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Post by Jules on Nov 2, 2008 21:37:13 GMT -5
That made him a little uncomfortable. He didn't really want to take over, or actually work. But whatever, he'd do it and get it done with and maybe Brolly wouldn't kill him when Cherry let it slip that she hadn't exactly been faithful.
"Ya, sure, Claddagh." The design was pretty enough and he saw no reason why not if she relinquished her hopes for a neon sign. "The cook is usually in charge of the menu." He stated, "We just approve it. I'll let you interview the chef on your own, but I want to be able to approve them too. I don't want anything too shady going on around here. I want this to be an actual restaurant."
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Post by Princess Katie on Nov 2, 2008 22:18:21 GMT -5
“Shady?” Cherry echoed as solemnly as possible for a drunk girl, “I don’t know the meanin’ of the woid.” She held her hands up in a sign of surrender, “But I will keep the S an’ N as legit an’ clean as a muthafuckin’ chapel.”
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Post by Jules on Nov 2, 2008 22:24:46 GMT -5
Cal grinned at her and gave a little mock-salute. "Sounds good." He said, although he already has his suspicions. Not that he wanted to keep it so air-tight there wasn't room to wriggle around a little, but he'd rather it was a respectable joint where people called ahead if they wanted a table and didn't worry about wearing bullet proof vests.
"Now why don't you take a look at the jewellery? If any of its the wrong kind, I can exchange it."
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Post by Princess Katie on Nov 3, 2008 0:20:52 GMT -5
Oh! She had forgotten all about the bag of costly jewelry. The bag was brimming with little blue velvet boxes, and Cherry’s heart raced just looking at it. That much jewelry, all in one place, all with her name on it made her kind of emotional. It was just the feminine way. Maybe her breakfast of hard liquor helped a bit, too.
She opened each box, one by one, examining all the pieces, trying some on, and simply stroking some. “Ohh, Calcifer,” Cherry cooed, reaching across the table to touch Cal’s hand. “Everything is beautiful. Ya did not have ta do this, but I am so appreciative that ya did.”
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Post by Jules on Nov 3, 2008 0:25:54 GMT -5
Cal grinned, but moved his hand. They would not be going down that path again if he could help it (he hadn't been able to last time). "I'm glad you like it." He said earnestly. He really did enjoy the expression of happiness dominant on her features. She'd been mopey far too long.
"If anything doesn't fit, or is the wrong style, just say so, although for the most part I asked for the smallest size available. Now come on, we have an appointment to keep. We have to buy plates, glasses and see about tables and chairs as well."
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Post by Princess Katie on Nov 3, 2008 1:35:24 GMT -5
“We do?” Cherry murmured, sliding out of the barstool and adjusting her crumpled skirts. “You don’t kid around, do ya? Ya says yer takin me out ta dinner, and it’s the fuckin’ Merlin. Ya says yer gonna buy me the Hairy Winstons, and ya do. Ya says yer gonna invest in the S an’ N, and the very next day we have an appointment ta pick out freakin’ flatware. Yer a wonder, kid.”
She checked her reflection in the murky mirror hanging on the wall next to the coat rack with a frown. “Christ, I look rough. Why didn’t you tell me?”
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Post by Jules on Nov 3, 2008 1:38:05 GMT -5
"I like keeping my word." He replied stiffly. He didn't want her getting any ideas. Not that he'd mind if he could trust her tongue a little more. "I thought you might've realized getting hammered this early doesn't usually leave one looking like a daisy." He came around to the front and held open the door for her, touching her chin with his fist playfully.
"But don't worry, you pull of looking tanked well."
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Post by Princess Katie on Nov 4, 2008 0:19:48 GMT -5
Cherry smiled at him through the mirror as she ran the broad side of her pinky along her lower lashline in an attempt to fix her less-than-neatl eyeliner. She had been at her hammered-est when she was getting ready this morning. “I hope so. Inebriation is kind of my natural state. If I found out I did not look completely adorable after a bottle of scotch, I may give up drinking. Really. We takin’ ya car? Ya don’t want me to drive. But ya can drive the Ford if you wanna.”
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Post by Jules on Nov 4, 2008 0:58:58 GMT -5
Eugh. He hated the Model T. It was so old and dated and eugh. Not something he'd trade in his car for in a million years. Cal shook his head, "My car." And led them both outside.
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The place he pulled up too was called Warshaw's and it was big and the only warehouse of it's kind around. That was the problem with Chimera, with a relatively small population there was often a lack of selection when it came to consumerism. They'd simply have to be creative in their choices so they didn't end up looking like scores of other restaurants around.
Trying to be smooth, as he came around and opened the door for Cherry, he asked, "So when does Brolly get out, anyways?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Nov 4, 2008 1:31:54 GMT -5
Now that she had some caffeine and nicotine in her, and that bag o’ jewelry and the distraction of business-talk and was no longer wallowing in self-pity, Cherry was feeling a little more clear-headed. She took Cal’s hand to step out of the car.
Cherry opened her mouth to respond, but froze, her little red-black lips falling open in shock. “I…can’t even remembah anymoah… It's been so fuckin long...”
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Post by Jules on Nov 5, 2008 0:03:48 GMT -5
Cal took his hand away as soon as was polite, as if afraid any kind of skin on skin contact would mislead her. "Really? What did he even get caught for that he's been in so long?" She'd yelled something about Brolly's charges that night, but to be honest, he'd kind of tuned out the content of the screaming for the most part.
"And uhhh, have you been to visit him recently?"
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Post by Princess Katie on Nov 5, 2008 1:47:57 GMT -5
“Several homicides. Embezzling. Larceny. Money Laundering. A couple counts of Assault and Battery, and two counts of kidnapping,” Cherry rattled off, counting off the offenses on her fingers, rather casually. “Nothin that half of fuckin’ Chimera has not done, and for whatever reason, they put my baby away. It ain’t fair, I tells ya.”
She noticed Cal’s hasty retraction of his hand. Before last night, they touched a lot; hardly-flirtatious arm-linking and the like. Even as she ever-so-slowly made her way back to sobriety, Cherry was a pretty observant little thing. She shoved her hands deep in the pockets of her long, champagne-colored sweater. “Yeah, I went to the Rissa four days ago. I try to visit twice a week. The kid who runs the joint always tries to give me the runnaround. Does not want me there, I guess. Cannot imagine why, can ya?”
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Post by Jules on Nov 5, 2008 2:01:16 GMT -5
Cal let out a low, impressed whistle. He hadn't thought it was quite that much. He was surprised the man was even getting out at all. But he wouldn't tell Cherry that. She seemed to think it was perfectly normal to do all those things because one was a Nightmare. Well okay, some of that stuff, but still. The point was to not get caught.
"On the contrary, I can imagine several reasons why." He replied, cryptically and led her into the store. At this point, he would help that kid anyway he could. "You can pick out the plates." He said as they headed towards the dishware. If they were hideous he'd just change the order and say there must've been a mix up when they arrived.
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Post by Princess Katie on Nov 5, 2008 2:38:28 GMT -5
“Whaddaya mean by that? I think I am very charmin’. And I was real nice ta him ta begin with, but when he started ta give me a hard time, yah I started ta cop an attitude,” She looked carefully at the different plates, holding different combinations up to each other. “I read about this in McClure’s once,” she muttered as she held up a large white plate with a smaller, eggplant-colored one. “Looks classy, huh?”
Cherry was trying to visualize the new restaurant in her mind. Rich green walls, mahogany floors, brass accenting. Purple plates and terra-cotta saucers? The headache creeping into her temples was not helping any. “But whaddaya mean, ya can imagine ‘several reasons’?”
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Post by Jules on Nov 6, 2008 19:44:29 GMT -5
Purple? Cal wasn't so found of purple. But he just nodded, whatever, he'd switch it afterwards. "Right, classy." He wasn't entirely sure Cherry knew the meaning of the word.
"I just mean you can be kind of.....blunt." He said, pretty diplomatically he thought when what he'd wanted to say was 'unbelievably coarse'. "And that....indimadates people." Which was a euphemism for 'offends their every sense.
Why no, Cal wasn't feeling to warmly towards Cherry at the moment. Why do you ask?
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