepped out.

Dressed in comfortably fitting sports pants, a pare of nice sneakers and a gray hoodie, the ex- gangster shoved his hands into his pockets, dark inked eyes lifting back up to the building, as he made his way toward the building with a lazy saunter, the dreadlocks growing from one side of his head were tied back to keep it out of his face this time.

"Hn" The man grunted, pausing as he reached the back where he was told to go, and paused, glancing around the people gathered to see if he could spot the purple hair he had more of less memorized from the picture. seeming to not even notice, or be bothered by the looks of people passing by who gave double takes
Next to him, a large purple and green form floated up, squinting large green eyes as the Gengar too attempted to look for their comrade.  

[Blood_Goddess]

It was an odd feeling looking for someone, standing in a room and scanning each person to find one that you're assigned to locate. in the past it was for much harsher reasons and violent intent, so Jerome supposed that it was still a little strange to him to have no incline of ill will toward a person he would be looking forward today.
Not that he disliked this change in any way.

A hand reached out and slapped his shoulder, drawing the Agent's gaze over to where Bro was now jerking his head.
Blacked eyes settled on a man, tanned skin and the purple and navy hair he had been looking for.
chewing lightly on the inside of his lip piercing, Jerome made his way over to meet the man, who spoke first.
"Yo." He greeted back in a deep voice "man I figured ya are gon' be ready t'get the ********' outta here." Jerome said his tone calm and deep, though his words spoken with a level of drawl and laziness "Had a long trip?"
the man pulled his hands out of his pocket, extending one out to the other Agent. "Name's Jerome, This here S'Bro"

The Gengar clacked his teeth and threw up a few sighs with his hands.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Jerom had noticed from the image he had been provided that this Rocket certainly seemed much older then the Rockets that were usually around the base, the fact that he was definitely even older then Jerome himself. It fascinated the gangster in a way, how long he would have been hard of the organization, and how he felt about it.

Shaking the man's hand with a firm grip, Jerome's hands were strong and rough with scarred, though not so much as to make it awkward or uncomfortable.
"S'up" Jerome said with a nod to both Mau and Ten, still not confident that he would remember their names.

At the offer of a free drink Jerome blinked, but shrugged, slipping his hands back into his pockets. "Man- I ain't ever been one t' say no t'a free drink." He replied, "Knowin' em' Th'll 'polly go puttin' ya back t'work er some s**t too." Jerome replied with a chuckle "could tell em we hit traffic."

His eyes moved to the pokemon as the small bird started to spout off some abrupt adn questionable things.
This of course only drew a snort of amusement from Jerome, and a full on burst of cackles from Bro, the Ghost rolling back into the air and clutching at his gut.
"brutha' I think he knows." the darker man chuckled at Mau's apology

Bro burst, floating up toward the Chattot and reaching a finger out to poke at him  

[Blood_Goddess]

"Knockers?" Jerome repeated, looking from the bird who obviously was mimicking something its trainer had said. "'The ******** says 'knockers' anymore?" He chuckled, though it wasn't with mocking intent. on the contrary that seemed to have just made his day.

Bro was still cackling even as the Chattot was returned into its pokeball, he made a noise of disappointment only a moment before he burst out laughing again.

"yeah he'll get somethin' Jerome said, glancing over to his partner and arching his eyebrows. "In a sec." He finished.
"Know me when ya see me huh? guess that ain't untrue." Jerome replied with a light shrug. "least I got a picture a'ya. I dn't usually run body pick ups though."  

[Blood_Goddess]

Bro drawled with another chuckle, floating back over to Jerome's side and giving the other human a skeptical look along with his wide toothy grin, nudging Jerome's shoulder with his elbow and causing the gangster to grin lightly.
"Like I got th'right t'go talkin' s**t aight?" Jerome chuckled

"Pokemon pick s**t up, I got a smack talker' m'self, pickin' up s**t from me" Jerome said with another light smile and a casual shrug of his shoulders, leaning back in his seat and casting his glance over to the waitress that Mau had waved over.

"Naw man, didn't mean literally." Jerome corrected himself. "M'usually takin' cargo around, ya know?"
He pulled his hands out of pockets, folding his arms over his chest and lifting his head a little more to observe his fellow Rocket "What bout' you man? What do you do?"  

[Blood_Goddess]

The aged gangster lifted his gaze a little more, unsure of what the other man was implying when he said he would know when the pokemon started repeating him. He supposed he would have to see, given that he was going to be returning to HQ for work, this of course implied that Jerome might get the opportunity to get to know another team mate a little better.
this was to say, Jerome was indeed interested in this older man's story.

"J'us two beers." Jerome said calmly, shifting his gaze back to the women as she came to take his order. Jerome reaching into his pocket to putt out his ID for her. Faked by HQ of course, Jerome never really had a real ID before.

"So ya into all that plant s**t too huh? M'partners always messin' round with some kinda' flower er somethin'" Jerome mentioned "S'got one a mah boys Tremain in on it too." Jerome shook his head. "Get kinda lost n'that science stuff."  

[Blood_Goddess]

While Jerome kept eye contact with Mau as he started to talk about the kind of work that he did, there was definitely an absence of clear understanding as to what the more sciencey man was talking about. A dim sort of vacancy warn by simpler men.
He bet Zacharie would enjoy talking about this kind of thing. Jerome always did feel a little bad that he couldn't quite contribute to his younger partner's knowledge the way he probably deserved.

Licking his lips and sitting up higher onto his chair, Jerome moved to roll up the sleeves of his hoodie as the drinks were dropped off.
Bro indeed was getting one of the beers, being the first to reaching out and snatch the drink, taking a long swig of it with a pleased clack of his teeth.

"Changed? Figure it has" Jerome replied, taking his own drink into his hand. "How long ya been away? Don't remember seein' ya around when I was dragged in."

Taking a swig and grinning lightly "Naw, I don't really d'much drivin' S'one a m'boy's jobs." Jerome admitted "S'nice t'get out. Seein' lots a places I ain't really seen b'fo, n'bein' inside all th'time kinda gets t'me"