Appointments Post

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[universal_charm]

_{[ He would have tossed him a rude hand sign, but he was a nice place and he didn't need his client walking in right just then, did he? So he settled for giving Asch an unimpressed look instead. ]}

Oh, do I get champagne and caviar while I wait?

_{[ He couldn't resist being sassy. It was just to much to ask him not to shoot out at least one quip. ]}

[dissonates]

[Wow. Wow. Maybe Asch would have to speak to his client and make sure he knew the sort of standards this club had about guests versus riff-raff.]

Guests of this establishment are free to order whatever they can afford, sir.

[Which isn't so much an insult as a challenge. Can you?]

[universal_charm]

And here I thought I was getting the V.I.P. treatment with the private room.

_{[ All right, maybe he had kind of wanted it to be true and get to live it up for five minutes, but if it meant missing out on caviar he was fine. It just sounded gross - fish eggs, ick. Give him the whole fish any time. Champagne was to dry too. If he had to be fancy, he'd prefer a wine. ]}

So, bathroom, you were saying it's what direction?

[dissonates]

The V.I.P. treatment is only on a tab when members are present. My apologies.

[He leads the way further in, finally gesturing to a little hallway.]

The restroom is that way. I'll take you to the suite once you're finished.

[universal_charm]

Oh, it's a suite now? Even fancier.

_{[ Sorry, Asch. Sass is an automatic reaction with him. It's a problem, really, but what can you do? Thank dear old uncle... But that's not a story anyone needs to hear. So he heads into the bathroom and to the sinks to try and wash the left over grime from his fingers and catch any spots on his face before he changed into a better shirt and made himself more presentable.}

Never mind he might have gotten a few odd looks from other patrons. ]

[dissonates]

[Sigh. He shouldn't have to put up with this. He shouldn't even be here today, he was going to take a day off after what happened the day before with his brother. Instead, he's babysitting the aforementioned brother's weird, greasy friends...

By the time Kirk comes out of the bathroom, Asch has fetched a tray with glasses and a fancy water pitcher. Fancy caviar or anything else can wait until the man's client arrives - and can vouch for him.]

[universal_charm]

Jeeze, you even making having to pour water some sort of affair.

_{[ He looked decent, at least, though he was by no means dressed like a true gentleman. But he did his best, so give him credit for trying. ]}

Doesn't it ever get annoying? Don't you ever just a want a normal, plastic cup of water? Or, by God, a beer?

[dissonates]

This is a gentleman's club. If you're looking for that sort of environment, you're welcome to visit a cheap bar downtown when you're finished here. I'm sure they'd be happy to serve you beer in a plastic cup.

[universal_charm]

_{[ Again, he almost threw Asch a rude gesture, but restrained. ]}

Gentleman this, gentleman that. It's all a bit overrated if you ask me. Don't you get tired of being so uppity and having to remember to stick your pinky out? You have to let all that red hair down sometime, right?

[dissonates]

No. No, I do not.

[Is his words - and the thinly veiled contempt in his tone - answer enough, Mr. Kirk?]

[universal_charm]

_{[ He can hear it. He deals with enough aristos on the bikes to know all the little tones. ]}

Heh. One of these days I'll get you on a bike, and you'll change your tune. Everyone does when they get on one of my bikes.

[dissonates]

...You must be joking. I'd rather walk everywhere the rest of my entire life than be caught on one of those death traps.