Alain blew through the Silver Mark from the staircase door right by 'Lanta, dressed in a wifebeater and charcoal slacks with a black tie draped loosely over his shoulders, and looking very perplexed. He found his ankle holster on the chair by the fire and crouched to put it on, taking the revolver tucked into his belt and holstering it there instead. Then he straightened, looked around, petted Jean distractedly, and worried his lip. Bright blue eyes cut over to 'Lanta. "Would a tie be too much, you think?"
He'd only made her leap out of her skin when he came breezing in, since she had been engrossed in the horror novel she'd picked up earlier that afternoon. She'd just gotten to a rather scary scene, too--wasn't that always the way? Funny how when faced with demons, she didn't bat an eyelash, but when faced with text, she was terrified. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" She huffed, with her hand over her heart, as she watched her Boss. "What're you on about?"
"I'm meeting Count Longden in a few hours, and I need to look good." He paused, and added, "But relaxed. Best I can tell, it's going to be dinner, wine, cigars and business at his place."
"Relaxed...but ready for business and manly bonding?" She laughed, leaning back on her stool. She held onto the bar and let her eyes look over him. "What are our options?"
"A lot of shirts, a lot of ties, and the full greyscale of slacks and jackets." He flicked a glance to the 'lunchbreak' sign, even though it was way past lunchtime. "You want to take a look?"
"Well, it looks like you can use a hand, Alain." She giggled, pointing to his current attire. "It's just like opening night." She smiled, both with warmth and humor, as she slipped down to her feet.
"I should invest in a valet," he admitted with a resigned sigh as he trudged up the stairs, fiddling with the tie. "I hope he doesn't notice the gun - and if he does, that he doesn't mind. He ought to understand, as a businessman." He grinned over his shoulder at 'Lanta as they reach his room. "He's a vampire after all."
"Vampire?" She wrinkled her nose, brushing some hair behind her ear. Normally, she'd be blushing up a storm while following a fella to his room. Or, at least glowing. But this was Alain, her Boss, and he was more of a protector figure, now. "Who is this bloke, again?" She'd never had the pleasure of meeting the Count.
"A noble of some kind and a CEO - and also my second-largest source of security funding, but you didn't hear that." He opened up his closet and stepped back to examine his shirts. He had a lot of them, though they were almost all solid colors.
"Hear what?" She looked over to him, dark green eyes round and open, full of youth and not much else. Was she kidding? If she was, she hid her smile well as she peered into his closet to investigate, one finger tapping her lower lip. "So...a Count. Is he a Wowser? No. Probably not, huh, considering he's a vampire.." She reached to touch a navy shirt, then shook her head.
"A Wowser?" Because Alain was boring, he moved to grab a white shirt.
"Real straight-laced. Conservative type." She half-smiled, shaking her head and pushing his hand away. "Some sheilas used to call me that in school." She almost laughed at that, but it came out as more of a snort. "Mmm...so, he's rich and likes blood. I think this un." She said, pinching a scarlet colored shirt sleeve.
"I don't know much about him, but if I had to go out on a limb? Tasteful decadence." And he picked up the scarlet shirt, and grinned. "Which is what makes this shirt... perfect." He unbuttoned it, slipped into it, and buttoned it back up pretty quickly. "Jacket?" He straightened his shirt a little, adjusting his collar.
She giggled at his description, before taking a bow. "Locke must be wearing off on me. Now the tricky part, right?" She went back to looking in his closet, leaving him to button-up. "Black is the obvious choice, but let's have a Captain Hook."
"You pick up Cockney from him, too?" He frowned into the closet, and looked in the mirror, seeing how the red went with the dark grey slacks he was wearing. "Dark grey or black..."
"What's Cockney?" She blinked, turning around towards him. "Dark grey! I think it makes a better statement! It's...kind of a variation on the classic. It's more modern!"
"Cockney rhyming." He picked out a jacket to match his slacks and adjusted it. "It's more confident, and I'll take it off the moment I'm inside, anyway." He smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"I...? Oh. The Captain Hook thing? We use it a bit in Banesmeath. Never heard 'Cockney' before, though." She stood off to the side, considering him now that he was clothed properly. "You need a little adjustment, still. C'mere."
He grinned and moved over to her. "Think we'll still strike a deal if I don't put out for him tonight?"
She giggled, giving him a nudge in the ribs. "Well, you are pretty charming, so ya should be alright. It could sweeten the pot, though." She reached up, to ubutton and fan his collar out a little. "Gotta keep you from looking stiff."
"Can't have that - I've got to look every inch the ambitious but open-minded young entrepeneur." He spread his arms. "Do I look the part now?"
"Hm." She paused, looking him over critically, then leaned in. She changed the buttoning on his jacket, repeated the review, then opted for a different buttoning pattern. When she stepped back, again, she smiled. "Almost perfect! Muss your hair some, though."
He was pretty good at that - rubbed his hair vigorously a few seconds and plucked at the bangs some. He looked back at the mirror. "There we go."
"Clah, Alain!" She exclaimed from behind him, having also consulted the mirror. "Now you just have to worry about him being envious!"
"He's the one with a small harem, while I'm well on my way down bachelor road." He said it with a grin, though, and turned away from the mirror, mussing her hair playfully as he passed by on his way out of the bedroom. "Thanks for your help, 'Lanta."
She almost asked, too, though her expression at his words was curious enough. It changed when she was suddenly forced to blow brown bits of hair out of her face. "All in a day's work, Boss."
He hurried down the stairs and jogged lightly towards the door. "Wish me luck!" And out he went.
A perplexed laugh, and then she was downstairs, too, looking over to Jean. "Alright. Time to get this place ready." Jean wagged his tail and barked his agreement.
(Adapted from a scene played on AIM with the help of the lovely and talented Lanta-mun.)
He'd only made her leap out of her skin when he came breezing in, since she had been engrossed in the horror novel she'd picked up earlier that afternoon. She'd just gotten to a rather scary scene, too--wasn't that always the way? Funny how when faced with demons, she didn't bat an eyelash, but when faced with text, she was terrified. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" She huffed, with her hand over her heart, as she watched her Boss. "What're you on about?"
"I'm meeting Count Longden in a few hours, and I need to look good." He paused, and added, "But relaxed. Best I can tell, it's going to be dinner, wine, cigars and business at his place."
"Relaxed...but ready for business and manly bonding?" She laughed, leaning back on her stool. She held onto the bar and let her eyes look over him. "What are our options?"
"A lot of shirts, a lot of ties, and the full greyscale of slacks and jackets." He flicked a glance to the 'lunchbreak' sign, even though it was way past lunchtime. "You want to take a look?"
"Well, it looks like you can use a hand, Alain." She giggled, pointing to his current attire. "It's just like opening night." She smiled, both with warmth and humor, as she slipped down to her feet.
"I should invest in a valet," he admitted with a resigned sigh as he trudged up the stairs, fiddling with the tie. "I hope he doesn't notice the gun - and if he does, that he doesn't mind. He ought to understand, as a businessman." He grinned over his shoulder at 'Lanta as they reach his room. "He's a vampire after all."
"Vampire?" She wrinkled her nose, brushing some hair behind her ear. Normally, she'd be blushing up a storm while following a fella to his room. Or, at least glowing. But this was Alain, her Boss, and he was more of a protector figure, now. "Who is this bloke, again?" She'd never had the pleasure of meeting the Count.
"A noble of some kind and a CEO - and also my second-largest source of security funding, but you didn't hear that." He opened up his closet and stepped back to examine his shirts. He had a lot of them, though they were almost all solid colors.
"Hear what?" She looked over to him, dark green eyes round and open, full of youth and not much else. Was she kidding? If she was, she hid her smile well as she peered into his closet to investigate, one finger tapping her lower lip. "So...a Count. Is he a Wowser? No. Probably not, huh, considering he's a vampire.." She reached to touch a navy shirt, then shook her head.
"A Wowser?" Because Alain was boring, he moved to grab a white shirt.
"Real straight-laced. Conservative type." She half-smiled, shaking her head and pushing his hand away. "Some sheilas used to call me that in school." She almost laughed at that, but it came out as more of a snort. "Mmm...so, he's rich and likes blood. I think this un." She said, pinching a scarlet colored shirt sleeve.
"I don't know much about him, but if I had to go out on a limb? Tasteful decadence." And he picked up the scarlet shirt, and grinned. "Which is what makes this shirt... perfect." He unbuttoned it, slipped into it, and buttoned it back up pretty quickly. "Jacket?" He straightened his shirt a little, adjusting his collar.
She giggled at his description, before taking a bow. "Locke must be wearing off on me. Now the tricky part, right?" She went back to looking in his closet, leaving him to button-up. "Black is the obvious choice, but let's have a Captain Hook."
"You pick up Cockney from him, too?" He frowned into the closet, and looked in the mirror, seeing how the red went with the dark grey slacks he was wearing. "Dark grey or black..."
"What's Cockney?" She blinked, turning around towards him. "Dark grey! I think it makes a better statement! It's...kind of a variation on the classic. It's more modern!"
"Cockney rhyming." He picked out a jacket to match his slacks and adjusted it. "It's more confident, and I'll take it off the moment I'm inside, anyway." He smiled as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"I...? Oh. The Captain Hook thing? We use it a bit in Banesmeath. Never heard 'Cockney' before, though." She stood off to the side, considering him now that he was clothed properly. "You need a little adjustment, still. C'mere."
He grinned and moved over to her. "Think we'll still strike a deal if I don't put out for him tonight?"
She giggled, giving him a nudge in the ribs. "Well, you are pretty charming, so ya should be alright. It could sweeten the pot, though." She reached up, to ubutton and fan his collar out a little. "Gotta keep you from looking stiff."
"Can't have that - I've got to look every inch the ambitious but open-minded young entrepeneur." He spread his arms. "Do I look the part now?"
"Hm." She paused, looking him over critically, then leaned in. She changed the buttoning on his jacket, repeated the review, then opted for a different buttoning pattern. When she stepped back, again, she smiled. "Almost perfect! Muss your hair some, though."
He was pretty good at that - rubbed his hair vigorously a few seconds and plucked at the bangs some. He looked back at the mirror. "There we go."
"Clah, Alain!" She exclaimed from behind him, having also consulted the mirror. "Now you just have to worry about him being envious!"
"He's the one with a small harem, while I'm well on my way down bachelor road." He said it with a grin, though, and turned away from the mirror, mussing her hair playfully as he passed by on his way out of the bedroom. "Thanks for your help, 'Lanta."
She almost asked, too, though her expression at his words was curious enough. It changed when she was suddenly forced to blow brown bits of hair out of her face. "All in a day's work, Boss."
He hurried down the stairs and jogged lightly towards the door. "Wish me luck!" And out he went.
A perplexed laugh, and then she was downstairs, too, looking over to Jean. "Alright. Time to get this place ready." Jean wagged his tail and barked his agreement.
(Adapted from a scene played on AIM with the help of the lovely and talented Lanta-mun.)