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Chapter One: Brimstone Beginnings
Topic Started: May 31 2013, 09:02 PM (714 Views)
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"Yes ma'am. Is, um... is everything okay?" Erela called, careful to sound quite uncertain.
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"I'm fine, just preoccupied trying to figure out why tonight's so busy so I can replicate it."
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Erela decided against replying, and walked back out to the man. "I'm sorry sir, Ms. Hastings is too busy to see anyone at the moment. If you wouldn't mind, could you write down a number to be reached at and a short message for her? I'll make sure she gets it." Erela snatched a pen and pad of paper out from behind the bar, handing it to the man.
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The man scoffed, quickly writing out a number on the pad. "Busy. Right. Slip this number under her door and we'll see if she's still busy. If she is, I'll leave, no problems."
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'God damnit,' Erela thought, nodding and turning back the way she came. She thought she'd get her moment in the spotlight after all, but no, it would wait. Fine.

"Ms. Hastings, he insisted I give you his number before he'll leave..." she said, awkwardly sliding it under the office door. Being a human required so much messenger work...
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There is a brief pause, and the sound of her getting up from a chair, followed by another pause. "Ah." Her voice was flat. "I suppose that clears up my confusion as to why it's so busy. Send him back here, if you would. This isn't a discussion I'd like to have around the other customers, and I'm sure he feels the same way."
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"Right..." Erela said more to herself, turning to go once again to the bar. Hooray, I get to play go between for two grown ass humans, delaying my grand plans for the evening, like the selfish little monkeys they are. Well, we are, at this point I suppose. How disgusting.

"She changed her mind, sir. You can follow me back," she said politely to the man. If they were going to ruin her plans, she was going to find out what was going on, one way or another.
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The man smirked. "Ah, excellent. I'm guessing she's through there?" He gestured at the employee only door. Without waiting for a response, he walked purposefully through the doorway.

The bartender glanced at Erela, raising an eyebrow and jerking his head in the direction of the man, all the while bringing another frothing mug of some sort of alcohol to the tattooed man, who grunted a thanks and slid him a ten dollar bill in return.

The blonde woman in the back gave Hemlock a faintly curious look for a few moments, subtly indicating an open chair at her table.
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Erela gave the bartender a wide eyed look, them turned and followed the man back. She hated taking all these orders. But until she got her land legs... perhaps it would be best of she stopped dwelling on it. Now, what were these two talking about...
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Erela got through the door in time to watch the office door to Ms. Hastings' office close. Listening, she could hear the man begin talking to Hastings, but they were being extremely quiet, so she could only catch bits of the conversation.

Hastings: "... you ... I ... made ... clear ... staying ... those ... affairs."

The man: "...there's... odd ... this ... few ... have ... off ... and ... one ... think ... might ... anything... Hastings."

Hastings: "... accusing ... something... employer ... well ... interfere ... of ..."

The man: "... you... I ... come ... day ... people... care-"

Hastings: "...terrible... know ... I ... inclined... easily ... everyone ... bar ... name... and... know ... is ... mundane."

The man: "...anyone ... that ... with... to ... So ... out."

Hastings: "... of ... thrall."

There is a subtle shifting behind the door again, and you can tell someone is definitely about to step out of the room.
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