6A/N: Alright, so. Here's the story. Yes, Tasteful is a story/series I wrote a few years ago. Yes, this is a rewrite of that. No, there won't be slash. I'm like 95% sure there won't be slash. I'm more serious about this story this time, so feedback is greatly appreciated. Tell me what I'm doing wrong. Tell me how to fix it. Tell me if you hate it, or enjoy it. Please and thank you.
I'm keeping the original stories on here for now, but I will be deleting them one day in the near future. The plots might be a little similar, but already they're diverging quite a bit and the characters are pretty different. Taylor is not behaving in the slightest; he doesn't want to act like the previous Taylor. So that's changed some things, but I'm rolling with it. I'm okay with this. I'm going to give it a try, and I hope you do the same.
That being said...
Chapter length: 238 (I hate writing short chapters, but oh well)
Begin!
Tasteful
Tasteful Series #1
Written by: Averick
Warnings: Mentions/depictions of torture, but if it gets too much I will up the rating to M. Rated T for now, for language and my usual shit. No slash at the moment, so if that's not your glass of pineapple juice, I suggest returning to the fridge. Mentions of abuse. Unhealthy past relationships. Etc. My usual stuff, pretty much.
PROLOGUE
User: RED has entered chat room.
RED: $25k now
RED: the rest when it's done. Don't fail me.
Sean Tobias sat back in his chair, quirking a brow at the screen. Red. The name was familiar. While Sean knew of his existence and knew of what he did, hiring outside help for a job really wasn't Red's style.
Still, $25k was hard to turn down.
STOBI: what's the job
RED: you'll get the information soon. Don't fail me.
STOBI: Wait a minute
STOBI: I didn't agree to anything yet
RED: Fail me and I'll kill you. Succeed and you'll get paid. What more do you need?
A glob of snot nearly shot out of Sean's nose as he snorted. Red was already speaking as though he accepted the job, and he hadn't.
Still, the man did have a point. This was part of Sean's source of income; doing odd jobs for the Black Web. It took someone who knew where to look to even find him to chat with him. And now the guy was offering money.
STOBI: I'll do it. Where and when do you need me?
The reply was instantaneous, without the little dots symbolizing Red's fingers typing away at the keyboard.
RED: Lockridge Station in two days. You'll find money and further instructions waiting for you in room 102 at Motel 7.
RED: Don't disappoint me, Tobias.
User: RED has exited the chat room.