Success. And Luc was quite pleased with just how Joaquin had tripped over the price a little - as was completely the intended effect. Moments like this were priceless. Luc loved shit like this - and this was one of the few moments where Luc was actually glad to have money to throw around. Add a good buzz on top of it, and Luc was feeling pretty damn good about.. well, everything. So good that he finally let that grin consume his features again, and he had to clink his glass with Joaquin's - sealing the deal with that semi-toast.
"We can work out the details sometime.. well, soon. Whenever you're ready to come pick up your check for the down payment, I suppose," he said with a slight chuckle. "We can do it over lunch or something? Or, I guess if you wanted to bring the other two paintings by for me.. here - " He dug one of his business cards out from his wallet that he'd tucked in his jacket pocket, offering it to the other man. "My cell number's on there - and that's the address for my recording studio, but don't even pay attention to that." There was no job title listed, just 'Z. Luc Haust', his phone number, and e-mail; the street address and zip code of the studio in the bottom right corner of the back - no name, city, or state. Luc was strange like that. Plus, he liked to keep people guessing as much as possible.
The more he thought about it, the more he was considering putting the two paintings he'd just acquired in the deal up in the studio - the place could use some fresh decor. Or any decor, really. Besides, if these paintings turned out as good as he'd hoped they would, there may be more commissions for Joaquin in the future - and not just for Luc, but for everyone Luc knew.
"Just give me a call and we can set something up - as for dimensions, I'm not entirely sure what they are. Aside from big," he laughed and gave a helpless shrug. "Not gonna lie, this idea of hiring you for this was kind of an impulsive decision on my part." He winked and flashed a grin. "Don't make me regret it now." Though he knew that was probably going to be impossible.
Glancing at his watch, Luc was suprised how much time had gotten away from him. He took a quick gulp from his scotch - wincing a little when he took a second gulp, killing it off. Ugh, but he hated drinking so quickly. Except it would have been alcohol abuse to have left without finishing it.
"Well, Mr. Barton, as much as I would love to stay and continue this conversation, I'm afraid I have a few other appearances to make tonight," he said cordially, setting his empty glass on the bar for someone to take away. It wasn't an entirely true statement, more just that he didn't need to get fucked up at the gallery - and it was heading well towards that way. He wasn't drunk.. yet. And his only other obligation (in the sense that it wasn't an 'obligation' in the slightest) was to go out somewhere else.. and really drink. He'd be making appearances all right..
He was half tempted to confess that he just wanted to get out of there and invite Joaquin to tag along for the fuck of it - but the guy couldn't leave his own party, and they had only just met.. there would always be other times. Since they'd be seeing more of each other and all. On top of it, Luc was definitely not drunk enough to take that kind of stab in the dark. Not tonight, at least. "It was a pleasure meeting you. I'll be looking forward to hearing from you," he added, offering another smile and a handshake for good measure. This had gone better than expected. Well, Luc thought it did, at least.