RP: Cooking the Books
Date: June 15, 2005
Character(s): Draco Malfoy, Eloise Midgen
Location: Just Desserts
Status: Private
Summary: Draco makes good on his and Eloise's agreement.
Completion: InComplete
Draco entered his shop and switched the lights on, looking around. At least it no longer smelled like paint and industrial cleaner. He'd had to leave the bloody door open for two days straight to air it out before he could bring in the latest shipment of coffee. Eloise's contact had been a good one, and while he wasn't yet fully stocked, he had enough product to try out the espresso machine.
Once he figured out how to assemble and set it up, of course. The manual, for fuck's sake, was in Italian. And his knowledge of the language was passable at best, so it was taking somewhat longer than he'd anticipated to get the hulking thing put together. Nothing to worry about, of course.
Casting a baleful glare at the shiny contraption, he walked to the back counter by the new oven and took up the manual again, resolving himself to finish making sense of the words and get this fucker started. He wanted to try it out. When he heard noises from next door, he looked up from the manual and leaned back against the counter as he glanced down at the shipment of coffee beans.
They'd had an agreement, hadn't they? She'd held up her end, and he supposed that now was a good enough time to hold up his own, and take a look at her books for the chocolate shop. He strode to the adjoining door, opened it, and paused a moment as he took a glance around, then looked across at Eloise.
"Is that animal of yours about?" he said by way of greeting.
Character(s): Draco Malfoy, Eloise Midgen
Location: Just Desserts
Status: Private
Summary: Draco makes good on his and Eloise's agreement.
Completion: InComplete
Draco entered his shop and switched the lights on, looking around. At least it no longer smelled like paint and industrial cleaner. He'd had to leave the bloody door open for two days straight to air it out before he could bring in the latest shipment of coffee. Eloise's contact had been a good one, and while he wasn't yet fully stocked, he had enough product to try out the espresso machine.
Once he figured out how to assemble and set it up, of course. The manual, for fuck's sake, was in Italian. And his knowledge of the language was passable at best, so it was taking somewhat longer than he'd anticipated to get the hulking thing put together. Nothing to worry about, of course.
Casting a baleful glare at the shiny contraption, he walked to the back counter by the new oven and took up the manual again, resolving himself to finish making sense of the words and get this fucker started. He wanted to try it out. When he heard noises from next door, he looked up from the manual and leaned back against the counter as he glanced down at the shipment of coffee beans.
They'd had an agreement, hadn't they? She'd held up her end, and he supposed that now was a good enough time to hold up his own, and take a look at her books for the chocolate shop. He strode to the adjoining door, opened it, and paused a moment as he took a glance around, then looked across at Eloise.
"Is that animal of yours about?" he said by way of greeting.