[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

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"Alice," he offers this character's name with another easy smile, pretending not to recognise the name at all. "-Cartier. Alice Cartier." He adds, almost as an afterthought.

There's a slight stand-offishness to Aliceb (she's a business persona, afterall,) but one must make the effort for someone who so kindly bought them a drink. "Do you do this sort of thing often?" He gestures to the drink, "it's very kind."

[acrookedchild]

"When I think to," she admits. "Happened to be at the bar and saw you were done." With a small chuckle, she adds, "And I've learned not to buy them for guys. You'd be surprised how many act like I've insulted them if I send a drink over."

It was totally fine for them to send a girl a drink. But being sent one? ...Sometimes that was worth the price of the drink by itself. Just getting to see their indignant reactions.

[falsify]

That makes him laugh softly, "they must feel like their masculinity's come under fire."

[acrookedchild]

"Which is what makes it fun," Abby admits, grinning a little. "Really, if a guy's been obviously eyeing me and being a creep about it? I do it just to get him off my back."