Chapter 56 - Chapter 56: Love Fist: High Notes

In the morning, you wake up to find several missed calls from Kent Paul. Rubbing your eyes, you pick up the phone and dial him back."Tommy! Mate, finally you call back," Kent's voice sounds casual, almost relieved."What's up, Paul?" you ask, curiosity piqued."The Love Fist lads need a favor. Can you come down to the V-Rock Recording Studio, Downtown, Vice City Mainland?""Sure, Paul. I'll be there soon."You get dressed and head out, the morning sun casting long shadows over the city as you make your way to the studio.The V-Rock Recording Studio is a prominent building with a large, iconic sign perched on its roof, signaling its importance in Vice City's music scene. The facade is sleek and modern, with large glass windows that reflect the bustling activity inside. Satellite dishes adorn the rooftop, broadcasting the sounds of rock and roll across the city.As you walk up to the entrance, you notice the parking lot filled with expensive cars, a testament to the wealth and fame of the artists who record there. The front doors are flanked by posters of famous bands and musicians, their faces staring down at you as you enter.Inside, the studio is a hive of activity. Musicians, producers, and technicians bustle about, each engrossed in their own tasks. The walls are adorned with gold and platinum records, a testament to the studio's success. You can hear the faint thump of bass and the strumming of guitars from various rooms, blending together to create a chaotic symphony of rock music.You make your way through the lobby, past a receptionist who barely acknowledges your presence, and head towards the back where Kent said he'd meet you. The air is thick with the smell of cigarette smoke and coffee, and you can feel the energy of creativity and stress permeating the space.You finally reach the studio where Kent and the members of Love Fist are waiting. The room is filled with state-of-the-art recording equipment, instruments of all kinds, and a massive soundboard that dominates the center. The walls are lined with gold and platinum records, testament to the band's success. The place reeks of rock 'n' roll, from the dim lighting to the posters of the band's wild performances plastered everywhere.Kent notices you first and greets you with his usual enthusiasm. "Tommy, mate! Glad you could make it. Come on in, let me introduce you to the lads."You step further into the studio, feeling the heavy bass of a track playing in the background. Jezz Torrent, the band's frontman, is recording vocals in the booth. He finishes a take and steps out, wiping sweat from his brow. "Hey, you must be Tommy. Ever met Love Fist before?" he asks, extending a hand.You shake his hand, replying, "No, but I've always enjoyed your music."Kent grins and proceeds to introduce you to the band members. "This is Percy, and over there is Dick," he says, gesturing to the band members lounging on a sofa. "Willy's out somewhere, probably getting into trouble as usual."After the introductions, Kent gets down to business. "Tommy, the lads need a favor. Nothing too major, but you know how it is."Jezz cuts to the chase, "We want some drugs, mate. Something special for a gig we've got coming up."You raise an eyebrow. "In Vice City? Shouldn't be too hard to find whatever you need."Percy leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Not just any drugs. We need a specific one called 'Love Juice'. Hard to come by but perfect for our performance."You nod, understanding the situation. "Alright, I can get you what you need. Any ingredients in particular?"Dick chimes in, "Yeah, there's a list. Kent's got it. And we need it ASAP."Kent hands you a piece of paper with a list of ingredients. "Think you can handle it, Tommy?"You glance at the list and smirk. "Consider it done."The band members relax a bit, chatting among themselves while you discuss the details with Kent. "You know this 'Love Juice' stuff is potent, right?" Kent says, lowering his voice."Yeah, I know. I'll be careful," you reply, pocketing the list. "Anything else I need to know?"Kent shakes his head. "Just get it back here in one piece, and you'll be the band's hero."You give him a nod and turn to leave, ready to start your new mission. As you exit the studio, the sounds of rock music follow you, mixing with the bustling city noises outside. The hunt for 'Love Juice' begins.You make your way to the car and drive through the chaotic streets, your mind focused on the task at hand. The dealer's location isn't far, but you know these transactions rarely go smoothly. The city's neon lights flash by as you pull up to a rundown apartment complex. The place reeks of trouble – perfect for a shady deal.Upon arrival, you park the car and lean on the horn, signaling the dealer. Moments later, a slimy-looking guy steps out, glancing around nervously. "You the one lookin' for Love Juice?" he asks, his voice dripping with suspicion."Yeah," you reply, your tone flat. "You got it?""Depends. You got the cash?" he retorts, eyeing you up and down.You flash the money, and he grins, moving towards your car. As he hands over the package, you notice something off about his expression. Before you can react, he grabs the cash and bolts, hopping on a nearby PCJ 600 motorcycle."Son of a bitch!" you yell, diving back into your car. You floor the accelerator, the car roaring to life as you give chase. The dealer weaves through traffic, but you're relentless, closing the distance with every turn. The city blurs around you, a cacophony of honking horns and shouting pedestrians.You lean over and pop open the glove compartment, revealing two handguns. "Let's see how you like this," you mutter to yourself, grabbing one of the guns.With one hand on the wheel, you line up your shot and fire. Bullets ping off the asphalt, one finally hitting the mark. The dealer's bike wobbles, then crashes into a row of parked cars.You pull over, jumping out of the car. The dealer lies on the ground, groaning in pain. "You messed with the wrong guy," you say, kicking him aside and grabbing the money and the package of Love Juice.After finishing dealing with the Love Juice transaction and get back to your car, your phone rings. It's Kent again."Hey we've got a bit of a situation here," he starts, his voice jittery. "You know how the lads get before a big gig, right? They're all wound up, need to blow off some steam, if you catch my drift."You lean against the car, rolling your eyes. "Spit it out, Kent. What do you need?""Well, you see, it's not just about the music, Tommy. The lads, they need a bit of... company. You know, to keep the vibes high and the mood right. Some friendly faces, maybe a little more than just friendly, if you get me."You smirk, shaking your head. "Get to the point, Kent.""Right, right," Kent stammers. "They want some girls, Tommy. The best you can find. It's gotta be tonight, mate.""Got it," you say, cutting him off before he can ramble any further. "I know just the girls for the job."You drive through the streets, the neon lights reflecting off your windshield. The Pole Position Club is your destination, a well-known spot for its lively atmosphere and the beautiful women who work there. You arrive and park, the bass from the club's music thumping through the walls.Inside, the air is thick with smoke and the scent of cheap perfume. The dancers are on stage, moving to the rhythm, while patrons throw money and cheer. You make your way through the crowd, heading towards the back where the manager's office is located.The manager, a burly man with a cigar hanging from his lips, looks up as you enter. "Tommy Vercetti, what brings you here tonight?""Got a job for some of your girls," you reply, leaning against the doorframe. "Love Fist needs some company."He nods, understanding. "I've got just the girls for you. Give me a minute."As he heads to the dressing room, you look around the club. The atmosphere is electric, and you can see why it's so popular. A few moments later, the manager returns with three stunning women, all dressed in skimpy outfits that leave little to the imagination."Ladies, this is Tommy. He's got a special gig for you tonight," the manager says, introducing you.The girls look you up and down, then smile. "What's the job, handsome?" one of them asks, her voice sultry."You're going to be entertaining the band Love Fist. They're at the V-Rock studio, and they need some company," you explain."Love Fist? No way! I love their music!" another girl exclaims, her excitement evident."Good to hear," you reply with a grin. "Let's get going."You leave the club with the three women, their hips swaying as they walk towards the car. The night is still young, and the city is alive with energy. As you all pile into the car, the girls giggle and whisper to each other, their excitement palpable.You start the engine and pull out onto the street, the neon lights of Vice City reflecting off the hood of the car. The girls are all over you, their hands roaming over your body as you drive. You can feel the tension building between you all, and you know that you're in for one hell of a night."Wanna have some fun first girls", you smirk. Getting irritated with this heated atmosphere.You pull over to the side of the road, the sound of the engine purring in the background."Thought you would never ask". One of the girls retorts.