Harris had attempted to make contact with Clover immediately following the warehouse fire but she hadn't been in her apartment, so he settled for slipping a note under her door, informing her that their usual Monday business meeting wouldn't occur at the Bodhi Tree Cafe, but instead she should come to his place. The two-story dojo he resided in with his family was intentionally unobtrusive, the building's only identifier hung above the glass door that led inside, a wooden sign scrawled with a single character in traditional Chinese that signified it was a place of training.
The vast rectangular interior was dominated in the center by interlocking sections of tatami mats that were utilized for sparring and other training purposes, flanked on one side by a host of gym equipment that consisted of free weights as well as a variety of weight machines. On the opposite side, across the mats, fighting equipment from a plethora of disciplines occupied the space, including a speed bag, wooden dummies, and a heavy bag that was in the process of being savagely brutalized by punches and kicks. A slick sheen of perspiration glistened on the bare flesh of his upper body as taped hands pounded a stiff one-two combination into the gently swaying bag, the added frustration of suddenly being out of business forcing him to extend his usual morning workout to the point he had lost track of the time, not realizing Clover would be walking through the unlocked door at any moment for their scheduled rendezvous.
The weather hadn't let up much and without the restriction of a dress code, Clover was back to wearing something better suited for the weather. A little white top with ruffles that exposed her midriff, paired with light jean shorty-shorts and white heels that tied with ribbons around her ankles. Her hair had been brought back and tied with a similar ribbon into a ponytail that swayed in an hypnotic rhythm, much like her hips that caught the eyes of those she passed on her way to Harris's dojo. About her neck she wore a silver necklace, adorned with a silver cage and little blue bird perched on the outside of the cage. As her usual breakfast meeting was taking place elsewhere, Clover carried along with her a basket of muffins--blueberry, banana-nut, and apple cinnamon--freshly made before she headed out. Enough for the family she hoped.
Pausing outside the dojo, she looked up, only so long to ponder the likelihood of meeting the lady of the house at home. No warning sounding in the back of her mind, Clover made her way into the dojo. Her steps came to a halt as she saw Harris at work. Muscles. Sweat. Something broke in the back of her mind for a moment before she recovered with a grin.
"Lookin' sharp, Boss." She called over to him, lifting the basket of treats, "I come with gifts!"
He straightened as Clover's voice reached his ears, halting his workout to level a brief, tight smile toward the woman and her basket, fists clenching and unclenching momentarily. Forearm swept across his sweat stained brow and he exhaled a long breath, bare feet padding away from the heavy bag to gather a plain white tank top draped across the extended wooden arm of a nearby training dummy. He gestured toward the mats in the center of the room.
"Take your shoes off and have a seat."
A brow quirked, but she shrugged lightly and did as asked. The basket set down as she bent to untie the ribbons that her bound around her ankles before being able to slip her feet from her shoes. The heels she tucked neatly to the side of the mats, the basket she picked up again and carried with her. Sitting, she curled her legs around to the side and kept the basket in her lap. Blue-grey eyes watched Harris with a mixture of innocent curiosity and less than innocent curiosity. She bit the side of her lip and offered up smile, with a cant of her head.
"Something goin on?"
He didn't sit. Instead, after slipping the tank top over his head he stepped onto the mats and clasped his wrapped hands together.
"This is our last meeting. Alpha's out of business." Harris stated, simple and direct.
A flutter of lashes, curiosity gave way to confusion, then acceptance. She didn't need the job, but it had been a lot of fun while it lasted. The edges of her lips turned down with disappointment.
"What happened?"
"Those FLA bastards got into the warehouse where I kept the reserve stock. Inside job. Burned it all down. Don't have the means to make more."
The gnashing of his teeth was audible. It wasn't that he needed the job either, it was the fact that he had been beaten by a bunch of anti-slavers that agitated him more than anything, wounding his ego.
"Oh..."
Clover looked down, chewing her lip and not saying anything further for a while. Then she set the basket aside and rose to her feet, to hug Harris. The sweat didn't bother her. He was noticeably perturbed and a hug was the best comfort she could offer. His agitation ebbed briefly as Clover embraced him, squeezing lightly, though he didn't return the gesture and she didn't appear to take offense. It wasn't for her sake that she had offered the hug. He forced a chuckle and attempted to dispel the dark cloud that seemed to hover above him with some good news for the woman.
"Looks like you don't have to call me Boss anymore. Plus, there's the severance pay."
A step back, untangling himself from Clover to fetch an envelope he had nearly forgotten about on a nearby wooden bench that lined one of the dojo's walls. When he untangled himself, she took a step back as well. At his comments she smirked, tugging at end of her pony tail over a shoulder.
"What if I like calling you Boss?" Clover responded, her grin remained teasing as her gaze followed his movements.
"Well, we both know you have a tendency of... doing what you like." A low laugh, a sign that his mood was improving as he plucked the thin envelope up and returned to Clover, extending it toward her.
"Mm." Said with agreement and a secret smile. She took the envelope from Harris, but only after he accepted the basket of muffins from her. He seemed to consider the trade a fair one as she peeked into the envelope which contained a single credit chip, unimpressive at first glance, at least until he elaborated.
"There's probably enough on there for you get your own pony. Archer, wasn't it?" A slick grin.
"... Archer, yes. Thank you." The gesture made Clover smile warmly, before it softened--tempered by the fact that she wasn't likely to go through on the purchase. What would happen to the horse if she left? Likely she could just sell it, find another owner, but doing so didn't sit well with her. With the envelope with the credit chip tucked away into her back pocket, Clover turned back to set a light kiss to Harris' cheek, her hand settled on his shoulder to balance herself.
"Don't worry about it. You earned it. Enjoy it however you like." Harris offered, fully aware of her reluctance in regard to the idea of purchasing a racehorse, something he had no plan to needle her about no matter how brilliant he thought the plan might be, since realistically he assumed all his plans were brilliant. "One thing though. As far as anyone outside this room is concerned, we sold out of our stock and opted to quit while ahead. Nobody's gonna go around announcing their complicity in arson." His instruction obviously meant to salve his bruised ego, unwilling to admit publically that the FLA radicals had, in the end, gotten the better of him. His smile for Clover was a small one, tight and without mirth.
Clover stayed close, though she took her hand away. She chewed her lower lip yet again in thought. Slowly another grin broke across her face, a light bounce in the ball of her feet. Even so she remained in place.
"What if I want to enjoy it with you?"
"I think that falls under the category of however you like, darlin'." He chuckled in reply, patting the woman on the shoulder. "Anyway, I need to hit the shower before Stick and Stefan get back."
"Need company?" A wicked grin lit Clover's features as she moved back to her shoes.
"I do. And she'll be home soon. But I appreciate the offer to stand in. I'll see you later darlin'. Pleasure doin' business with you." A wide, earnest smile bloomed then.
"See you 'round, Boss."
Clover chuckled, moving to pick up her shoes and headed for the door, giving Harris a wink before he headed up to the second floor for a long, relaxing shower in private to dwell on what he'd do now with all his free time.
((OOC Note: Adapted from live play.))