Willamina Ravensdale (willie_raven) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-06-28 21:44:00 |
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Job Opportunity
Who: Bretton and Willie
Where: Avarice II
When: 6/28, Evening
"Oh, frothy, delicious nummy goodness, how much I love thee." That would be Willie talking to her beer before taking a sip of it. OK, maybe the girl loved her beer a little too much, but what of it? She was just glad to find another bar in Vegas that stocked British Import beer. Avarice II (and just where was the first one, she wondered to herself) was bumping tonight. She wasn't much for hard rock metally stuff herself, but, if they kept this stuff on tap here, she might well learn to love it.
Bretton was making the rounds tonight, as Bronte and Grant were off doing... well... he'd rather not think about what his sister and her boyfriend were likely doing. Dressed nattily in a gray suit with red tie, the werewolf was greeting people as he walked around, welcoming them to the club, and basically trying to build a customer base.
When he came up and said hello to her, she grinned at him. "You own this swanky place?" she asked. "Well nuts to you! Keep serving beer like this and I'll come back every night." She laughed. "You might actually give Sullivan's a run for my money."
"Well... I help run it. My sister actually owns it. The franchise is sort of a family business." He smiled brightly, offering a hand to the blonde. "Bretton Bale, at your service."
She shook his hand. "Willie Ravendale," she said, looking up at him with a smile. Honestly, a smile hardly ever left her face. "Lucky you to have such a good family business to run then."
"My family's pretty amazing, yes. My brother owns the original Avarice, out in Los Angeles, along with... another club." Was Bretton a tad embarrassed of Ben's other venture? Yep. "We also own Full Moon Records, so... I suppose the family is ambitious enough..."
"Ambitious is certainly one way of putting it," Willie said with a smile. He was cute. She might have flirted a bit with him, but she had easily spotted the wedding ring on his finger, so she kept her cool. "Very, very busy is another. How do you all find the time to do all of that? Or are they a dozen of you?"
"We... ARE a rather large family. Although, my younger brother is incredibly ambitious and energetic." Bretton himself had been considering running for some kind of political office... and wouldn't THAT be interesting?
"I would love to have such a large family," Willie said. "Well, my family isn't tiny by any means, but you sound like you've got plenty of extra relatives to go around, if you're able to keep so many businesses in the family, so to speak."
"So what do YOU do in this... interesting city, Ms. Ravendale?" So he wasn't exactly about to mention he and Nev's little burgeoning investigation/protection project. Not yet, at least. Not until they had things more... solid and legal there.
"I'm a limo driver, actually," she told him. "Well, driver/mechanic, since the last full time mechanic we had decided to quit right after I came aboard and it was cheaper to pay me a little more than to hire a new one." So her boss was a bit on the cheap side. It still meant more money for her! "So, who knows, maybe I'll be driving you or your family some night."
"Really." He said, more to himself... having a thought there. "I'll need to talk to my business partners, of course... but I can see a few situations where we might be able to use your services on a more permanent basis. Which I guarantee would pay more than you're making right now." He'd been considering hiring a limo driver both for their clients and for personal use... he'd have to talk to Nevada and to Bronte about this...
"Ooh, really?" Now this was interesting. She had just come here for a decent pint, and she might soon be walking away with something with quite a bit more pay. Can't look a gift horse in the mouth. "Well, after you talk to your business partners, let me know what they think."
"I will. No promises, of course. I just like to think of most things as being... serendipity of sorts." He did, too. Hell... everything good in his life, from meeting Nevada, to being here right now, seemingly happened by chance. Who was he to dismiss something so... coincidental?
She nodded, pulling a pen from her purse and writing down her full name and number on a napkin. "Give me a call if you hear anything one way or the other. No hard feelings if the answer's no. I'll still come here for the beer," she said with a wink.
"Sounds like a plan." He said with that ridiculously charming grin (seriously, like Nevada had a CHANCE), and offered his hand to her again. "Pleasure meeting you, Willie."
She shook his hand. "The pleasure would be mine." Especially if it led to a job.