[open] Aces take your time

[falsify]

A;

You're at one of the nightclubs in South London; they're always best at this time of year in some people's estimation. Much livelier, better music, and the summer promotions are always better in July than in August. It's when the promoters are finally in the swing of things, but they still need to try that extra bit harder to entice people to come inside.

What might stand out to the keen observer, is a rather attractive woman sitting at the bar. Nothing so strange about a good looking woman hanging by herself in a club of course, but what might strike a person as odd is the wide berth people seem to be giving her. No one sat next to her, barely even anyone acknowledging her as she nurses her drink - glancing around the room on occasion.

But maybe there isn't anything strange to you about this, maybe this is just the person you're looking for. Following rumours or a tip about someone who'd be good business to get to know. Or maybe you just fancy talking to a pretty lady for a bit.

Have fun with that.

B;

There's a cool breeze on the air on this fine afternoon. Eames wanders through Camden enjoying it; London's humidity come summer has never been something he's overly fond of, but today it's tolerable. Lots of people out and about, sitting by the lock or dodging flierers on the street, but he moves through the crowds easily. A certain fondness for the area that sometimes makes him think - he doesn't fuss too much with who owns what borough, but this is one he'd certainly like to see taken from the Council's control. Honestly there's a sad kind of irony in one of the last homes of punk in London being beholden to the "protection" of such an establishment.

Never the matter, he supposes. Not much to be done about it right this moment.

He has an ice cream in his hand because he's a grown-ass adult and he can do what he wants, and he's currently engaged in a heated debate with one of the vendors in the Stables Market. A man selling vintage furniture who thinks he can get away with jacking up his prices because he's in a popular area.

In his wild gesturing-- well. Either you dodge it or you don't, but either way all Eames has now is a hollow waffle cone sans ice cream and a laughing salesman. What a day.

C;

Or, whatever! HMU on Plurk if you've got something particular in mind, or just. You know. Bug Eames.

Also brackets are cool, I can do either.

Comments

[warmheartedly]

"Pleasure to meet you, Eames." She looks back at the items when he gestures to them, her expression taking on a quality of wistfulness and a bit of sadness. "A bit. Just looking back at some things that, um, I know very well."

Seeing that the lamp happens to be hers, a wedding gift from a friend before it was pawned off for money. Not that she holds it against Francisco to sell it. But-- "As pretty as it is, the lamp was never valued at that much. I'm surprised he's trying to hawk it off for so much."

[falsify]

"Welcome to Camden," Eames says with a smile, gesturing broadly to all of the overpriced, second-hand furniture. At least the guy running the place has decent enough taste to get away with charging so much for all this stuff. "He makes a fortune off people with more money than sense."

[warmheartedly]

"I just wish it wasn't with our lamp," she remarks dryly. She looks more upset at the idea of people being swindled of their money then her lamp being hawked off. Really, she's fine seeing it there out of reach.

At this point what other use does it have besides it being one of important sentimental value to her?

Er. Anyways-- "I take it that you're not one of those people? Hoping to give him a taste of his own medicine or see if there's anything really worth your pounds?"