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Post by Silas Rosier on Nov 28, 2008 6:41:53 GMT 1
There we go, another one that thought dancing at a strip club was somehow shameful. Silas snorted and looked back at the door Ed had left through earlier. Seriously, how long did it take to get a box of drinks? Speaking of drinks, Silas realised his own glass was now empty and he leaned forwards to grab the bottle to pour some more. At least Lovely had worked through a lot more than he had so far. Silas preferred to have his wits about him at least enough to perform a Sobering Charm if it came to that.
Ed it seemed was taking his sweet time, which left him with no excuse not to answer Miss Pink. He’d rather it not dissolve into an argument about whether or not strippers were abused victims, because every time someone brought it up that’s where it inevitably lead. “Demeaning? Hardly,” he scoffed, putting the bottle back down. “I’m not holding a wand to anyone’s head and making them do anything. They’re all here by choice and you’ll find most of them enjoy being the centre of attention.” He was definitely thinking of Roxanne there. The girl’s enjoyment on the job was something to be admired even if it wasn’t exactly considered a respectable career choice. Mama Weasley might have a thing to two to say if she knew about it.
“As for work, don’t shrug it off just yet. In the V.I.P rooms it’s 20 galleons a song, each song is 4 minutes, that’s 7 songs in half an hour, which is 140 galleons at the end of a half an hour shift. And say, that’s done four times in a night, then that’s 560 galleons at the end of the day, and that’s not including tips or rooms of more than one person. If you’re any good and know who to target you’ll be surprised how much people fork out. I got one girl who rakes in about 20,000 a month,” he explained in a curiously businesslike tone. Hopefully his math wasn't off, he hadn't been paying attention. “I bet Zonko’s, or Ed’s little establishment here for that matter doesn’t pay that much in a year,” he added, taking another jibe at Ed as the opportunity presented itself.
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Edward Johns
Adult (A)
The Hog's Head Barkeep
Totally screwed.
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Post by Edward Johns on Dec 3, 2008 14:13:19 GMT 1
Edward stood still and stared at a case of firewhiskey. He was prolonging the inevitable; he would stand in the cool room as long as possible. Anything to escape Silas. He could hear the other man’s voice dully through the walls. Ed huffed he hated the sound of that man’s voice and how it was usually being used to embarrass him. Lightly he hit his head repeatedly on one of the shelves, making the bottles shake threateningly.
He sighed; he couldn’t hide in the storeroom much longer. The usual drunks would notice and start stealing things. Reluctantly, Edward picked up a case of whiskey and trudged back through the staff only door. He eyed Silas suspiciously as he put away the new bottles of firewhiskey. There was a good chance Silas was either charming her into sleeping with him or working for him, one or the other. He could have sworn he heard a snipe about his work too.
“Hey Lovely, you talk to him much longer you’ll end up working for him,” Ed had no idea that his words may actually be true. Oh well if Lovely ended up working for Silas he could always take pride in the fact that he got to her first.
“Another bottle for you two?” Ed offered automatically as he began to wipe down the bar.
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Post by zizi on Dec 6, 2008 10:02:24 GMT 1
[/color] OVELY KNIGHT[/size][/font][/center] As Edward came strolling back with more alcohol the girl gave him a long, calculating stare. There was something in his tone of voice, the nonchalance, that irritated her. Edward Johns could care less if she demeaned herself with becoming a stripper and that instantly had the girl feeling used and abused; vindictive and spiteful. Without even thinking she casted a brief, chilly stare Ed's way before smiling coyly. "Too late; we were discussing profit, dear." Lovely informed him with a tone of complete stoicisim, "-and I have to admit; the income could be quite grand..."Her sterling gaze turned upon Silas now and she smiled politely at him; her teeth dazzling with brilliance even in the dim lighting of the bar. "Did you need a demonstration and some point, Silas?" She asked with faux interest; an eagerness in her voice that would have been unfathomable to anyone that knew her well enough. Lovely Knight was known for being reckless, impulsive... maybe a tad risque at times but they would have never suspected she start dancing provocatively for cash - especially since her family was wealthy and she was entitled to a piece of the Knight fortune herself despite being the black sheep of the family. X O X O [/ul][/left][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jan 3, 2009 6:46:58 GMT 1
||OoC||I’m back to posting now. Muse is still dead though, which explains the suck. || Aaaand, bang. Score 1 for Silas, which made the tally even now at least. Lovely’s nonchalance was quite amusing. Whether she honestly didn’t care about what happened to her or she just really wanted to piss Ed off (girl after his own heart, if that was the case) it was impossible to tell only by her manner. The inscrutable ones were never as much fun, but never matter; he’d work her out eventually.
”Well, naturally,” he replied, trying to figure out how to phrase things so as not to derail the nice direction this conversation was going. ”It doesn’t matter what you do or when, just as long as I get the peace of mind you’re not going to get stage fright or something. After that you can start when you like. Nothing personal, just bad for business if you show up and clearly have no idea what you’re doing.
”And as for you Ed, if I didn’t know about your idiocy first hand I’d say you were psychic,” he added with a smirk. ”Either that or you were eavesdropping. God knows I don’t really want to know what you do when no one’s looking at you.”
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