miami_vice (miami_vice) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2008-02-27 20:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | david wood, dionysus, euterpe, piper edeson |
Who: Piper and D
What: Negotiations
Where: Over the phone
When: Backdated to this past weekend
Warnings: None.
Getting a hold of Piper at first try was no small feat, and it was for this reason that she normally had to go through endless amounts of voicemail on a daily basis.
Later than she would have liked, Piper flipped through the long 'Recieved Calls' list to find D's number, and called it after ploppin herself on the edge of the bed at her temporary home.
D rolled over on his couch, reaching out for his ringing cellphone. He didn't immediately recognize the number, but that didn't mean he wouldn't answer it. "Yello?"
"This is Piper Edeson, returning a call of D's." The Muse replied smoothly, expecting the male on the other end to either be D, or to go get who she wanted to talk to.
Ah. That made sense. "Yo Piper. It's D." He stretched out, getting comfortable for a nice session of playing hardball.
Good. That meant she didn't have to send anyone on a go-fetch mission. "Hello, D," she greeted nicely, "Sounds like you're having a moment away from the club."
"Quiet night at home," he shrugged. "You?"
"Sort of quiet night here." Home? Sister as Evie was, she couldn't really call this home. "Other than going through voicemails, that is."
"Oh. You got mine then?" D smirked, rolling over onto his stomach. "Well?"
"Well, I'm sure we can work something out. How did performance go?" Piper was, of course, interested in more than the simple 'good' she recieved earlier.
"He's interesting," D replied, not giving up too much and not sounding overly enthused. "I like supporting local performers. I don't see why I couldn't work him into my schedule."
Piper frowned into the phone, though the pleasant tone didn't change. "What times would you be offering?" She asked, leaning over enough to grab a scrap of paper and a pencil from her sidetable.
"Thursdays," D replied, tapping the side of his couch with his foot. "And the last Friday of every month. And the opening slots for any Saturday night events that require an opening act."
Better than nothing. It wasn't like she was getting commission from this or anything. "I don't think that will be a problem."
"Great, and he won't be playing other clubs on Saturdays right? I need him to be very accessible then. You don't know how many times I've had to scramble for talent...it's...annoying," D said, smirking against the phone.
There was an audible snort on her end. "Oh, I know that feeling. But no, he won't be playing other clubs on Saturdays - no worries there. He has a cell phone, I'll make sure he needs to know to keep available."
"And what was he looking for as far as compensation?" D asked, raising an eyebrow. Let's just see what she had to say to that.
There was a brief silence, obviously giving away the fact she was thinking about it. "Thinkin' about $70 and hour for starters," Of course, if he started bring in more patrons - Piper and D would be having this conversation again later.
At least she hadn't brought up head count. "Sounds fair. We have a deal."
Head count? She wasn't making much off of this deal other than sheer fulfillment if purpose, so why bother with all those numbers... "Wonderful. When did you want him to start?"
"Thursday." Duh. D fisted the air triumphantly.
And she would have laughed, if she saw it. "I'll let the kid know," nevermind both men looked older than she did, "and he'll be there. I ought to pop down there soon as well."
"Please do." She was cute, afterall.
"Sure thing," Piper almost purred in reply as she let herself lay back on the bed. Ah, sweet mattress. "I'll see you then, D~"
Summary: Piper negotiates her client's booking and wages with the owner of Vice.