"If you can find my ass, sweetie, you're welcome to it," teased Tess as she went back to her seat.
"I'm going to be changing this from a nightclub into another burlesque, so bright colors are out of the question. Subdued, rich tones, deep reds, royal blues..." she said, reaching over the bar to grab out the pile of color swatches she'd gathered from the designer's office, handing them over. "Have a seat, sugar. You've got a good eye. I'm guessing this entire project will take six months and about a half a million dollars, three-quarters if I feel like getting sassy with it," she looked over at Phoebe, "Decorating comes last, but I usually set aside about ten grand to get all the decorations in order. I count among them the chandeliers, wall hangings, centerpieces for tables, plants or whatever. But you'll have to take no for an answer, at least for right now. The business' bank account has exactly enough to redo this place, and I'm not going to take charity, at least until I absolutely must."