Richard Roma, Glengarry Glen Ross

Apr 20, 2009 19:26

Well. Wasn't this interesting? A real fun fest.

Ricky Roma took stock of the room, no hurry but not missing anything, not if he could help it. Not looking anything beyond self-assured. Hell, he knew what he was about. And you never let your guard down. Especially not with a group like this. What in - What in the hell was this nutjob operation? ( Read more... )

strawberry fields, vladimir harkonnen, james bond, wishbone, chance silvey, richard roma, albus dumbledore, igor, application, the corinthian, ron weasley, smaug

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chance_silvey April 21 2009, 01:04:58 UTC
Dr. Chance Silvey, lately recovered from another bout of trilobite trance, looked a little bleary today. Not at the top of her game.

She read the application, a faint line creasing her brow as she read.

When she had finished, she looked up at the new arrival.

"Let me guess. You've got a bridge you want to sell us?"

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topoftheboard April 21 2009, 01:41:48 UTC
If she hadn't spoken up, Ricky wouldn't have noticed her. Or he told himself as much. Hell, she wasn't that much to look at, and ten to one this broad didn't know what actual humor was. He'd seen her type around, mostly keeping a choke-hold on the guys he sold property to. The wives who raised hell and brought up all the clamoring arguments that made their husbands lose start re-thinking, made them back out. Give in.

"Can't say I've ever sold a bridge before. Last I heard, there wasn't much money in bridges." He shrugged, watching her. "Though if it came up and any of you fine individuals happened to desire a bridge, you'd better believe I'd find one."

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chance_silvey April 21 2009, 02:21:19 UTC
"As long as the bridge actually exists and is for sale ..." She didn't look too convinced that either of those things would be true, in such a case. "I ought to tell you, though, you'd have better luck doing business in North Korea. Most students here have no money and live off the charity of the school, and the professors aren't flush with cash either." Not that professors ever were, as a rule. Anywhere.

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topoftheboard April 21 2009, 02:37:22 UTC
"Well, that's a crime and a shame." Okay, it was useful to know, maybe. If this woman was telling the truth, which he wasn't sure of. "Guess I'll just have to call this a vacation. A well-deserved rest." He smirked, laughed. "I don't suppose you've got anything to drink around here, in any case? or do I have to go to North Korea for that, too?"

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chance_silvey April 24 2009, 00:55:39 UTC
Though she didn't care for the smirk, Chance found herself smiling a little, giving a friendlier reply than she'd have expected. A primate behavior, laugh mirroring laugh, or just an involuntary response to a practiced salesman? "We're probably the only boarding school in the United Kingdom with two bars on the premises. You won't go dry while you're here."

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topoftheboard April 24 2009, 01:39:58 UTC
"Then you have just given me a glimmer of hope. Thank God."

What the hell they were doing with a bar in a school, he couldn't guess. Then again, given what the hell kind of a school this looked like... Yeah, all right. It made perfect fucking sense.

He was slightly surprised that she'd actually responded; most of her kind were a little more adamant in their stick-up-the-ass tactics. Well. Sometimes, you made a break.

"I take it this is a school of many, ah, surprises. What else have they got? Any strip clubs?"

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chance_silvey April 24 2009, 01:47:43 UTC
If a man like Roma had asked Chance a question like that, anywhere but here, she'd have glared and stalked away, no doubt. Here, however -- well, it being Hogwarts, the first thing that came to Chance's mind was Modestly Hot Homsar, and she choked back a laugh.

"I wouldn't really know." She tried to keep a straight face, and to her gratification, actually succeeded. "You might want to inquire with the Arithmancy professor. I understand that's his kind of thing."

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topoftheboard April 25 2009, 00:12:20 UTC
"Nah, never mind." He waved a hand, dismissing the suggestion. "From the look of this place, it wouldn't be worth my time."

That and he didn't usually go in for strip clubs, anyway. Better to pick up women on your own. Fuck knew where any woman'd ever been or what she'd been making the rounds with, but any broad picked up at a strip club was pretty much a guaranteed mess.

Besides, there was no challenge in that.

"That was what we call a joke, Miss... Whatever-your-name-is. Though if there was one, I would have to suggest that you stop in and take a look around. It might do you a bit of good."

((OOC: Oh. Wow. XD Nice, that.))

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