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'Cause this is just a game, it's a beautiful lie.
Who: Garrick Evans, Bartleby McGruder, and OPEN should anyone else want to stop by
Where: The Old English Armory
When: Late afternoon




It was rare to find any vampire who would willingly be up and about this time of day, when the sunshine was still bright in the sky and therefore posing a risk to any who dared step out into it. For Garrick, it was the opening day of his latest business venture, and like hell he'd be anywhere else but here. It was making his employees uneasy to have their immortal boss looking over them all day - not that they knew what he was, of course. Today he was "Mr. Evans," the geriatric patron who knew damn well what he expected from those working here today and what would happen should they disappoint him.

Carrying a cane with him helped with the image, of course. He didn't need it to walk, he just liked the effect the prop had. He wondered if the young man behind the counter thought Garrick might use it as a weapon. He could, if the need arose for it, but let's be honest. They were in a store filled with the finest antique swords and daggers money could buy. Garrick could easily be in possession of a finer, deadlier weapon - and before the mortal could so much as blink an eye.

Now Garrick was sitting in the back of his darkened office, looking over the initial reports for the day's sales. A slow start in the morning, but people were starting to trickle in now, seeing what it was all about. Soon, Garrick was sure, he'd have the business as prosperous as his others, he just needed a little time.

He sat back in his chair, fingers steepled, and looked out from his seat into the Armory, watching as a customer wandered in.