Man in Black VI

[Circe]

"Ah a fellow child of Rome?" she smiles at Sophia, "Great ta meet ya Sophia," even with her own Italian accent a hint of Jersey always seeped through. "Hopefully it picks up. Mind that guy," a nod to the [tip=npc]man[/npc] she'd briefly spoken to on the way to the bar, "He can get handy despite missin' a pinky."

And then Emily was her, "Yup," she nods at her alias. Then she lets out a gasp, "Oh no no no do not say such horrid things about yerself," Circe waved her hand in the negative, "Ya just haven't found the right suit yet. I'm sure Sophia and I can steer ya in the right directions. We Italians invented looking good in a suit."

The Summer couldn't help but giggle at Emily's implied words, "So true. Privacy is important in business. Competition can be oh so cutthroat in some circles. Felt like I needed a neck guard a few times," she laughed at the horrid joke.

As for the question of pantsuits Circe tilted her head in curiosity. "Ah, haven't tried one for a long time. I think I'd look good in a red one though if I could find the right jacket. Buuuut," the currently blonde woman shakes her head, "A Famiglia tradition from back home is wearing ties ta do business. Makes a statement of class or something."

[Emily Makerith]

"Ohhh...." Emily says knowingly. "You prefer to keep quiet. I get it. But you gotta admit, last time we met you made it sound like office work, not..." She gestures around the room. "I don't suppose you happen to need any custom work?" she says with a grin.

She cocks her head. "I did for an interview once. I was eighteen. Hated it. An off-the-rack thing, pinched in all the wrong places. Not very flattering. Guess I kinda let them rot after that." Emily looks to Circe... Mary. Shit. Yeah. and sniggers loudly. "Class? When it comes to lack of it, Mary, you give me a run for my money and I know 'xactly what I am." She chuckles, smiling, and suck on her straw.

"Okay, seriously though. What is is you girls actually do? Should I know who you are?" she says conspiratorially. "Is it dangerous to know you two?!" she says excitedly, eyes lighting up.

[Alessandra]

Smirking, “Sicily actually. Though I’ve been to Rome many times.” But not for tourist things, business things. Dark eyes find the guy in question, and chuckles, “Well, he’s welcome to try. He won’t be missing only a pinky.” He’d never been seen again. No one gets handsy with Sophia.

Shrug, “Oh no no no,” a shake of her head, “Fashion isn’t really my thing. I tend to go with whatever’s comfortable and allows me to move. “But I do know a good suit is more than just what stores try to sell you. This jacket for example isn’t meant to be worn like this, but it’s comfortable.” A shrug.

Had she been drinking her drink, she would have spit it out at the thought of a neck guard. Man, that would make dinner way too difficult!

A sly smile at Emily, “Then I’m doing a good job at passing myself off as a legit business woman.” She had some legit business dealings, not many, but some. “Actually, there’ve been a few ideas I’ve had for my car. But haven’t found someone I can trust enough to discuss them with. Think that’s something up your alley?” she liked the girl, but wasn’t sure if she could trust her yet.

A shrug, “That depends on some things. Most know me by my name alone, or simply my tattoos.” Yah, she was that high up on the list. “But it depends on what circles you run in. And yes, it could be dangerous to know me.” She says without a care. “I’m Sophia,” a pause, “Sophia De Luca.” If Emily and Mary didn’t know the name, they were best not getting into business with her. Or they weren’t as connected as they thought.

[Circe]

At threats of violence to handy men her response was, well, "Oh ho ho ho ho! Just remember don't break his legs," she grins, "He can't leave if ya break those."

Circe's smile becomes like the cat with the canary, "Eeeeey my suit has plenty of class. Has ta make up fer what I lack," she pulls at her suit's collar for emphasis. She lets Alessandra lead the talking with Emily. "I am legit as hobby," the changeling shrugs as she sips her drink. "I'm a wholesaler ya could say. Got ta give yer clients what they want, am I right?"

She freezes as Miss de Luca identifies herself fully. She did know the name quite well. "Dangerous if provoked. Fortunately I find myself in the enviable position, Miss De Luca, of working with some of yer suppliers. Ya know, the kind of equipment everybody excepts yer profession ta always have. I do apologize if any of the equipment from us has been overly loud," she could work with this. Probably. Getting in contact at least with someone like this would elevate her among the arms dealers quite nicely. "We do have accessories ta fix the noise problem."

Except Emily was here. That would make open discussion oh so difficult. Trading telephone numbers could work though.

[Ingrid]

The smile remained fixed on Ingrid's face, even as her features flattened. Her eyes, shifting, spoke volumes.

"Here to watch. Observe. Learn. If you know the lay of the land, be my guest."

Her eyes drifted over to where Circe was in the midst of her own conversations, then swung squarely back to Maxwell Pierce.

[Emily Makerith]

"You mean, like, uh.... custom work?" Emily asks. "Extra space, that kinda thing? I, uh, guess so? But I'd need to do that kinda.... just me. I'm not exactly kitted out for that at the minute. I mean, it's doable, but I'd need a little time for no questions, you know what I mean?"

She runs the name through her mind. "Ummm....." The werewolf hesitates.

  failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2019-01-09 17:39:34		Emily rolls 4 to Sophia who? Int3+Streetwise1 (10 Again)		3, 3, 2, 1		failure

Circe clearly knows who Sophia is, but Emily clearly feels awkward. "Er, no. Sorry. Um. Should I know?" After having so much fun, she suddenly feels a little out of her depth. "I mean, I'm still really good at my job and everything but I find my way here by knowing the club scene, not... like, anything complicated." She shifts edgily. C'mon, woman up, Emily. You can be a ten-foot tall killing machine, you don't need to feel intimidated here....

[Alessandra]

There was something in the Savages eyes, something unsavory, something animalistic. She simply smirks and winks.

“Some of my suppliers huh?” so the exotic woman was into guns. Good to know. “Nothing wrong with loud, it gets the point across. I’ve left my own in my car.” Not that she really needed them, she was technically always armed. Just not in a socially acceptable way. “I can pass along the information that of what you have. We’ll have to exchange information and see about getting something setup.” She’d at least hear what the girl has to say.

Her attention is pulled away to the classy guy as he approaches.

“Only a bad time if you have no services to offer.” Replies the Italian, she wasn’t trying to be a bitch, but in this place, you don’t make an offer for useless shit.

Back to Emily, she nods, “Exactly like that. There are times I want to have some things hidden.” She confirms. “And I would want it to be only you. But if you get the stuff to be able to do that, call me. We’ll do business. Otherwise, maybe just the usual tune up stuff?” she was curious to see the girl work.

The Prince had to laugh, a genuine laugh. “Only if you’re in my line of work and expertise. So don’t worry about it.” The criminal life wasn’t for everyone. “I don’t doubt your skills at your job. And complicated is a good way of putting it.” She laughs again, not in a mean way, it just amused her. A wink was added to try and put the girl at ease.

[Circe]

"A excellent idea Miss De Luca," Circe will indeed provide her contact information, "It is always good ta have a reliable product. And I never deal in shit materials. I only deal in reliable or quality machinery." The Summer shakes her head as she smiles, "I can offer many services ta ya. Even custom mufflers ta fit yer equipment. Though I think ya could be more interested in my work as a product fixer then that. Or my work in web security, oh ho ho ho." The Summer Queen could do both of those things. Even if her expertise in web security was in breaking in rather then keeping out.

Circe gets serious again, "I can call ya and ta see what sizes yer lookin' ta find. Then check local stock and the, uh back order." That was an interesting way of putting it. At least De Luca had understood what she meant.

Circe can't help but giggle as the Don next to her laughs. "Everybody has their secrets. Women especially," she looks to Emily with a wink, "Add on a little layer of mystique."

Circe leans closer towards Emily, "Like what ya just said. Yer familiar with the night life. So what are ya, a investor? Owner? Well placed friends? Or is it a secret?"