Rick was dressed to kill, just like always. His features were delicate, if a bit boyish, his nose cute, his skin smooth like only the young can have. He was wearing the old glasses today, with his lucky vest, and those old leather shoes he had to spend so much time cleaning and repairing to keep them from falling apart at any moment. Otherwise, it was all new -- a beautiful jacket, sleek and intelligent looking. Well fitting pants. She had picked out the shirt, of course, and the scarf. Gifts from last Christmas. The long sleeves thankfully hid the magic scroll work of tattoos that ran from wrists to who-but-her-knew...having to try and convince the real estate agent currently babbling at them that he just looked 16 (true), and was in fact 18 (false) would have driven him up the wall, and today was a no liquor before lunch day, her rules. He was grateful she was handling the annoying agent, and while the other two talked, he peered in through the window of the front, eyeing the dusty shelves, old unsold magic merchandise still waiting buyers. He made a mental note to check how this place came up for sale and what had happened to the original owners.
"No, no, I assure you we have the capital to back us." Quinn could be overheard telling the Realtor, putting on a winning but incredibly fake smile as she charmed the dubious woman. "What? Oh, it's like I said," she kept her voice so that Rick might hear her while simultaneously managing to lower it to impart some amount of implied privacy between herself and the nosy Realtor who had a knack for asking all sorts of prying questions. "It's his inheritance. Who am I to tell him he can't buy a magic shop? After his parents... well, it's still so fresh..." She trailed off and pressed a well manicured hand over her heart, dabbing at her eyes with a monogrammed handkerchief. The agent gave her a sympathetic pat before moving off to give the young woman some space and with that space, Quinn found her way to Rick, a flashed grin shared just for him. "What do you think? It's perfect right?"
"You're insane," he intoned flatly. Rick glanced up at her side long, his hands crossed behind his back like the little serious old man he was. He clucked his tongue and shook his head in mock disappointment... and, just as maybe she thought he was serious, he boiled over into a grin and winked at her with all the charm in the world. ?That was a good story. Did she give you the keys? I want to take a look inside." That was code for, "Ditch the b*tch, Quinn, and let's go exploring," but he didn't need to explain that anymore.
"I am not!" She protested with a touch of annoyance, folding her arms under her bust. Quinn's lips parted in disbelief, sure she had found exactly what he wanted, her mouth slowly opening more and more in repudiation. Until! Until he gave up the ghost and the teasing, causing her deflate just slightly. Her breath left her in a soft huff and she turned an offended pout at him. "He of little faith." Tut tutting under her breath, she drew a hand away from her torso, keys dangling from her middle finger. "Of course she did." Rolling her eyes, she slipped past him, hip-checking him on the way as she tried not to dance her way up the front steps to unlock the door. Appearances were important. At least until they got inside.
He laughed, and it was hard not to watch the way she shimmied up the stairs. The looks he gave her were down right unwholesome. Pretty eyes went up, he whistled, shoving hands in pockets and pretended to look at the sign on the front. The obnoxious lettering has faded past the point of being readable, but he was sure it was something inane or obtuse. "Bob's Magic Bungalow," or "Jay's Jammin Magic Jamboree". He shot the real estate agent a reassuring look, waved, smiled. It produced a weird emotional whiplash in them, which fit Rick just fine.
If she noticed the dirty looks they were given by the Realtor, iffy of the pairs motives as she was, Quinn didn't show it. Pocketing the keys for safe keeping, she reached for the nearest light switch to flip it. With no change in the lighting, a decided frown pulled at the corners of red painted lips and she tried the switch a few more times. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Her lips pursed and tugged to one side as she finally gave up, patent leather pumps click-clacking against the aged wooden floor under foot as she sought out the nearest window and drew back the drapes. Flailing a hand at the wave of dust that radiated from the motion, she wrinkled her nose and threw a look over her shoulder at him. "When they called this place the King of Clubs, I thought we'd be looking at a nightclub not a magic shop. Imagine my surprise, right?" There was that grin again, ear to ear and meant only for his enjoyment.
"No, no, I assure you we have the capital to back us." Quinn could be overheard telling the Realtor, putting on a winning but incredibly fake smile as she charmed the dubious woman. "What? Oh, it's like I said," she kept her voice so that Rick might hear her while simultaneously managing to lower it to impart some amount of implied privacy between herself and the nosy Realtor who had a knack for asking all sorts of prying questions. "It's his inheritance. Who am I to tell him he can't buy a magic shop? After his parents... well, it's still so fresh..." She trailed off and pressed a well manicured hand over her heart, dabbing at her eyes with a monogrammed handkerchief. The agent gave her a sympathetic pat before moving off to give the young woman some space and with that space, Quinn found her way to Rick, a flashed grin shared just for him. "What do you think? It's perfect right?"
"You're insane," he intoned flatly. Rick glanced up at her side long, his hands crossed behind his back like the little serious old man he was. He clucked his tongue and shook his head in mock disappointment... and, just as maybe she thought he was serious, he boiled over into a grin and winked at her with all the charm in the world. ?That was a good story. Did she give you the keys? I want to take a look inside." That was code for, "Ditch the b*tch, Quinn, and let's go exploring," but he didn't need to explain that anymore.
"I am not!" She protested with a touch of annoyance, folding her arms under her bust. Quinn's lips parted in disbelief, sure she had found exactly what he wanted, her mouth slowly opening more and more in repudiation. Until! Until he gave up the ghost and the teasing, causing her deflate just slightly. Her breath left her in a soft huff and she turned an offended pout at him. "He of little faith." Tut tutting under her breath, she drew a hand away from her torso, keys dangling from her middle finger. "Of course she did." Rolling her eyes, she slipped past him, hip-checking him on the way as she tried not to dance her way up the front steps to unlock the door. Appearances were important. At least until they got inside.
He laughed, and it was hard not to watch the way she shimmied up the stairs. The looks he gave her were down right unwholesome. Pretty eyes went up, he whistled, shoving hands in pockets and pretended to look at the sign on the front. The obnoxious lettering has faded past the point of being readable, but he was sure it was something inane or obtuse. "Bob's Magic Bungalow," or "Jay's Jammin Magic Jamboree". He shot the real estate agent a reassuring look, waved, smiled. It produced a weird emotional whiplash in them, which fit Rick just fine.
If she noticed the dirty looks they were given by the Realtor, iffy of the pairs motives as she was, Quinn didn't show it. Pocketing the keys for safe keeping, she reached for the nearest light switch to flip it. With no change in the lighting, a decided frown pulled at the corners of red painted lips and she tried the switch a few more times. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Her lips pursed and tugged to one side as she finally gave up, patent leather pumps click-clacking against the aged wooden floor under foot as she sought out the nearest window and drew back the drapes. Flailing a hand at the wave of dust that radiated from the motion, she wrinkled her nose and threw a look over her shoulder at him. "When they called this place the King of Clubs, I thought we'd be looking at a nightclub not a magic shop. Imagine my surprise, right?" There was that grin again, ear to ear and meant only for his enjoyment.