Pamela Swynford de Beaufort (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _lazybutloyal) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog,@ 2013-07-20 17:05:00 |
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What: Pam is procuring a location for the new business, Michonne is an unwitting witness.
When: Saturday night.
Where: Downtown, the nightlife district
Rating/Warnings: Medium/Low - Pam's influencing an NPC for business purposes and the occasional language.
Status: Incomplete/Closed
"And you're jus'super excited about it."
"Yeah... yeah, I really am."
The well-dressed, but unattractively balding man was now also wearing a bright, whole-hearted grin, staring into the fixed attention of a pair of sharp blue eyes. Pam was smiling also, but her expression was much more subtle. Also, a little snake-like. She'd been scouting locations and customer trends in this area for about two weeks straight, and this place held the most potential. The only hang-up was the fact that it was already owned. Needed a good amount of redecorating, too, but they'd deal with that later. For now, she was wrapping up another business meeting that had gone exceedingly well. They always did when she had that nifty trick of her kind's evolution.
"Good," she drolled, shifting weight from one perfect Jimmy Choo pump to the other. "Get the paperwork ready for signing on Monday."
The pub's owner nodded, turning to comply without further question and leaving the blond vampire to lean casually against the bar. The night was still young, and the more lively crowd hadn't made their way out quite yet; it left the place comfortably spacious for a short while.
"Can I get you something to drink, ma'am?" A skinny bartender with barely enough tits to be worth the look asked her. Pam smiled at her the same way she had the owner. May as well. She was feeling a little peckish, since discovering one in every ten or so bars here actually had True Blood - though no one seemed to have any idea how it got there. She pointed a manicured finger at the brown bottle with thick red substance inside the cooler.
"Make sure you heat it up, Princess," Pam added, smoothing back her hair as she got comfortable.