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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 1, 2012 22:58:47 GMT -5
Bearon hummed softy to himself as he carefully clipped and pruned flowers. Arranging a soft colored vase of white roses and orchids, he smiled.
"Welcome to Sincerely Yours," he called out as he heard the door ding, tying a ribbon on the blown glass vase.
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Post by ode on Feb 1, 2012 23:02:15 GMT -5
Race laughed as one of his groupies stumbled through the door, still drunk as hell from the night before and without sleep just as the rest of them. Stepping over the man, he ordered the others to take the man to the car while he handles his business. Taping the bell on the counter enough times to be obnoxious, he called out, "Lets get a move on! I've got a business to run!"
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 1, 2012 23:04:33 GMT -5
Bearon frowned a little before heading from the greenhouse and to the counter. "How may I help you?" He asked, taking the bell off the counter.
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Post by ode on Feb 1, 2012 23:06:49 GMT -5
"Yeah, you can help me... by... Damn," Race said, taking his sunglasses off to show blood shot eyes as he stared at the man before him. "This is a florist shop, right? Did Benny expand his stable? You're not a... No, I'm not that lucky." He licked his lips. "I'm Race."
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 1, 2012 23:10:08 GMT -5
Bearon rose a brow. "Yes, this is a florist shop. My name is Bearon, how may I help you?" he asked with a smile.
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Post by ode on Feb 1, 2012 23:11:09 GMT -5
"I don'tknow, are you asking personally or professionally," he asked, eyes roaming over Bearon. "Because I have several personal orders you can definitely fill."
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 1, 2012 23:13:34 GMT -5
Bearon let out a small sigh. "What flowers would you like, sir? Is there an occassion I can help you with?"
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Post by ode on Feb 1, 2012 23:15:30 GMT -5
Race was momentarily taken aback and immediately slipped on his sunglasses to hide that fact. He hadn't been refused since.. well, never. "Yeah, I own the Canal Casino on Canal street. I need a new florist to cater the hotel part and lobbies. I've heard good things about this place and you have an excellent greenhouse. What do you say?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 1, 2012 23:19:43 GMT -5
Bearon blinked. "It sounds agreeable. I will have my lawyers draw up a contract and when would you like me to view your property?" he asked.
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Post by ode on Feb 2, 2012 5:51:53 GMT -5
Race saw his opportunity. "Tonight. Seven. You'll have dinner with me so we can discuss what is needed and then I'll show you around."
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 2, 2012 15:53:51 GMT -5
Bearon blinked. "Alright, Mr. Race, I have no problem with that. May I have your AI information?" he asked.
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Post by ode on Feb 2, 2012 16:52:31 GMT -5
Race moved his wrist to connect his AI to Bearon's to transfer the proper information. Pulling his hand away, he couldn't help the way his eyes ran over the man. Stars above, he didn't think he'd ever seen something so beautiful. Keeping himself in check - and from drooling on the counter - he cleared his throat and spoke, "See you tonight," before turning and leaving.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 2, 2012 17:23:46 GMT -5
"Have a nice day," Bearon said politely, before running a hand through his long hair and smiling at an elderly couple that entered.
At seven o'clock that night, Bearon was standing in the lobby of the Canal Casino in a pair of dark jeans and a blazer with his long hair fanning out about his shoulders. He figured since this wasn't a formal business meeting he wouldn't have to completely dress up.
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Post by ode on Feb 2, 2012 17:42:26 GMT -5
Race immediately rose from his desk when he was informed of the florists arrival and headed out front. He'd been asked by several of hismore personal employees why he was meeting with the florist, of all people, but had promptly told them it was none of his fucking business. Besides, all they had to do was look at the guy to know why.
Entering the lobby, he adjusted his eye glasses on his nose and smiled at the man. "Glad you could make it, follow me to my private table," he told the man, his private table being in a private room overlooking the restaurant.
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Post by praiseofblood on Feb 2, 2012 17:44:41 GMT -5
Bearon nodded as the man came out and sighed, following him to this room.
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