Peter had been in Vegas for two days, and Linderman had been keeping him busy. Which of course was the whole reason that Arthur sent him out, Linderman was a business partner after all and occasionally he needed a reliable asset like Peter. But he never went to Vegas without having a little fun, and a little usually turned into a lot more. If
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"Peter," she said with a smile as she came to sit down across from him. "Good to finally meet you."
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"Candy. The pleasure is all mine," he said with a small smile. Peter himself was wearing a suit, though his jacket was hanging on the back of his chair, and he had a light blue shirt and a dark red tie. "Just get off of work?"
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Peter looked up and motioned one of the waiters over. "Do you want anything to drink, Candy? I didn't want to order for you, I didn't know what you like. Anything you want."
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But she smiled and stretched out. "I was thinking a good bottle of wine, any particular recommendation?"
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He leaned back further into his chair and smiled again. "How long have you been working there? You sound like you know each other pretty well."
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And she smiled at him, that winning smile. "What about you? How's your work going?"
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(ooc: ..I hope you don't mind me glossing over the unimportant mechanical stuff like that. I experience food brain-freeze while rping and can't for the life of me think of anything, and I also agree with a friend of mine that eating is strange)
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(OOC: No worries, it's not as if it's crucial to the plot!)
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