Small Matters of Business

**Forn Clakes** · Feb 21st, 2015 08:53 AM

This scene takes place directly following this thread once the Forge has been closed

The Forge was quiet, finally. The band had left, the staff had left and the only three souls still around comprise of the Constable of Calefaction, Duncan, the owner and manager of the club, along with Wexler, a fellow Summer Courtier, and Tessa of the Courtless. The club was always a weird place to be when it was closed, the constant barrage of sound still ringing in the ear long after everyone had left. It reminded Duncan of being left alive on the battlefield, and as he sat on the mezzanine overlooking the club, he brought a whiskey to his lips. Naturally, it was full of ice, reassuringly resting against his lips as the drink seeped through.

"So, to business. I need someone to help watch the doors, provide some security," Duncan began, sitting on one of the sofas and placing his feet on the small table before him, directing his statement towards Wexler. "You've probably seen Mal hanging around but she ain't officially part of my team. She just...lingers."

Was linger the correct term? She never paid to get in.

"The place is generally well-behaved but every now and again, someone gets out of line during a moshpit and needs to be spoken with. Other times, they need to be ejected. You good with that?"

For the moment, Duncan left any business with Tessa to the sideline. What she needed was far more specialized.

Feb 23rd, 2015 02:05 AM

"Yes, sir. Someone needs a polite reminder of how things ought to be or an escort out the door, I'll get it done. That's pretty straightforward," Wexler said, slipping a hand into his pocket. That was easy shit, far as he was concerned, but it wasn't about it being the most challenging work around town. It was about throwing in his bit to help out the Court's endeavours. It was how things were done.

Plus, he'd be fucked if he wasn't going to bathe in the human rage that boiled in places like this. As far as he was concerned, this shit was smorgasbord.

Delicious.

"Which nights you need me around, sir?"

**Forn Clakes** · Feb 23rd, 2015 04:23 PM

"Friday and Saturdays are our busiest but every now and again we hold a 'private' function," Duncan said with a grin and air-quotes but didn't go into much detail. Not with the untested around. "I'll fill you in on the details if that ever comes up. We'll start off with Friday and Saturdays and one other day in the week. Sometimes Swilla rolls around to help out, have you met the big guy yet?"

Which was kind of a stupid question really. You met Swilla, you remember Swilla. Guy was like a force if nature.

Duncan frowns suddenly, steam rising from his head. "Shit, where are my manners?" he commented, placing down his whiskey. "You guys want a drink?" Elemental he may be but business was always done over liquor.

Feb 24th, 2015 12:18 PM

Even though she wasn't the one being addressed, she nodded her head about having met Swilla. Probably one of the scariest dudes she'd seen outside Arcadia. Luckily, she hadn't given him reason to get on his bad side.

"Coke and rum, please."

**Forn Clakes** · Feb 26th, 2015 03:52 PM

Cross , Wexler fancy a drink?

Feb 26th, 2015 04:55 PM

"That sounds good, sir," Wex replied. When asked about Swilla, he shook his head. "Naw, not yet. What does he look like? Might be I seen him about."

The notion of a drink brought a smile to the Wizened's scarred face. Did a Lannister like money?

"I'd love one. Bourbon, neat, please. Whatever you've got there."

**Changeling ST** · Mar 2nd, 2015 01:42 PM

Once behind the bar, Duncan glanced up as they both gave their orders and an eyebrow arched. Some pouring later and they both had drinks. Nearly.

"One bourbon, neat. One Coke, held the rum," Duncan said handing the second drink to Tessa. "When your 21, you an get all the alcohol you want."

He liked to help out the locals but breaking the law? No fucking way.

"Swilla? Big guy, like a walking tower of sheer muscle with teeth that could tear your limbs off. Likes hugs." Okay, that last part might be a little lie. "He and Mal? Big huggers."

"Anyway, nice to have you onboard, Wex, I'm sure we'll get better acquainted but for now...Tess. What makes you angry?"

Mar 5th, 2015 11:36 AM

Tessa gave a small scowl to the bartender before picking up the glass. Apparently even in private, the rules still applied.

"Being told what I can and can't do," she replied irritatedly as she took a drink of her Coke. "It sounds silly," she said with a measure of more seriousness, "but it isn't far from the truth. I hate authority, especially undeserved authority. People in power only want to stay in power, anything after that is just helping in their cause. You know the right people, you can get away with damn near anything. Rules only apply when it's convenient. Lawmakers don't care for what's best for you or me, nor do they care. There are too many corrupt and self-serving officials for me to care for their rules and regulations."

**Changeling ST** · Mar 6th, 2015 01:50 PM

"Ok. Then how do we survive if we don't have laws and rules?" Duncan questioned, settling back into his chair. "I mean, without the Kings and Queens around us, ensuring that the oaths of protection are upheld, how do we hold back the Gentry? Or is it more that what you perceive to be corrupt simply because someone is in a position of power?"

A sip of his drink.

"Some would say that I'm in a position of power, right? I have the title Constable of Calefaction, which is basically the same as cop. Am I corrupt?"

Mar 6th, 2015 02:05 PM

A skeptical half-smile crossing his face that made the lipslug twitch, but he sipped his dirnk and remained quiet. This wasn't his moment. Bourbon, no junk in it? Best thing for keeping a Wexler all shut up like a Kansas cellar during tornado season.

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