souviensmoi (souviensmoi) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-03-16 18:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | d'arthur westinghouse, j-s benoit |
D'Arthur Westinghouse and J-S Benoit
D'Arthur's home
June 1, Late Evening
Discussing Business
J-S could hear his parrot singing on the other side of the room, a French punk song he'd been listening to the day before. Sitting on the couch, he had wanted to make a phone call before Pablo started up, but there wasn't much point trying unless he wanted to give D'Arthur a really annoying concert while they tried to speak business. Seeing as there was no way to make Pablo stop, it was going to have to be J-S who relocated, straight to the quietest room in the apartment, his bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he pushed a rolled up towel underneath the base lest Pablo decide to fly over and investigate who J-S was talking to.
Sitting down on the edge of the tub, J-S looked at the business card in his hands, turning it over in his hands. He'd made the decision the night he met the man that he wanted to go in business with him. He wasn't made for theme nights and costumes, he liked pouring drinks but that was about it. He hated lying, he hated flirting with women for tips, but he did it because he needed the money. He assumed this would pay better, though that was something he had to discuss with D'Art. And this provided food, a source of good, easier food he could have a real bellyful of. Or he hoped anyway. Another point to discuss.
Turning the business card over, he began to dial on his phone, tongue peeking out a bit between his lips as he carefully made sure he was dialling correctly. When he heard the call connect and the phone began to ring, he brought it to his ear. Leaning forward, he took a deep breath, hoping he was going to sound cal, collected, and English speaking, and that the parrot couldn't be heard swearing copiously in French.