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Post by skyeknight on Jun 3, 2017 23:05:02 GMT
"I don't fucking care!" Axel snarled.
He didn't care about how people tasted. He didn't want his people being eaten. Or turned. She was focusing on the wrong thing. Her people. Not his. Though, he should have expected as much from her. He took a deep breath. He was getting fired up, egged on by the old crone. After a moment, he managed to control the building anger.
"What happened to Lola was an accident. Travis was just trying to push out the last customers at closing. Your girl shouldn't have stayed out so late. She knows her condition. He didn't."
Granted, they got her back inside before she burnt alive. She only suffered a sunburn. No one wanted a death on their hands. Travis had felt awful for it. He had been the first to act, by slinging his jacket over her and carrying her back inside. They had even let her stay in the back of the establishment until sundown. All taking shifts to tend to her injuries with aloe and whatever else she had asked for (including food), because despite knowing who she worked for, she was a customer who had simply been trying to have a good time. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. This wasn't getting anywhere. There was too much animosity between the two bars.
"I'm not asking anything too hard. Just a truce."
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Post by Zuyuri on Jun 4, 2017 0:34:58 GMT
Cruella's face became stone. Oh, no no no. A tantrum like a child wasn't going to get what he so desperately wanted. So, she folded her fur-clad arms and tapped her cigarette holder against her arm. Once he was calmed down, they could continue their conversation.
An accident, hm? Was an accident having her come back to Mina as red as a crawdad boil? Lola was a newborn vampire, naive to the world outside of being a vampire. She had come back simpering of being burned not just by dawn, but by the garlic oil Travis had on his hands. Had Cruella been more full of heart, she would have given the girl time off, simply taking out a few fifty dollars off of her paycheck for being foolish. Though, to be fair, Axel and his crew did make sure she didn't die a horrible death.
"I suppose since you did keep Lola alive, we can call a truce. However, we should remember free-will plays a factor, too. Both of us."
It was frustrating to admit, but some of her clients had shimmied over to Bourbon. There was no hypnosis at play, no burnings, no nothing. It had been their choice, and it was a difficult piece to swallow.
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Post by skyeknight on Jun 4, 2017 1:30:31 GMT
"Now that, is something I can drink to." he said.
If they kept their businesses neutral ground, he could be happy. His bar would be safe from Mina and their lot, her bar would be safe by any retaliation from his workers. He wanted to avoid a full out bar war. The city was big enough for both establishments to thrive. Both of them catered to a different sort of audience. Both of them had a different feel to them that was geared towards a different group of people. Axel's was more pub-like whereas Mina's made you feel like you needed to take a shower after leaving. It gave the feeling of a high class place, but everyone knew what it was.
"Glad we could work this out."
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Post by Zuyuri on Jun 4, 2017 2:04:40 GMT
"I'm afraid this time, you'll have to suffice with something not on the house."
They may have come to an agreement, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to go all buddy-buddy on him. The rich folk coming to Garcon Perdu and making things beautiful in the cesspool of the city was good for business. So long as he didn't try anything funny, his clientele and workers would be safe. For now. She grabbed an unlit cigarette from the pockets in her jacket, and made an condescending noise of agreement with Axel's point.
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Post by skyeknight on Jun 4, 2017 2:43:12 GMT
"I'll go mix my own drinks at my bar. But thanks."
It wasn't quite the hands off policy he wanted, but a truce was good for now. He could re-try his flameless streak. Hard to do after he had broken that, but like his junkies, he would break the habit again. At least he didn't have to worry about himself becoming the drink. Axel watched as she reached for a cigarette. He shrugged, snapped his fingers and a flame appeared. He held out the flame to Cruella. He might not like her, but he managed to negotiate something out of her. The least he could be was civil towards the woman, even if he hated her guts.
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Post by Zuyuri on Jun 4, 2017 3:47:03 GMT
Despite the bickering stopping, Cruella felt the tension still in the air. That cigarette was calling her, almost as strong as hypnosis from her breath summoned breakfast. She reached a hand into her pocket, fishing for the antique lighter. A smell of burning caught her heightened nose, and she looked up, almost confused. Axel had snapped a flame for her. Addiction beat out her resentment of him,and she put her cigarette in. The tip sputtered until the green smoke began curling upward. Cruella smirked evilly as she brought the holder to her lips, puffing away. "I'd ask about your family and if they needed work, but that'd be breaking our truce." That and the last thing she needed was constant reminders of him stinking Mina
((End thread))
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