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audio - june 21

[faceofthe4]

[Johnny's trying to sound much more upbeat than he actually is.]

I have a bottle of something like coconut rum and I want to have some fun tonight. Come to my place?

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[Funny, Bryn is trying to do the same thing. Her powers are fading and Grantaire is gone. Getting out is exactly what she needs.]

That sounds good. What time?

[faceofthe4]

Late. I'll be around.

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Alright, I'll stop by after dinner. Might even have a bottle of something to supplement your rum.

Audio;

[manofiron]

Yeah? How can I help you?

[ Sounding at though it’s coming from somewhat further away, a dry, sarcastic British voice responds; ]

I believe you placed the call, sir.

Oh. Right. Yeah. Sorry. Wrong number. Anyway. Yeah, I was wondering if I could get a large cheese pizza? Extra cheese. Light on the sauce. And an order of buffalo wings. And a six pack. Do you have those? I’ll take two, actually. Better safe than sorry.

Audio;

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[Bryn stares at her console a long moment in confusion. She's never had a pizza, never heard of buffalo wings (they have wings?) and it's only the mention of cheese really that gives her an idea that he's trying to order food and drinks.

Sighing, she replies:]

Hey, hi, sorry, not open for business yet. Still looking for the space but even then we're not really doing delivery...

[...though that's something to consider later.]

If you're hungry there's probably something open near your suite?

[manofiron]

[ He blinks, momentarily confounded by the answer. Yes and no? It takes a second for him to puzzle out what that means. ]

So, like, when are you opening?

[ There's a tone to his voice that suggests that he's expecting the answer to come in the form of hours - like in two hours - instead of days. Largely because he didn't hear the part of what she's said about not actually having the space for the restaurant. ]

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[Bryn's not really in business mode when someone calls her personal line, sorry Tony. She can only assume someone heard she was trying to open a place and is responding based on that.]

I couldn't say for sure. Once we find the right location, maybe a few weeks?

[She sounds apologetic at least.]

[manofiron]

You want some help with that? I mean, not right now obviously. It's... whatever time it is and I'm still looking for the pizza. But, you know, I can help you out with that whole location business.

Hell, I could probably buy a building for you if you wanted it.

[ Does it matter that he doesn't know who she is? Not at all. Money flows through Tony's fingers like water. And he pays about as much attention to it. ]

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[Bryn stares at her console for a moment. No, longer than a moment. Is he serious? No, drunk maybe. Wait, no, what if he's serious?

She has the money, god knows she has the investment from Bruce Wayne, but if she had the building taken care of, she could pour that into renovations, interior, all kinds of things...]

Just like that? You'd just buy me a building?

[manofiron]

Sure. Why not? You need one, right? And that costs money. I have money. Problem solved.

[ In Tony's world, it really is that easy. ]

What sector do you want it in?

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[...she'll believe this when it happens but hey, on the off chance that he's serious:]

As close to the center of the city as possible, so sector wouldn't matter as much and it'll be as centrally located to all of the locals as possible.

[manofiron]

Center city I can do. How big do you want it?

[ That's maybe the most important question of all. Tony's a subscriber to the bigger is better philosophy, but he's aware that that isn't always the case with most people. ]

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I'm thinking two stories, but I want to make sure the rooftop can be renovated to support people as well. I've been searching for a few weeks now for the perfect space in my budget.

[Too big would be too much to manage off the bat, and if this really takes off, she can always expand or take over a neighboring building. If available, anyway.]

december 10th . evening . text .

[puppetfetish]

meet me in your bar tomorrow afternoon.
1:00 P.M. sharp.
dont be late.

- bro.

_{[ Well. He doesn't give you much of a choice, does he? ]}

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Already going to be there on shift.
There something you need or do I have to wait until tomorrow to find out why you're dropping by?

[puppetfetish]

youll have to wait.
dont require anything else sides yourself.

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Fine fine, be that way.
But I'll be there.

[And all too curious.]

[puppetfetish]

not one to spoil anything.
SHIT WILL HAPEN WHEN IT HAPENS.

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No way, SHIT WILL HAPPEN?
Do I need to reinforce one of the rooms?
Maybe call for witnesses?
Or clear the bar entirely?

Does this thing involve strong drinks?

[puppetfetish]

y.
all of the above.

_{[ joking, of course. ]}

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I'm going to have to bribe cops to look the other way before the night is out, aren't I?

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[puppetfetish]

you know it.

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[puppetfetish]

actually i just.
HAVE A THIGN.
for you.

if that satisfies your curiosity much.
& something to talk about.
but in person.
which i suppose could be over a drink.
in the middle of the goddamn fuckng afternoon.
hell fucking yes.

??? . january 5th.

[puppetfetish]

_{[ looks like you're gonna be finding this pinned to your door; feel free to text him back about this. I'm sure Bryn knows by now how Bro writes and his vague mannerisms, so maybe she can find out more about it. ]}