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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 19:47:52 GMT -8
Mistoffelees slipped into the speakeasy, having been there often enough by that point. Glancing around, he saw where the manager was and made his way over.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 27, 2011 19:49:32 GMT -8
Lou looked up from his paperwork as the small black cat approached him. "Yes? Can I help you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 19:54:24 GMT -8
Misto's tail flickered behind him. This wouldn't be too hard, right, he was good with words and all that? "You're Lou Page, manager right?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 27, 2011 19:57:57 GMT -8
The tabby's ears flickered. "Yes, that's me."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 20:07:21 GMT -8
Misto swallowed. "Right. This isn't a complaint, but honestly, your gin sucks."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 27, 2011 20:10:28 GMT -8
Lou's brow arched and he leaned back in his chair. "Well, as it's not a complaint I'm going to assume you have an alternative to offer me?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 20:19:06 GMT -8
"Yes," Misto replied and paused. "This was a very abrupt sales pitch wasn't it? But at any rate, your supplier is worse than even usual, and while I assume that's because you want to spend the money on other types of alcohol, I still believe what we could offer for about the same price would be of a more decent quality."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 27, 2011 20:23:11 GMT -8
Lou surveyed him. "Do you have references or do I simply have to take your word for it?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 20:25:15 GMT -8
"Does a sample count as said reference?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 27, 2011 20:31:38 GMT -8
"If you have it." Lou responded.
Coricopat slipped into the Chrysalis, his eyes briefly scanning the speak. He frowned deeply as he saw the small black cat talking to the manager. What the hell was he doing there? The mottled tom made his way over to his preferred table, settling down and trying to concentrate on the music.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 20:33:59 GMT -8
"Of course I..." Misto started to say, some movement to the side catching his eye and he turned in time to see Coricopat settle down at a table. He stared for a moment before snapping his attention back to the manager. "Do."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 27, 2011 20:36:33 GMT -8
Lou's brow rose as he followed the other cat's gaze. "I don't believe I got your name? Or the price of your gin for that matter."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 20:40:01 GMT -8
Murmuring his name and the price, Misto kept his eyes firmly on the other, though his tail twitched behind him.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 27, 2011 20:43:08 GMT -8
"And the sample?" Lou prompted.
Coricopat's grey gaze drifted over to the black cat again. Cat, he wished he was able to carry a nailfile, at this point he was still using a cane and his claws were still bandaged half the time, though.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 20:46:19 GMT -8
Not saying anything else, Misto paused to hunt the flask down before handing it over, ear flickering toward Coricopat but he refused to turn.
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