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Harry Fisher (social_climber) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-04-27 17:31:00

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A Visit To A Client
Subject: A Visit To A Client
Where: The London Streets and Lord Mountford-Miles' city residence
Who: Harry Fisher
Open to: Lord Eward, whoever else Harry might meet and converse with on the way

Harry enjoyed mornings. True, he had been delayed at Marguerite York's home for several hours and had missed the early morning rush of tradesmen, market-stall owners, cart-drivers, pickpockets and burglars heading home, but the streets were still busy enough. One or two even gave him a nod as he walked past, and he returned it, placing each of those who greeted him in the social map in his head. Fred Jenkins, gambler; Robert Ewing, debtor; Sarah Bristol, two-penny girl...
And then he filed it all away and walked on, hands in his pockets, enjoying this walk through the cobbled and dirt-track streets.It wasn't more than twenty minutes walk, once he'd crossed one of the Ramsgate Bridge, and with his thoughts on the prospects of another job, and the pretty young widow he had danced with the night before. Lyttelton, that was her name. Pretty thing. He'd have to arrange to bump into her again at some point. And there he was, at the door of Eward's house. He lifted his hand to knock, and then had second thoughts. Why bother the staff from tending their master's delicate head? He could let himself in. And he did, moving through the garden of the house, finding himself an open window that led into the scullery, climbing through, and then calmly walking through the kitchens and servant's quarters tell he found himself in a rich, over-decorated hallway.

"Eward!" He called, "You drunk, where are you?"

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social_climber
2008-04-28 06:44 pm UTC (link)

"As holy as most of them around here, Eward." Harry said with a smirk, taking another swallow. "But I'm sure I can absolve you somehow." He grinned, dipping a finger in his wine and flicking it at Eward. "In the name of the son, father, and a fairly decent vintage."

"I don't suppose you've brought that dagger to show me, Eward?" Harry asked, still looking down at his glass, not showing his interest. "And arrest warrants? No doubt there are several hundred of those things in that building. I wonder what names have been added to it since last I saw them." He paused, glancing up, clearly hoping Eward would elaborate.

"Is it his own money, do you think? Or his country's?" He asks, swirling his glass before taking another mouthful, "Now now, Eward. You shouldn't do thinks like that." He chastised mildly. "Are you going to admit it? Or only after he has been guillotined?"

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lord_eward
2008-04-28 07:15 pm UTC (link)

With a snigger Eward nodded as if he were basking in the glory of the holy divinity. "Ah, Vintage - please forgive me for I have sinned!" he chuckled, before taking another gulp of the fine wine. He licked his lips as if he was trying to think of either witty things to retort or lies which he could cover up.

"No - why would I bring a dagger home? The only sword I need is covered up at the moment by my bed covers, and you be glad of it! As for the list, there may have been... a few additions, yes..." he said with a guilty look in his eye. "A few messages here and there. He is probably too dense to realise..."

With a rather cheeky snigger Eward hid his childish grin behind his glass. "Why on earth should I admit that I altered the Ambassador's accounts? I would be sentenced long before him! Slimy little rat. It is jealousy, and not his country's honour, that he is going after the rich. Greed, desire and selfish want... actually I'm beginning to understand him..."

In his youth Eward had known greed. He had also known jealousy, so much so that people had believed him to try and kill his brothers. It was never proved and the said people had promptly been disposed of. "Still doesn't mean he's not a pompous bastard that I cannot stand."

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social_climber
2008-04-28 09:38 pm UTC (link)

"Vintage will probably forgive you, goodness knows you drink enough of it." Harry countered, topping up the man's glass again. "You'll be pickled by the time you're thirty."

"I thought you might want it, as the only sword you have is blunt and bent." Harry countered quickly, eyes darting to the bedsheets and then back to Eward's smirking face. "Or so I'm told." He adds, somewhat knowingly, taking a smug sip from his wine glass.

"As an English man? And English lord, more importantly? They couldn't charge you." Harry says, waving the notion away. "But tell me what you wrote, Eward. I'm intrigued as to what your devious little mind came up with."

Harry raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "Just the same as any other politician then?" He asked innocently, "Although I'd hardly call the man pompous."

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lord_eward
2008-04-28 10:09 pm UTC (link)

Eward shot the dirtiest, angriest look he could muster towards Harry. "It is not bent! And it is certainly not blunt," he said, sounding rather hurt. It was probably the only way anyone could truly hurt him, accusing his manhood of being anything but perfect.

"They bloody well could. Or give me a sentence, at least. Anyway, you will have to find out what I wrote in your own time. But I will say if anyone asks for a 'Mister R. Sole' you will know precisely who scribbled that name on his list." He giggled and took another sip, just as the maid brought in some food for him to soak up the drink from the previous night. She was one of his favourites, and considering he usually hated servants that was a compliment. His attention was immediately caught and his grin spread wider as she placed the tray on the side.

"Thank you, Kitty, you are kind... Is that a new blouse? It's nice - I can see your breasts better in that."

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social_climber
2008-04-28 10:18 pm UTC (link)

Harry laughed, having to set his glass down to avoid spilling any more of it then he did at his friend's initial comment. He wiped tears from his eyes, reaching over and patting Eward on his bare shoulder, noting the heat in the other's skin. "I hear Doctors can set them with splints, like broken bones. You should try it, although you might need a night off. I know stud racers who get more sleep than you."

"Maybe a slap on the wrist, but it isn't anything you wouldn't enjoy. In all serious, Eward, what figures did you change? To what?" He asks, getting up to prise the other's glass from his fingers as the young girl came in. And then he sat down, sighing loudly at the exchange, and at the girl's blush asked, "Don't you have a daughter about her age, Eward?"

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lord_eward
2008-04-28 10:46 pm UTC (link)

Resenting and enjoying the fact he had made his friend laugh so much, Eward was caught between a smile and a scowl. Harry's hand was cold but he didn't move much as he patted his shoulder. It was quite refreshing and made him want a cool bath to freshen up.

"I do not need a splint. It shall be the Ambassador who needs one of those if the ball-breakers get a hold of him. I simply notched up a few zero's to ones, occasionally I added a two... it is no big matter!" His gaze moved to the maid then back at Harry. "If I did have a daughter I wouldn't look at her tits, now, would I? Kitty, ignore this man. He is ugly and of no use to you."

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social_climber
2008-04-28 11:05 pm UTC (link)

Harry raises an eyebrow, "Are you sure? Are you really sure?" He teases, smirking. "Very well, if you're sure. I'm sure if you're worried once I'm gone Miss.... Kitty?" He asked, unsure of the maid's name, "can have a look, I'm sure."

"Not if you didn't know." He says, shrugging. "I knew a girl like that. Had a son that was her brother, poor thing. Threw herself off a bridge, in the end." He said, glancing up. "Send her off, Eward. I'm sure she has things to do."

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lord_eward
2008-04-28 11:20 pm UTC (link)

"If you're sure," Eward scoffed. "Go on, Kitty, back to work - but keep that blouse!" As the woman scuttled out of the room Eward turned his attention back to his friend. "She had a son that was her brother? What on earth are you on about? How is that relevant to me?"

He picked at the food on the plate opting for some mystery pastry. "If you want proof you can look at it now, with your own eyes."

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social_climber
2008-04-30 04:46 pm UTC (link)

Harry sighed and shook his head, picking up his glass and draining in quickly, enjoying, for once, the rush of alcohol down his throat. "Never mind. It was a..." He pauses, and then shakes his head again, "Never mind." He repeats, and pours himself another glass. "The wine's passable. Is it true you've warned the staff not to bring the best from the cellars when I call?"

"Look?" He smirks, and raises an eyebrow. "No thank you, I came here to check you weren't dead just yet, not go blind." Harry leans back a little, stretching out. "Besides, you need a bath. It smells like a brothel in here."

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lord_eward
2008-04-30 05:07 pm UTC (link)

Eward expression did not change, and he shrugged, glugging some more wine from the glass before reaching for the bottle. "You always choose the expensive ones, it was natural I told them to refrain from giving you the best! You can have it occasionally but not all the time. That stock was started by Father dear in his early twenties, and I am already missing twelve bottles."

After soothing his throat with yet more alcohol Eward grinned at him. "Bless you. Would you be terribly sad if I were to die so soon? You can tell me, you know - not a word will escape my lips of your devastation such a good looking friend with lots of money had passed, smelling of brothel and probably in full flow with his lady friend..."

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social_climber
2008-04-30 06:21 pm UTC (link)

"Twelve? I assure you, Eward, I drank only five, and took another five with me." He says, bringing a hand to rest above his heart. "I swear it." He says, although his eyes follow the movement of the bottle. "Although you're a sod. I don't keep anything you enjoy from you, do I? I sent you that pretty little thing last night."

"What a horrible question to ask. I would be devastated, Eward. Terribly so. I might even go into mourning. You'd leave me something, wouldn't you?" He asks.

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lord_eward
2008-04-30 06:45 pm UTC (link)

"I know I'm a sod. But if you had twelve spritely little things you had been saving for a rainy day only to have me come and drink them all I assume you would feel the same annoyance I do when I realise my favourite Cabernet has gone."

He took another sip but it was dangerous as he let out another laugh. "HA! You'd soon come out of mourning if you realised I'd left you a big fat wad of something wouldn't you?" he teased, knowing full well that he would expect the same. "I'd leave you my wine. Seeing as you like it so much. Possibly a pound or two."

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social_climber
2008-04-30 07:42 pm UTC (link)

"If I had twenty bottles of good wine, Eward, you would be the first person I would invite to share them with me." Well, perhaps it wasn't exactly true. But it was near enough, Harry would have shared one, maybe two. But he had clients to think of too, and a few bottles of a good vintage would act as a attractive incentive to those who had not yet sold away their souls to him. "But a few shillings here or there wouldn't go a miss either."

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