the openest log to ever open! <3

[defies_reason]

When; Evening of April Fifth
Rating; probably varying by threads
Characters; EVERYONE IS WELCOME
Summary; Big ol' open log for the grand opening of Isaak's bar~ Feel free to come and socialize, even if you don't know the guy! Hooray!
Log;

Word has been spreading, in a quiet sort of way-- a tasteful poster here, an idle comment there, a few personal invitations (with varying degrees of detail) delivered by Isaak himself, and (of course) the polite request that others pass the word along. Simple, but (one hopes) effective.

The Wolf's Den is luxurious without being overly ostentatious; it's warmly lit and comfortable in spite of its newness, with comfortable leather seating and a well-stocked, under-lit bar. No detail has been overlooked-- and, perhaps, no expense spared-- from the hardwood floor to the ornately-tiled ceiling.

There's plenty of food and drink to go around, and as the evening gets underway, Isaak is contentedly mingling among his guests, socializing and keeping an eye on things in equal parts.

So, have a drink; make some new friends. Everyone is welcome, here.

Comments

[whitetwoguns]

[Welcoming he is. An open invite to the City (even though it is an establishment for one taste) welcoming still and still! White is still shaking his hand and then stops, intending to let go.]

No shit? It's beautiful.

[The place. As for his plan...]

I wish I had your sorta drive. I'm not too good at being self-employed. You make being a start up look easy.

[defies_reason]

[He shrugs, as though it were easy.]

Experience and no small amount of luck with investors, really.

[But he'd have made it work one way or another. He's too accustomed to getting his way to settle.]

What do you do, if you don't mind my asking?

[whitetwoguns]

Money alone goes so far. It takes a mind.

[With experience. And Mr. Isaak is a silver fox with some years on him. Already that gains a little admiration from White.]

Me? I do work security.

[And not at any mall. The way he presents it as factual and something he wants to discuss makes it not a job but a career.]

[defies_reason]

Is that right? Well, always good to know someone in that line of business.

[Well-dressed and well-mannered as this silver fox is, he's done his share of less-than-fancy jobs. Some you could call security, in fact, though not of the legal stripe of course.

There are advantages to having a tall, broad-shouldered man standing behind you now and then. In certain situations.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Line of business has a nice ring to it when it isn't all dirty, underhanded sort of work. The casino just so happens to patron and be run by questionable people. Is that truly anyone's fault? No. This is the closest thing Mr. White has had to a legitimate job in decades. It makes Larry really crack a grin. He's doing okay there.]

I know a thing or two. Let me know if you got trouble.

[Without at all knowing of what the man is capable of. Common courtesy.]

[defies_reason]

[There's a certain charming novelty to legitimate business, at least thus far. But he can respect it. At home he's far beyond that sort of job; that doesn't mean he thinks any less of it. And certainly, on principle, he appreciates the offer. That is absolutely a vote of confidence.]

I certainly shall.

[He doubts he'll need the help, really, but that doesn't lessen the gesture.]