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Here goes something

Aug 13, 2009 12:03

Who: Cris and Quinn
What: Business dealings, what else?
When: Thursday afternoon
Where: Back room of a demon bar

( If he'd been a less optimistic man, he would have thought this was all going too well. )

npc: quinn, cris gainfly

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wait_for_dawn August 13 2009, 18:19:52 UTC

Out the window, Quinn could see where the airship had been docked, yesterday. Drifting, lazy, above the city. Wasn't there anymore. Wainwright left, the previous evening, and Quinn didn't even go to see it.

He wasn't sure what he thought about that.

He canted his head towards the newcomer, without precisely looking at him, his eyes still out the window. "I am," he said. Leaving an opening in the conversation for Cris to introduce himself.

creaoi_ang_cor August 13 2009, 18:25:27 UTC

Cris glanced out the window himself, briefly, just to see what out there was so interesting. He couldn't tell immediately, so he dropped it.

"Cris Gainfly," he said, approaching and presenting his hand for a shake. "An associate of Barney Stinson's. He's given me the finds to start a business, and I hear you're the man to go to for supplies." He was friendly in his manner, but cutting to the chase all the same. There was no need for small talk.

wait_for_dawn August 13 2009, 18:35:32 UTC

"I am," acknowledged Quinn. Simple statement of fact - there was nothing braggart about his tone.

He didn't offer his own hand, or appear to notice Cris's, but instead picked up his drink, taking an easy mouthful. "What are you looking for?"

creaoi_ang_cor August 13 2009, 18:56:20 UTC

Cris let his hand linger a second or two longer before drawing it back. He was starting to see what Cordelia had meant when she'd called Quinn 'creepy.' But he was determined not to be perturbed, so he moved on.

Quinn was standing by the window, but there was a desk and two chairs in the room. After a moment's consideration, Cris approached the chair in front of the desk- where he would have sat had Quinn been behind it.

"My business is brewing," he said, taking his seat and crossing ankle over knee. "I've already secured a building, so in short what I need is brewing equipment, ingredients, and casks and bottles for storage. Also, supplies with which to make and affix labels." He drew the list from his pocket, unfolded it, and set it on the desk. "I have a list of the specifics here."

wait_for_dawn August 13 2009, 19:02:05 UTC

Quinn moved over to the desk, smooth, without hesitation, but somehow still with the odd impression that he was lingering at the window. Slipped into the chair behind the desk, and unfolded the paper.

His eyes scanned, rapidly, but he didn't speak, not until he'd finished the lot of it.

This was a lot of supplies. It would be a little bit of a start-up cost.

Quinn calculated, and took a breath. "Start bidding on the bottles the taverns use," he said. "They don't know what to do with the extra bottles they have, after drinking. As for the rest," and he named a figure that was a little on the low side, but a local brewery would reduce the need to import so much alcohol. Which would be less of a headache for Quinn.