Log; closed; backdated

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

When; Monday, Sept. 19
Rating; Possibly PG.
Characters; Vicente and Mr. Orange.
Summary; Orange's first day of his new job. Time to meet the boss.
Log;

[Vicente sits on a bench in the pine area of Xanadu, awaiting his new employee. He's wearing his hooded, sun-protective cloak as usual, as well as some gloves and sunglasses. Sometimes he wonders how he got by in Cyrodill without sunglasses.]

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[orangetoughguy]

[What a weird looking guy....but beggars can't be choosers. Orange is pretty sure he's the one though. Orange comes up in his jeans, a t-shirt, and a lightweight flannel sort of affair with the sleeves rolled up. He's smoking a cigarette which he flicks out only after coming up to Vicente.]

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

[Looks up as Orange approaches.]

Welcome. Have a seat.

[orangetoughguy]

[He takes a seat one good space from Vicente but he does look at the man and wonder...]

Are you okay?

[Orange actually wonders if this guy has a skin condition.]

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't look away, watching Orange from behind the sunglasses.]

Indeed I am. Do not let my appearance unnerve you.

[Okay in terms of vampirism, anyway.]

[orangetoughguy]

Alright.

[A casual shrug goes here. He's got an eccentric boss on his hands.] Here's the deal, I'll run whatever you need but I don't do narcotics anymore. If that's what you're into I could change my mind with a little...

[See Orange rub his fingers together to gesture 'money'.]

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

[Raises a very pale eyebrow at Orange.]

I assure you, that is the last thing you will be gathering. I do not wish to cloud my mind with Skooma or this world's equivilant.

[He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded up piece of paper.]

This details everything I need.

[orangetoughguy]

Skooma?

[Never heard of it, but okay Orange takes the paper and unfolds it. He's reading over the list and it's surprisingly...normal if a little eccentric again. That pretty much sums up his whole first impression of Vicente. Eccentric.]

It's doable.

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

A highly addictive substance in my world. But that is not important.

[As far as he can tell, it doesn't exist in The City.]

I will provide the means to pay for all this, and expect to be given the change.

[orangetoughguy]

Sure I know how to keep receipts.

[Orange nods once, stretching out a bit on the bench.]

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

Once everything is taken care of, I will meet you outside the building you live in at six PM. We will exchange goods and payment then.

[orangetoughguy]

I don't take anything back to my place. [More like he doesn't want Vicente knowing where he lives.] The Library any close to you?

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

Very well, that is a fair compromise. Just know that anything lost will come out of your payment.

[orangetoughguy]

You don't gotta worry about that.

[Orange shakes his head with a slight smirk.] I'm a professional.

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

I should hope not. That Rogers fellow gave me his word on you, and I would hate for you to make a liar of him.

As for payment, I offer three Violets.

[orangetoughguy]

[Aw hell, he actually called Steve Rogers up? Well Orange has no plans to make a liar of Captain America.]

Three violets. [For what Vicente wants done that seems like a lot.] No catches?

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

[Helps that he rarely spends money. And he happens to be doing something that is netting him plenty of payment in his free time.]

No catches. Every Monday, I will send you the week's list over your device, and you will carry out my errands once a week.

[orangetoughguy]

You got yourself an errand boy.

[Orange holds his hand out for Vicente to shake on it. No tricks. He doesn't even think about how maybe the other man could be cautious of touching others, gloves and all.]

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

Welcome to your new job.

[Takes Orange's hand, shaking with with a grip that's firm, but not crushing. Though the grip suggests that he coud break the other man's fingers if he wanted to.]