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Post by Administrator on Aug 25, 2009 23:04:29 GMT -5
In the lobby of the building just outside the entrance to the theater there is a small bar with half a dozen stools. Pull up a seat!
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Post by Jim Turner on Aug 25, 2009 23:21:47 GMT -5
Jim slipped through the fairly crowded entrance to the Queens theater, not bothering to buy a ticket for the show inside but instead making his way straight to the small bar outside the main entrance doors. Normally he wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this, but he wasn't doing so under normal circumstances.
Every month he seemed to watch his finances dwindle until at last a week ago they reached zero and he found himself quite hungry. Managing to get a small advancement in his wages from the docks he scraped by on a few meals, but there was one thing he couldn't afford, and it was the reason he currently found himself surrounded by low class fops putting on airs and convincing themselves they were an important part of society (though he fancied neither establishment, at the very least he could offer one small praise to Irving, its containing far less dandies).
He needed a drink, and he wouldn't be ashamed to admit he tortured himself with his current surroundings in hope one might be freely offered to him by his long time acquaintance and new owner of the establishment. Ms. Talbot always seemed fond of him, after all.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Aug 25, 2009 23:27:29 GMT -5
Naomi folded her arms and leaned over the bar, a small smile on her face before she shook her head. "Times must be tough to see you here, Jim. What brings ya and yes, I'll give you a pint for free just because I like ya. But tell me what's on your mind.." she was the new owner and she liked it. She liked being in charge of something and not living pay check to pay check and making meals stretch for weeks on end.
She'd done that most of her life and when the opportunity to run Caprice came up she'd jumped at it.
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Post by Jim Turner on Aug 25, 2009 23:45:55 GMT -5
Sliding onto a stool Jim offered the brunette something few had ever witnessed-- a charming smile.
"Times must be tough to see you here, Jim. What brings ya and yes, I'll give you a pint for free just because I like ya. But tell me what's on your mind.."
He shrugged, grinning despite himself at having so easily accomplished his goal. "Ah ya know, life keeps dealing and I keep folding.." He watched her hands as she poured his drink, quietly admiring their smooth delicate features and briefly wonder just how much Ms. Talbot liked him-- he was no different than any other scoundrel, after all. "I hear you're doin' alright for yourself," he looked around the crowded room, its obvious grandeur requiring a mere glance in gesture.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Aug 25, 2009 23:50:01 GMT -5
"Well you know how I started, singing for my supper and then making that stretch for a week. But it's not so bad now.." she handed him the drink and winked at him as she folded her arms and leaned on the bar. "You hate your job, Jim. I don't know why you stay doing it if it just pisses you off.."
She brushed her hand over her forehead and looked over the crowd before she nodded towards the back where it was quieter and there wasn't so many people. She knew Jim was a hermit at heart. "Come on, it's more quiet.."
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Post by Jim Turner on Aug 26, 2009 16:18:36 GMT -5
"Well you know how I started, singing for my supper and then making that stretch for a week. But it's not so bad now.."
He snorted at this description of her current situation and greedily accepted the drink as she handed it to him.
"You hate your job, Jim. I don't know why you stay doing it if it just pisses you off.."
He shrugged indifferently, his misery of the past few months seeming to lose its sting as he so thoroughly enjoyed the present moment, beer in hand. "What else am I gonna do? It's the only thing I got experience in, haulin' crates." Heaving a small sigh he leaned on his elbow, resting his face in his hand and looking slightly pathetic as he continued to admire the drink before him. Who was he kidding, he hated his life. For a moment he longed for the days of his youth, envying the newsies their carefree lifestyle.
"Come on, it's more quiet.."
Having been far too busy pitying himself to notice the crowd he was somewhat surprised when she offered to bring him in back. With a small shrug he grabbed his glass, glancing around at the distracted patrons and wondering if he ought to be discrete as he slipped through the door behind her and his earlier question returned to the forefront of his thoughts.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Aug 26, 2009 17:26:07 GMT -5
She opened the back door and ignored what anyone else seemed to say, the bar had been one more thing to add. She waited until the door closed at his back and she folded her arm, dropping into one of the few chairs.
"Ah peace." she remarked with a sigh as she looked up at him, motioning for another one of the chairs. She tugged her wrap a bit closer to her as she thought about it, finally answering. "Why not work for me? The bar's a bit to much work for me to oversee constantly along with the rest of Caprice Hall. Medda and I are planning an event and it's going to need more of my attention then I can currently give. "
She smirked at him, and tilted her head to the side, "You'd get free drinks, I'd pay you a management wage and you'd only have to haul crates on delivery day... or you could hire someone to do the grunt work. What do you say?" She could hire an old friend, and if she couldn't do that then what was she doing running the place. She knew that he would grumble and growl, and she honestly wanted to see what he would be like in this place.
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Post by Jim Turner on Aug 27, 2009 11:33:49 GMT -5
He took her up on her offer, dropping into an open chair and resting his glass in his lap. Taken aback by her sudden question he quickly shook his head, the memory of the obnoxious fops still too fresh in his memory to allow for immediate reason. However, as she continued, the idea quickly began to appeal to him.
"You'd get free drinks, I'd pay you a management wage and you'd only have to haul crates on delivery day... or you could hire someone to do the grunt work. What do you say?"
He leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling and tucking his lips up slightly in thought. He remained like this several moments longer than it actually took him to consider her offer. The way his life had been going, any change was good change, and he couldn't help but briefly imagine the look on his boss' face when he told him where he could stick his crates...
Glancing down at his glass he continued his thoughtful countenance another moment before he looked up to meet her gaze with a small nod. "I suppose I could tend bar for ya Ms. Talbot," he paused, downing the last of his beer before continuing. "Now, when you say management wage..." He looked at her expectantly, unable to suppress the slightest grin.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Aug 27, 2009 15:08:08 GMT -5
She grinned, that was something she couldn't help. They were two of the same kind in a lot of ways. Both wanted to have more then the next and do less to get there. Sure Naomi was doing something she liked to do and had a pretty face enough to do it. She had gotten a good kick out of watching his mind work.
"Thirty percent of what the bar brings in, plus tips. And since we're always busy..." that was a lot of money to bring home at the end of the day though in truth it still depended on work load.
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Post by Jim Turner on Sept 2, 2009 18:13:40 GMT -5
Jim nodded thoughtfully, his gaze set on his now empty glass. Of course, this was far more than he had ever imagined himself making in the miserable life he lead, but he never liked to show genuine emotion, and so the absolute thrill of the moment was expressed with a mere shrug. "You got yaself a deal," As he stood he held out his hand, assuming it proper and business like to finish such discussions with a handshake.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Sept 2, 2009 21:53:52 GMT -5
She reached out and shook his hand with a small smirk and shook it as she tilted her head. "It's a deal then... the bar is yours to oversee.." she let go of his hand and grabbed a beer from one of the crates as she heard the music start. "Sounds like one of the girls is about to go on.."
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Post by Bryce Andrews on Sept 29, 2009 20:56:53 GMT -5
[New Day]
Bryce settled onto a bar stool in a corner of the small bar at Caprice Hall, ordering a drink before positioning himself so he could keep an eye on the others who passed by the area. He wasn't much on dance halls usually, but he'd heard a few guys down at the docks talking about the merits of Caprice Hall and it's new star, some singer from out West. And it was a reason to get out of his cramped apartment and hopefully without having to deal with drunken melees that had a tendency to break out at the slew of other bars and pubs in the city.
Bryce had moved here to keep a low profile and not get mixed up in things, like he had back in London. But he could appreciate a beautiful woman, a quality drink and decent entertainment as much as the next man and Caprice seemed to have all of that in spades.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Sept 29, 2009 21:15:53 GMT -5
Naomi sailed threw the room as if she was made for it, she laughed when someone talked to her and shook her head. "Don't be getting to fresh with me, Dominic. You aren't my speed. I like dark, dangerous and quiet.. not mouthy and obtuse.." she winked and kept walking. Her voice carried, it was her place now and she wasn't about to give it to anyone else. Ever.
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Post by Bryce Andrews on Sept 29, 2009 21:24:28 GMT -5
Bryce's eyes narrowed at the sound of laughter and then a woman's voice, a voice that he knew rang out across the room. His dark blue eyes searched the room until they landed on the dark haired beauty standing by the door like she owned the joint. Well damn it all to hell, it was her, in all her radiant glory; Naomi with her laughing eyes and quick smile.
They had no each other once, years ago in what felt like another life and the truth was he'd never anticipated seeing her again, certainly not across an ocean and a world away from when they met. Turning on the stool, Bryce leaned back against the bar and took a long drink, watching her carefully, waiting for the moment she would see him.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Sept 29, 2009 21:28:54 GMT -5
Her eyes were on everyone in her place, laughing and urging people on with a talented and well placed smirk before the smirk was replaced with shock, soon followed by elation. Excusing herself she made her way slowly threw the crowd, her eyes never left him as she drew to a slow stop, the twinkles in her ears showing how far she'd come from the girl back then.
A soft and genuine smile settled on her face. "I'll be go to hell.." was all she whispered before she tossed her arms around his neck and smiled. "Bryce!" She couldn't help it, she was elated. She'd thought he would be dead after all that mess and she would never see him again. But here he was, tall and strong as ever.
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