Money makes the world go round...

[loves_ghost]

It had been almost a week since ‘the incident’ and Kost had been carefully attentive, taking care of Ivy more often even when Leona insistead and generally trying to keep stress to a minimum

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[your_host]

*By a stroke of luck, the Emcee is downstairs looking to satisfy his late afternoon dose of gin, when he's derailed by the sound of purposeful knocking. With an annoyed huff, he sets a half-empty bottle of liquor and a glass on the countertop before pulling his worn leather coat tighter around him and heading toward the door. Turning some locks, he opens the door a small crack at first to keep the cold out.*

Yes, what do you-

*Upon seeing Leona, he quirks an eyebrow, opening the door wider.*

...Herman's out grocery shopping, if you came to see him.

*He steps back from the doorway to let her in.*

[loves_ghost]

*Taking the unspoken invitation to come in, Leona steps inside, tugging her scarf from her nose and attempting to be confident*

Actually, I'm here to see you.

[your_host]

*He shuts the door after she comes in, briskly passing her on his way back to the bar.*

Now why would you want to do that? You're probably ruining a perfectly good day.

*Even the Emcee has his moments of wry self-deprecation, and he pours himself a shot of gin, turning around to lean against the bar.*

[loves_ghost]

Maybe so.. *She states, following him. She rubs her hands together as they tingle from the sudden change from cold to slight warmth* But I need a job.