Waxey takes the man's hand, gives an abrupt shake. There's nothing hostile in the gesture; Waxey just doesn't care to linger over pleasantries. "Warden. I'm drawing breath, what can I say?"
It's almost surprising, the way he's gotten used to dealing with Rankin. Inexplicable as Rankin's domain is, as many secrets as he's got, he's at least been a reliable partner. He hasn't tried cheating Waxey out of his hard-earned cash. Hasn't made attempts to push into Waxey's territory. Transactions are accomplished on time, and the man's careful not to make unannounced visits.
Business hadn't been easy at the start. Waxey'd mostly kept a calm head around Rankin, but he'd also lost countless hours of sleep thinking the partnership would go sour, thinking maybe it'd been a set-up all along. That maybe Rankin intended to finish what his sadist of a second hand had started. It hadn't helped knowing Rankin was also conducting business with Luciano.
Still. There'd been no deep signs of hostility. And as far as New York went, Waxey couldn't fault the man too far for insuring himself on all sides. If he can't exactly trust Warden - he doesn't - he can rely on the man's business sense and his own position in Philadelphia. He's got the city, he's got the unwavering loyalty of his men, and the money's still coming in. The feds may have a few eyes on him, but he's slipped their grasp before, and they've got nothing on him. They'll never get anything on him.
"And how are you?" He bites back an urge to ask just what the fuck Warden's doing in Philly in the first place. Patience. He can be patient when he needs to. He's learned that.
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Date: 2015-03-27 01:57 am (UTC)Waxey takes the man's hand, gives an abrupt shake. There's nothing hostile in the gesture; Waxey just doesn't care to linger over pleasantries. "Warden. I'm drawing breath, what can I say?"
It's almost surprising, the way he's gotten used to dealing with Rankin. Inexplicable as Rankin's domain is, as many secrets as he's got, he's at least been a reliable partner. He hasn't tried cheating Waxey out of his hard-earned cash. Hasn't made attempts to push into Waxey's territory. Transactions are accomplished on time, and the man's careful not to make unannounced visits.
Business hadn't been easy at the start. Waxey'd mostly kept a calm head around Rankin, but he'd also lost countless hours of sleep thinking the partnership would go sour, thinking maybe it'd been a set-up all along. That maybe Rankin intended to finish what his sadist of a second hand had started. It hadn't helped knowing Rankin was also conducting business with Luciano.
Still. There'd been no deep signs of hostility. And as far as New York went, Waxey couldn't fault the man too far for insuring himself on all sides. If he can't exactly trust Warden - he doesn't - he can rely on the man's business sense and his own position in Philadelphia. He's got the city, he's got the unwavering loyalty of his men, and the money's still coming in. The feds may have a few eyes on him, but he's slipped their grasp before, and they've got nothing on him. They'll never get anything on him.
"And how are you?" He bites back an urge to ask just what the fuck Warden's doing in Philly in the first place. Patience. He can be patient when he needs to. He's learned that.