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dangerouslips (dangerouslips) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-07-25 13:23:00

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!log, ianto jones, pamela isley

Who: Pamela Isley + Ianto Jones + OTA
When: July 25th, early afternoon
Where: New York Botanical Garden
What: Pamela takes a stroll...and a few clippings
Rating/status: Lord knows with this lady.

It had been so long since she had been here. Three weeks, almost.

The employees knew her by name. She was a regular, and thanks to her profession and rather powerful boss, her admission was always waived.

Beyond the other patrons, the gardens were simply perfect. Glass ceilings, rows of flowers that stretched out into forever, nothing but the sound of air and the very essence of life surrounding her. And healthy, too! All the plants well maintained, well loved. Pamela could feel a hum of happiness, and just the presence of so many growing things perked her spirits to their fullest. Her eyes blazed green, and even her skin seemed to shimmer with health.

If it weren't for the trail of men (three of them - a groundskeeper and two patrons) following her around, it would be an almost perfect day. Sunny, bright, with the smell of an evening rainstorm lingering in the atmosphere. She could spend weeks - hell, months - here.

And one of these days, she planned on doing just that.

So with a wink to the men and a quick left turn, Pamela ducked into an empty corner of the rose garden. If this Black Apple boutique were to be successful (and oh, would it be), she would need to start experimenting. There were only so many plants to work with at work. Covertly, she pulled a small pair of scissors from her cleavage. Grabbing the stem of a full bloomed Caninae, she went to clip.

"It'll only hurt for a second, darling. Shh," she whispered, motherly.

She stuck the clipping in her purse. One down, two dozen to go.

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iantojones
2011-07-31 11:37 pm UTC (link)

He stared at the paper, a little poleaxed, but nodded his head. There wasn't anything wrong with taking a business card, and Tony could always use something new to pull from. Ianto wasn't certain his secretaries wouldn't notice them all having roses from the same florist. Not that he was actually dating a secretary right now...

As far as Ianto knew.

"I'll be sure to give him this," Ianto said with a nod. "Nice to meet you too, Ms. Isley." She was a businesswoman, at least. If Tony met her he'd probably like her... and she was a step up from his usual. Ianto wasn't certain he'd ever settle down anyway.

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dangerouslips
2011-07-31 11:49 pm UTC (link)

And with another smile, she was gone. The flowers would lose a hint of color as she left, barely detectable by most. She hoped he would come by - in fact, she was almost positive he would - but for now she was more or less convinced that there were better ways to get to Tony Stark. She wanted to bring up the idea of a grand opening for the Black Apple - a lavish party with plenty of floral decorations and plenty of wine, plenty of phone numbers given out and promises whispered.

She smiled, fingering the rose still stuck behind her ear. For now, for today, she was worried about one singular thing, and that was perfumes for her own personal stock. The whereabouts and nasty secrets of Tony Stark and his cronies was not of any particular interest to her just now. She would bide her time.

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