Hannah Abbott (bl_hannah) wrote in bloodlines_rp, @ 2009-08-07 21:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | franklin glass (npc), hannah abbott, loc: pendragon's pub, oct 2002, type: introspection |
RP: Let's get some butts in those seats
Date & Time: 7 October 2002 | Afternoon
Post Type: RP
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): Hannah Abbott, Franklin Glass (NPC)
Location: Manager's office at Pendragon's pub
Summary: Hannah convinces Franklin to have a theme night. Light swearing involved.
"You want to do what?" he asked, pulling out a cigar from his jacket pocket. Lounging in the chair behind the desk he looked at Hannah sitting on the couch off to the left. At her request, Franklin Glass arrived at Pendragon's Pub a half hour earlier then he normally arrived to talk with his patrons. Two hours of glad handing and swapping dirty jokes with some of the regulars before heading home to the wife and kids. While he loved his family, Deena had a rule about smoking around the girls, so he had been focus to keep his cigars unlit most of the time.
Franklin eyed his general manager. "A theme night? What the bloody hell is a speakeasy?"
Smiling, Hannah nodded. At first, she thought she'd mention The Godfather, she borrowed the book from the Mirehouse Library in Whitehaven (she hadn't been there in a few years, so it took her a few hours to find the right sections) to get a better idea of what she was going for, but decided against it. Franklin was about numbers and Hannah knew this from working for him for a number of years.
"It will be good for the pub. Get some people excited to go out. With the Wireless report and what people are saying about this virus...there is some fear about going out in public," she explained.
Asking her what the damage to Pendragon's had been so far, Franklin lit up his cigar. Hannah gave shrug and told him it had been like a week in mid February, which with the expect of Valentine's Day was notoriously slow.
"In October?"
"It's a minor set back, Mr. Glass." Hannah moved to stand in front of the desk. "We just need to get people excited about coming in. We can do a whole thing of it. Bruescetta, spaghetti, lasagna, raviolis and canoli for dessert-"
"Talked to Sylvia already?"
Hannah smiled. "I might have mentioned it." Franklin grunted and then waved for her to continue. "We would just need to buy a couple extra cases of wine, which we can use after the event and dim the lights."
She could tell she hadn’t sold him yet on the idea. Letting out a sigh, Hannah launched into detail of what she wanted, first explaining that a Speakeasy was an American pub that sold alcohol illegally during Prohibition as well as the ties such establishments had with 'The Mob'.
"As owner, you would of course be The Don and everyone would have to come in and pay you a tribute." This got Hannah a reaction in sense her boss raised his eyebrow. "Sure, you had to thank the speakeasy owner if you wanted to partake in the illegal activities," she lied, thinking it was probably partially true. Continuing on with her idea, she mentioned Italian inspired food specials and discounts on martinis and wine. Hannah has even researched basic clothing options for the staff.
"And we need to advertise."
"Oh, hell no!"
"Mr. Franklin, word of mouth is great, but if we want people to remember and get excited about it, we need to give them a flyer or something."
Franklin fumed and puffed his cigar for a moment, his mind beating the idea back and forth. I've never done a theme night before. This doesn't sound too difficult, although it could be expensive and if things are like Hannah says they are, we can't afford to be extravagant...
"You could wear a fedora," Hannah mentioned quickly as she watched her boss mull the idea over in his head.
"You know how I love wearing fedoras," he said suspiciously. His general manager merely shrugged and attempted to look like she hadn’t just hoodwinked him.
"All right, fine. But you have to cut back else where in the budget if you are going be spending all my money."
Smiling triumphantly, Hannah nodded and told him, she had everything all ready figured out, even small flyers of parchments to be handed out all week. "Thank you, Mr. Glass, you’ll have a great time, I promise."
He grumbled and took one more puff from the cigar before putting out. "This whole thing blows up in my face, it's your fault."
"Yes, sir."
He gave Hannah a nod then stood and walked out of the office to go mingle with the patrons. After Franklin left the office, Hannah immediately went to work on making flies and writing up new orders for next week.