One foot in the door, one foot in your grave Who: Garrick Evans and OPEN Where: The Old English Armory When: Late afternoon
Garrick tapped his fingers against his desk idly, looking out into the Armory. Every since the demon encounters outside the business - two attacks within a few days of each other, both of which he'd fought in - his shopkeep, Gregory, had been absolutely terrified of coming back to work. Garrick might have understood, if fear was an emotion he acknowledged. However, he did not, and when Gregory tried to call out again, Garrick had simply told the boy not to bother to come back. No sense in keeping him on the payroll for a job he wasn't doing, that just wasn't good business. The vampire had been doing this for far too long to worry about what might become of Gregory, now that he was jobless and all. There was always someone else to take the boy's place, after all.
It did, however, leave Garrick alone in the store for the afternoon. The control freak in him was glad he would be able to ensure everything was handled properly, even though the businessman side knew he didn't have to be here for this. Even with the rain, business was slow. Modern humans just didn't seem to respect the value of a good blade anymore. A pity, really. Until someone came in, Garrick would stay in his office, catching up on all the minor paperwork of the day, making phone calls and sending emails - for both his legal and illegal dealings. Technology was good for at least that much.