Joaquin eyed the drink Luc handed him as he listened to the man speak, figuring it would be rude not to drink it. He took a careful sip, telling himself to take it slow or he'd be puking all over someone's Armani soon enough. Not that it had ever happened before, definitely not. (Because that time the suit had been much, much cheaper than Armani.) "I'm always open for commissions- well, if I'm working on two for you I won't be, but uh... You get what I mean." Oh Christ. You really are a little girl.
"Cities... I don't do a lot of cities. That's not to say I don't like painting them. Lots of colours in a city, y'know? It'd be nice to do something different like that." For the right price he'd probably paint nearly anything, though- he wasn't at that stage where he had a lot of room to be picky. His eyebrows jumped. The right price indeed. Five grand? He'd paint the entire room for unicorns if Luc so desired. Jesus. "That's-- that sounds, uh, really great!" He would've done it for half-- maybe not with both the paintings thrown in on top of it, but... He was just a guy whose parents still gave him rent money just to convince him to stay put. He had bills to pay, student loans. Five grand was a lot of money at the moment.
"So- what sort of dimensions are you thinking? I mean, something that large will take time- especially since I've got work to uh, work around, and uh..." He couldn't stop grinning, that excited feeling he got when things were going right. The scotch wasn't making it any easier to keep the smile off his face. Maybe this would call for a road trip- get the feeling of the cities, what sort of vibe to throw in. L.A was close, Vegas not so much. Maybe some time on the road would do him some good.