Errand Boy

Light jazz plays softly, muffled by several layers of concrete. You open your eyes and the room slowly comes into focus. It sounds like Ryo Fukui. He was one of Donny's favorites, but you're not sure. You pick yourself up off the floor and take a second to stretch and enjoy some fine art. Soft morning light filters in through small cracks in your ceiling and a slightly larger one in your wall.



You begin making your way down the hallway to Donny's room, the piano steadily grows louder. Yes, you're sure now, it's Fukui, some of his earlier work.



Stopping outside Donny's door, crack, whatever, you notice the room's nearly empty. Donny must be between deliveries right now. You step through the doorway, Donny's already up, pacing back and forth. He stop's when he sees you.



"Good, yer up. Was about ready to go in there, kick you awake. Got stuff to do today, ben waitin' fer the next delivery, and i can't do nothing 'til they come. So you gotta grab me some stuff, run me some errands. 'Kinda why I keep yeh around. First things first, we got some customers that need to pay off their tabs. Jack's been stayin' away for about two weeks now, yer goin' to need to find him and persuade him to pay what he owes. Winston's got some debt racked up too, but e's usually piss drunk at Alby's so e'll be easy to find. Grab some needles at the market on the way back. 'opefully the delivery'll be here by then, but I'll handle that part on my own."

The music comes to a stop switching to some contemporary jazz you do not recognize. Donny resumes his pacing, "Oh, and kid, if you even think about runnin' off with my money, I will find you. Ain't no one can hide from Donny fer long. Jest remember that."

You are the errand boy. What will you do?