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Baron Samedi ☠ Nate Simmons ([info]baronsamedi) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-09-04 14:53:00

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Entry tags:baron samedi, ereshkigal

Meet Me At The Cross Roads
Who: Julian & Fiona
What: Job interview
Where: CASKET
When: 7 pm, sharp
Warnings: TBA

There was an ebb and a flow to every day and night at CASKET - usually the weekends were the busier times, to be expected, while nights during the week were slow. Maybe there was some faux pas about drinking on a Sunday (Julian wouldn't know, he'd never been an especially religious man), but things were running a little slower than usual. He took the time appreciatively, though, in order to get a few things in line. A shipment of vodka had come in as mineral water instead, a mistake that amazed and infuriated Julian to no end; there was no way he was the one responsible for such an error, and an hour long phone conversation to a particular someone had left him in a rare rage that had all of his employees skirting around him for a few hours. He'd gone and holed up in his office, going through paperwork again and making phone calls, only to emerge with a smile and to quickly soothe any fears.

The band onstage leapt into their own version of Rob Dougan's Born Yesterday, which turned Julian's smile sour until the beat made him tap his toes and forget about the transgression for a little while. It was one thing, one little thing and every other event, order, person, and thing inside of his club was running like clockwork. Grabbing a rum and coke from Ysolde, the current bar tender (and yes, perhaps he did tend to hire more female drink slingers, but there was a damn good reason for that) just before moving around to mingle with a few regulars and new comers that decided to patronize the club that evening. By the time seven o'clock rolled around, though, he was behind the bar himself and doing an inventory just to calm his own mind regarding any other mishaps.

He had not, however, forgotten the appointment he'd made with a certain young lady who also resided at his apartment building. First the contacts Luc was providing proved astounding, so safe to say was that he had nothing but high expectations for this next potential recruit to CASKET - Julian never wanted anything but the best for his baby, so it was with some anticipation that he awaited Fiona's arrival.



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[info]ladyofaralu
2011-09-27 03:09 am UTC (link)
Fee arched a brow, canting her head to one side. There was a grin, though - a grin with something sharp behind it. It might have been just intuition, but she got the distinct sense that this dude was cool, but not someone you wanted to cross. Which was fine, really.

Fee didn't consider herself someone people should cross either.

But it didn't bother her to share details. If it came down to it, Fee would take a bat to anyone who fucked with Karin, and those were just facts. And she didn't figure Julian would start off trying to fuck with her sister, anyway.

"Yeah, family's important," she said candidly. "My sisters, for sure."

She looked at him then,.

"So Oakland, huh? How long you been in the club business?"

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[info]baronsamedi
2011-09-28 03:54 pm UTC (link)
"Fifteen years," he replied, the number rolling off of his tongue easily.

"And that's good that family is important, good quality. I consider all of this," he spread a hand toward the bar, implying both the brick and mortar building they were in and the people who were working within, "a sort of family. Just treat the place like that and you'll do just fine."

He glanced at Ysolde, raising a hand to wave her over. As the tall redhead made her way down the bar, stopping to answer questions as was necessary of her, he turned back to Fiona.

"Well this has certainly been a pleasure, but unfortunately, somebody's gotta run this place. You two should get to know each other, and Ysolde," he glanced at the woman as she appeared, a smile flickering over her features, "will get you whatever you'd like. On the house for tonight, but after that you'll be representing the place. All right? We'll have to chat again, eventually, but it's not like we won't be seeing each other, is it?" He grinned widely, rising from his seat.

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[info]ladyofaralu
2011-09-29 05:04 pm UTC (link)
Fee nodded with a half-smile. She liked this guy. That's what she'd decided -- she liked this guy, and this place. At the end of the day, she liked the idea of working someplace where people were actually invested in where they were, instead of just using it as a stepping stone to get ahead -- which was how most of the rest of SoCal seemed to operate.

"You've got it, boss." She returned his smile. "See you around."

And with that, as Ysolde approached, Fee turned to her and said,

"Listen, you're kinda hard to read, but it's OK if you make me work my ass off to prove myself to you. For now, though, I want some fancy kind of drink with like, lychees or Tahitian mangoes or some crazy kind of infusion in it."

Then she laughed.

"Or you know, just bourbon's good, too."

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