LJ Idol: Resolute
"You can't just buy a place like that, and move in, and expect everything to be hunky dory," said Mason, my real estate agent. (He also happened to be my godfather.) Long, lanky, gay as a Saturday in April. "A place like Good Time Charlie's, it's seen some shit." He put a lot of emphasis on the last word in that sentence. Gesturing to the flyer on the big mahogany desk between us, he shook his head. "If it were me, I wouldn't go for it, no way, no how. Mouldering heap of junk. Haunted too, word goes."
"I don't care about ghosts," I said, my hands curled into fists on the arms of the leather chair I was seated in. "I have a vision, Uncle Mason, and I've got my inheritance from Dad. I want to buy the place."
Mason raised his eyebrows and mopped his bald shiny pate with a lavender handkerchief, then sighed. "You know how I feel about your Dad's inheritance, and I've said my piece. If you want to move forward, I'll be happy to represent you, may as well, given that I've already shown you the place. I suppose it's performing my duty as your godfather." He slid the papers across the table to me. "So go ahead, make an offer. This place isn't going to move fast, so take some time to think about it if - "
But I had already grabbed the pen and jotted down a number, and I slid it back over to him. "Well then." He was trying not to smile. "You always did have some guts, kiddo. Resolute. I'll send this over to the seller's agent and we'll see where we go from there." He got up from the desk, adjusting his bow tie. "In the meantime, though, I'd recommend talking to Kate Robinson, she's the local - "
"Mason," I said, looking at him, amused. "Kate's been my local psychic and witch elder for the past three years. I've had her over for dinner at least once a month since we met. Actually," I checked my phone calendar. "We're due for another dinner date soon. I can talk over the metaphysical aspects of the place with her then. She'll probably be up for helping me cleanse."
"Gonna need some damn good sage to cleanse that place," he replied. "You're sure you know what you're getting into?"
"Oh yeah," I said, grinning like the fool I was. (Dear reader, I had no idea.)