"Well ... but ... no, but ..." Colby sighed, rolling her eyes as she listened to her boss jabber on and on about some bigwig he wanted to have a look around the construction site that was the club. Well, not so much a construction site now, but close enough. She leaned against the bar and sighed quietly, nodding as the owner of The LimeLight drew to a close. "Yes, I got it. Thanks. Bye." She hung up and sighed again, turned, and started banging her forehead on the wall, groaning loudly.
"Excuse me?" No response. The hammering and other noises that were echoing through the not so ready night club were drowning out his voice. "Excuse me!" He raised his voice and the hammering came to a stop. The construction worker looked to the man in the oversized black and white pinstriped suit. "Thank you. Where might I find Miss Summers?" The black fedora with the white band was worn low over the man's eyes. Those green blue eyes flicked around the place then back to the construction worker. Hammer was pointed in the general direction of the dancefloor before it was used to resume the annoying banging. With a brief nod, wing tipped shoes seemed to glide as he made his way over towards the woman.
Colby was still busy berating herself with the wall when the man approached, just about reining in another groan as she turned to look him over. "And what are you supposed to be, the accountant?" she asked with a snort of laughter, pocketing her cell phone and gathering up her clipboard and notes. She turned away, heading into the back rooms, which thankfully had already been completed.
The hat accentuated and punctuated every movement of the man's head. It was cocked to the side in curiosity. He wondered why she was banging her head against the wall. He was wondering what that small box was that was put into her pocket. But most of all, he was wondering why she was dressed so oddly. But still, he didn't say much of anything at all. "No, but, ah, Clyde sent me. Said that he wants his investors and partners to be in the know." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver dollar. He flicked it into the air and caught it, then flicked it again.
She paused, turning back to look him over again. As strange as he found her, she found him just as unusual. The suit wasn't something she'd seen before, certainly, nor was the silver coin he was flipping. "And you would be, what ... partner, investor? Man here to really irritate me on a busy day?" she asked, not exactly unfriendly but hardly welcoming. She turned again, gesturing for him to follow her as she mounted the steps to the offices. The mercifully quiet, empty offices.
Nabbing the coin, mid-air, he pocketed it again. "Little lady, you've got quite the mouth on you, don't you?" He followed along, not answering her question, deliberately. He kept his business to himself. As she mounted the steps, he remained several behind her. His eyes narrowed as he climbed the stairs.
Well, he had quite the view, after all. Colby was justifiably proud of her figure, and despite the conditions of her workplace at the moment, took pains to show it off to best effect. Today had resulted in a flippy skirt that barely covered her backside, and a close-fitting shirt with a few strategically undone buttons at her neck. "One, I'm not here to be nice to you, I'm here to run a business," she pointed out over her shoulder. "And two, call me little lady again, and I'll have you removed."
He gazed up at her rounded backside and a crooked smirk appeared just below the brim of his fedora. Oh he knew this type, very well. "And business looks like it's been good to you." Once to the top of the stairs, he removed the fedora and held it in one hand by the creases that ran along the top. "And I don't think you'll have a paying customer escorted out. Not one of my caliber."
She stopped abruptly at the top of the stairs, turning to glare at him down the narrow stairwell. "I beg your pardon?" Spoken in a deathly hush, Colby had a pretty good idea what he was referring to, and she didn't like it. "Let me make something quite clear, mister. I am the manager of this nightclub, and if you don't have a damn good reason for bothering me, I will take great pleasure in watching security throw you out on your arse, you got me?"
He shrugged and pulled the coin from his pocket. He watched idly as he rolled it along the tops of his fingers. "Is that what they call it now?" With a flick of his wrist, the coin went into the air and he caught it. Putting it back into his pocket he simply grinned. "Didn't Clyde tell you why I'm here, Miss Manager?"
"Mr Clyde didn't say anything about an arrogant, bad mannered jerk with delusions of grandeur, no," she informed him, turning on her heel and walking into the nearest office. She closed the door behind her, too.
"Oh ho!" he laughed at her assessment of his demeanor and personality. And when that door was slammed he leaned back against the wall. The coin came out and he flipped it, over and over. Each time catching it mid-fall. The fedora was placed back on his head. He could wait. Patience, it's what made him.
In her office, Colby laid her notes on the desk and sighed, muttering to herself about idiots and security and getting better bouncers for when they actually opened. Eventually, however, she couldn't put it off any longer, marching to the door. One deep breath before laying her hand on the knob - arrogant or not, he was handsome enough to distract - and she yanked the door open to glare at him once again. "Who are you, then?"
He had just caught the coin when the door flew back open. "You can call me DS." He placed the coin back into his pocket. He was the picture of relaxed arrogance with that half smile on his face. "And if you're nice, I just may tell you my real name, doll."
One hand on the door, the other on her hip, Colby did not look impressed with that relaxed arrogance. "DS, huh? Well, I'm sorry, you're not on my list. Goodbye." And she made to close the door again, reaching for her phone to call for security.
Pushing off of the wall, he shrugged and moved for the stairs. "Lot of other clubs that'll sell the DS label wines." He didn't even hesitate, flipping that coin as he slowly, and with more grace than a man should truly have, made his way down the stairs.
DS label ... "Hell." Colby spun around, exiting the office at high speed and running down the stairs behind him. "Mr Shriver! Wait!"
He continued down the stairs, as if he hadn't heard a word she said. Coin was pocketed when he got to the main floor. A polite nod here and there to the workers as he made his way to the door. The girl would learn manners, and her place.
"Excuse me?" No response. The hammering and other noises that were echoing through the not so ready night club were drowning out his voice. "Excuse me!" He raised his voice and the hammering came to a stop. The construction worker looked to the man in the oversized black and white pinstriped suit. "Thank you. Where might I find Miss Summers?" The black fedora with the white band was worn low over the man's eyes. Those green blue eyes flicked around the place then back to the construction worker. Hammer was pointed in the general direction of the dancefloor before it was used to resume the annoying banging. With a brief nod, wing tipped shoes seemed to glide as he made his way over towards the woman.
Colby was still busy berating herself with the wall when the man approached, just about reining in another groan as she turned to look him over. "And what are you supposed to be, the accountant?" she asked with a snort of laughter, pocketing her cell phone and gathering up her clipboard and notes. She turned away, heading into the back rooms, which thankfully had already been completed.
The hat accentuated and punctuated every movement of the man's head. It was cocked to the side in curiosity. He wondered why she was banging her head against the wall. He was wondering what that small box was that was put into her pocket. But most of all, he was wondering why she was dressed so oddly. But still, he didn't say much of anything at all. "No, but, ah, Clyde sent me. Said that he wants his investors and partners to be in the know." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver dollar. He flicked it into the air and caught it, then flicked it again.
She paused, turning back to look him over again. As strange as he found her, she found him just as unusual. The suit wasn't something she'd seen before, certainly, nor was the silver coin he was flipping. "And you would be, what ... partner, investor? Man here to really irritate me on a busy day?" she asked, not exactly unfriendly but hardly welcoming. She turned again, gesturing for him to follow her as she mounted the steps to the offices. The mercifully quiet, empty offices.
Nabbing the coin, mid-air, he pocketed it again. "Little lady, you've got quite the mouth on you, don't you?" He followed along, not answering her question, deliberately. He kept his business to himself. As she mounted the steps, he remained several behind her. His eyes narrowed as he climbed the stairs.
Well, he had quite the view, after all. Colby was justifiably proud of her figure, and despite the conditions of her workplace at the moment, took pains to show it off to best effect. Today had resulted in a flippy skirt that barely covered her backside, and a close-fitting shirt with a few strategically undone buttons at her neck. "One, I'm not here to be nice to you, I'm here to run a business," she pointed out over her shoulder. "And two, call me little lady again, and I'll have you removed."
He gazed up at her rounded backside and a crooked smirk appeared just below the brim of his fedora. Oh he knew this type, very well. "And business looks like it's been good to you." Once to the top of the stairs, he removed the fedora and held it in one hand by the creases that ran along the top. "And I don't think you'll have a paying customer escorted out. Not one of my caliber."
She stopped abruptly at the top of the stairs, turning to glare at him down the narrow stairwell. "I beg your pardon?" Spoken in a deathly hush, Colby had a pretty good idea what he was referring to, and she didn't like it. "Let me make something quite clear, mister. I am the manager of this nightclub, and if you don't have a damn good reason for bothering me, I will take great pleasure in watching security throw you out on your arse, you got me?"
He shrugged and pulled the coin from his pocket. He watched idly as he rolled it along the tops of his fingers. "Is that what they call it now?" With a flick of his wrist, the coin went into the air and he caught it. Putting it back into his pocket he simply grinned. "Didn't Clyde tell you why I'm here, Miss Manager?"
"Mr Clyde didn't say anything about an arrogant, bad mannered jerk with delusions of grandeur, no," she informed him, turning on her heel and walking into the nearest office. She closed the door behind her, too.
"Oh ho!" he laughed at her assessment of his demeanor and personality. And when that door was slammed he leaned back against the wall. The coin came out and he flipped it, over and over. Each time catching it mid-fall. The fedora was placed back on his head. He could wait. Patience, it's what made him.
In her office, Colby laid her notes on the desk and sighed, muttering to herself about idiots and security and getting better bouncers for when they actually opened. Eventually, however, she couldn't put it off any longer, marching to the door. One deep breath before laying her hand on the knob - arrogant or not, he was handsome enough to distract - and she yanked the door open to glare at him once again. "Who are you, then?"
He had just caught the coin when the door flew back open. "You can call me DS." He placed the coin back into his pocket. He was the picture of relaxed arrogance with that half smile on his face. "And if you're nice, I just may tell you my real name, doll."
One hand on the door, the other on her hip, Colby did not look impressed with that relaxed arrogance. "DS, huh? Well, I'm sorry, you're not on my list. Goodbye." And she made to close the door again, reaching for her phone to call for security.
Pushing off of the wall, he shrugged and moved for the stairs. "Lot of other clubs that'll sell the DS label wines." He didn't even hesitate, flipping that coin as he slowly, and with more grace than a man should truly have, made his way down the stairs.
DS label ... "Hell." Colby spun around, exiting the office at high speed and running down the stairs behind him. "Mr Shriver! Wait!"
He continued down the stairs, as if he hadn't heard a word she said. Coin was pocketed when he got to the main floor. A polite nod here and there to the workers as he made his way to the door. The girl would learn manners, and her place.