Who: Bela Talbot, OPEN.
Where: A speakeasy in the eastern part of the city, fronted by a perfumery. It's the picture of patchwork elegance, once you get past the carefully cleaned, half-empty ranks of multicolored scent bottles. There's two doors in the 'stock' room--one leads to a tidy office, the other leads down a long flight of stairs with
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"A drink for your thoughts?"
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He leaned forward, though, voice dropping just a little before he continued. "Our Esteemed Master made the options clear," and he said the flourish to the title with a hint of cheerful sarcasm. "Just wondering where you're throwin' your lot in. Either way, it's good business for me."
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She took a thoughtful slug of her drink and tapped her finger against her lips in a mocking hush gesture. "The question to ask is of course, what action benefits myself and my establishment in the long run? There's some weight to the thought that our dear Lord and Master harbors a certain fear of these people and what they can do, which in turn leads to the question of their purpose here."
Bela takes another hit from her glass, her eyes twinkling. "Oh how long it's been since someone put a Queen into play in this global chess game of his. The moves of the pawns might actually make some difference in coming days, no?"
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She also knew what didn't happen. Louis, she knew his name--she knew he came by with regularity, and knew he ordered something expensive which he never drank.
There were reasons for that, though only a few. As long as he paid for his drink and didn't bring trouble, she didn't care what his were. She saluted him with her own beverage, taking a sip as her gaze turned back toward the stage and its singer.
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She tapped her straight cane lightly against her palm as she slid onto the stool next to Irene. "As beautiful as ever, and in every respect."
The bartender nods to Bela, starting to mix a second drink without needing the order. She lays her cane on the bar and rolls it back and forth fractionally. "Exciting around here lately, wouldn't you say?"
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Irene made a quiet noise of agreement. "That's one way to put it," she replied, dropping the cocktail cherry into her mouth and chewing on it thoughtfully. "He does like to hear himself talk, that one." She lifted her eyes to glance dismissively up at the speakers that the broadcast had come pouring out of. "Do you think they'll be coming around here, those Barge people?" If anyone would know, Irene thought, it'd be Bela.
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When he says he has an appointment, she licks her lips. "Please wait here, sir. I need confirmation."
She vanishes again, back into the back--and downstairs to get Bela's second in command.
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"Mr. McCullen, I presume?" He said, offering a hand. "I'm sorry to trouble you, but, you see, we keep the item you're searching for in one of the storerooms. It's very rare, you see. I'd hardly want to display it in... Well, you've seen the mess out there, haven't you?"
He waved to one of the two doors. "If you'll come right this way, we can retrieve it together."
He arched a brow, clearly urging McCullen to play along with his show of theatrics. He trusted their Lord and Master about as far as he could throw him- if the man had ears in this section of town, he certainly didn't want anyone spreading rumors about this place.
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