[Log] Closed

[imlookingnice]

WHO: The Cat and Arnold J. Rimmer, open to David Lister!
WHERE: The soon to be opened fashion extravaganza known as Cat's shop
WHEN: Yesterday (10th November), cos mun is lame.
WARNINGS: Snark, snark, snark
SUMMARY: Cat is putting the finishing touches to his shop, Rimmer is... helping?
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then however it goes.

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[ajrimmer_ssc]

He rolled his eyes, perched behind the counter of the shop on a tall stool, rifling through various bits of paperwork.

"Oh, yes, I'm absolutely certain you're going to be the resident equivalent of Calvin Kline. It's truly inevitable."

He'd snatched an hour from his busy work schedule to be here, and he was seriously wondering why. What on Io could he possibly get out of this? Oh, right, trying for the whole "nice bloke" thing again. Nngh.

"What are your gross receipts looking like? And your taxes? Have you got your business zoning permits? All this paperwork looks like...it looks like you've just been drawing pictures of yourself in various poses."

He held one up to the light and inspected it incredulously.

"In this one you're lounging on a bear-skin rug and holding a rose in your teeth."

[imlookingnice]

Cat turned his head and had soon slunk over to the counter, hopping up (and sitting on some of the paperwork in the process) to peer at the drawing. "Oooh, yeah!" he nodded. "I like that one the best." he said, with a bright smile.

"Well doing all that was boring, so I figured I'd spruce it up. Give the lady who gets to read them a little treat."

[ajrimmer_ssc]

That got him a flat look, one that spoke volumes, nay, entire libraries of indignant loathing.

"You have absolutely no clue how to run a business, do you? You're going to wind up in jail for tax evasion, mark my words."

He gave up on trying to find anything that would be actually useful, as he knew it was futile. Instead, he turned his attention to the register, idly punching a few buttons. It was old and plasticy and clearly second hand.

"Where the smeg did you pick this up? It's like a Fischer Price register. I half expect Mary Had A Little Lamb to start playing when you punch 'No Sale.'"

[imlookingnice]

"Tax ev-sa-watta?" Cat gave him a blank look in return, before jumping back off to go and smooth the line of an already impeccably pressed jacket. Eveyrthing here was his design, made by his hand. Just... well, not good enough for him! Second-hand Cat, that's what it was. The masses would love it while he of course, got to wear the best.

"Oh see, I was down this market place, and I told this guy I needed a cash register, so he pointed out to me and said it was exactly what I wanted." he nodded. "Plus it makes a fun little noise when the drawer shoots open."