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Vincent Drake:
Vincent was currently sitting on a bar stool at the moment, the name and location of the bar where not important but what was important was the fact he was in the middle of a debate, one of the greatest questions faced by mankind was going to be answered by the Daeva this night. . .honey mustard, Chipotle mayo or cheese whizz to go with his Onion Rings?
Arthur Franklin:
As Vincent mulled over this very important decision a table of four nearby got up from their seats, the quartet of well-dressed gentlemen in good spirits by all telling. Three of them headed off for the door while Arthur made his way to the bar, not quite done with his evening out just yet. Spotting Vincent a kilowatt grin formed on his pleasantly polite expression, sliding into the seat beside the Daeva. "Good evening. How goes, Mister Drake?"
Vincent Drake:
"Honey mustard, Chipotle Mayo, or Cheese Whiz." he intones, "For the Onion Rings. . .I'm debating what my dip should be." he stares at the rings like he was defusing a bomb, "How are you?"
Arthur Franklin:
"Hmm...tough decision." He sat and properly pondered that, eyeing the crisp rings of deliciousness. "I'd lean towards the chipotle personally, but I like things on the hotter side."
"I've been very well, thanks for asking." He replied with another beaming smile. "Just finished a little business meeting with some new associates and have the rest of the evening to myself."
Vincent Drake:
"You heard the man, chipotle mayo," he shouts before swirving his seat to face him, "Christ I'm bored tonight, nothing and no one to do at the moment and I'm running low on ideas, did all my shopping earlier and I have more than a few hours to kill."
Arthur Franklin:
Arthur chuckled at the call-out, putting in his own order for a negroni before looking back to the young Daeva. "The joys of being a night owl, yeah? Stuck with your own thoughts once everything shuts down for the evening?"
Vincent Drake:
"I was always a night owl, now I just have to schedule shit better," he shrugged, dipping a ring and taking a bite after the mayo comes, "So, how's it going setting up shop?"
Arthur Franklin:
"Therein lies the rub. You have any kind of assistant for that sort of thing, or still handling it all yourself?"
He thanked the server for his drink, taking a sip before replying. "Very well. Been putting feelers out for potential clients and have an office set up for shipping and receiving, so I'm pretty much ready to go."
Vincent Drake:
"I have a girlfriend and she is wondeful and has the best Tonys." he beams, "Well, that's nice, I could use some help with distribution of product." he shrugged, "It's hard being a small buisness owner."
Arthur Franklin:
"Right...how long've you two been together?" He smirked a touch. "That it is. Finding a niche in the market is always a hassle, but once you get it settled you've usually got it made."
Vincent Drake:
"Like, two months," he shrugged, "Really need to get a date night, it's been a while." he shakes his head, "Well, I've found mine and currently building on it." he smiled, "So, Philly native?, forgot to ask."
Arthur Franklin:
"You definitely need to work on your scheduling if you're letting something like that slide." He chuckled, shaking his head at the question. "New York City, born and raised. You?"
Vincent Drake:
"I was born in Philly and I'm going to die in Philly." he chuckled, "Never going to leave the city, she's been good to me and I'll repay her every chance I get."
Arthur Franklin:
"Sounds like a fine plan." He raised his glass in a small salute. "I didn't have much keeping me in New York after my time abroad, as it were, and Philly seemed a better place to come to than some of the others I looked at. No complaints so far about it."
Vincent Drake:
"We have the best soft pretzels in the world," he grinned, "Philly Pretzel Factory, it it art and no one can convince me otherwise." he ate another onion ring, "Can't wait for Baseball season to finally start."
Arthur Franklin:
"I'll take your word for it." He took a sip of his drink, nodding. "Regular season starts in two weeks. You a hometown fan on that front as well, I'm guessing?"
Vincent Drake:
"Chase Utley and Shane Victorino are my personal heroes," he nodded, "Not much of a sports fan but baseball. .. baseball is the one that just clicks."
Arthur Franklin:
"Right there with you. We always had tickets to the Yankees games when I was younger and I loved it. Something about the tension before the bat and the ball connect and you see where it goes always did something for me."
Vincent Drake:
"Exactly," he exclaimed excitedly, "Football is so fucking boring, Baseball, something happens every minute and being their, at Citizen's Bank with a hot dog and drink, it's just. .. magic."
Arthur Franklin:
"Here here." Another raise of the glass in a toast, followed by a small sip. "They don't call it America's favorite pastime for nothing."
Vincent Drake:
Vincent took another Onion Ring, "So, I think we can help each other out with our small buisnesses, prehaps we should discuss it sometime."
Arthur Franklin:
"Definitely. Think I gave you my card, yeah?"
Vincent Drake:
"I should get a card," he pondered, "Vincent Drake, an experience," he chuckled, "I like to think I'm a good experience, although some people seem to have the urge to pull their hair out when I'm done with them."
Arthur Franklin:
"Not a bad idea. I know everyone's got those smartphones that you can tap and share information, but there's some artistry in a well-made business card." He grinned, giving Vincent a curious look. "Oh? Do tell."
Vincent Drake:
"Everytime I met someone, four things happen, I eventually fuck them, make good friends with them, they think I'm an idiot, they want to see me dead," he laughed, "I'm guessing. . .this is going to become number two," he gestured between them, "I'm reading a 'good buisness partners' vibes from this, I could be wrong but then I'll just reject that reality and substitute my own, just Dungeonmaster it."
Arthur Franklin:
"Definitely not the first one, you're not my type." He offered with a bright grin, sounding more amused than anything. "I'll hold off on the third until I see you at work, but you seem like you've got promise."
Vincent Drake:
"I've survived the last eleven years on the streets with the brain I have, I got to be doing something right." he smirked, "But, I don't want to just survive, I want secruity, hence why I'm trading up."
Arthur Franklin:
"Touché." He nodded in return. "And you've got a hell of a hand lifting you up, too, being with who you are at the moment. Her family's nothing to mess with."
Vincent Drake:
"Which is why foundations need to be laid before we get to that point," he muttered, his look darkening a tad, "Lelouch didn't kill Charles in an instant, it took years of careful planning and meeting a sexy witch, but eventually. . .well, all hail Lelouch."
Arthur Franklin:
Cue a curious arch of the eyebrow. "...I got questions, if you're saying what I think you're saying, but I'm betting here's not the right place for them."
Vincent Drake:
"Oh, don't worry, I'll answer," he takes a breath, "Charles was the Emperor of Britannia and Lelouch's father, he exiled him and his sister to Japan after their mother was killed as hostages, but invaded anyway leaving them to die, years later Lelouch met a sexy psychic witch who gave him the power to brainwash people, and he became a terrorist leader dedicated to destroying his homeland and killing his father, eventually becoming the next Emperor himself and taking over the world, I hope like him, I'll take over the world, maybe kill my old man while I'm at it."
Arthur Franklin:
Arthur sat back in his seat as Vincent spun his little tale, taking a sip of his drink and holding the glass in hand. To the Daeva his expression was inscrutable, nary a hint of the man's thoughts showing through the blank facade. When he finished the Wizened nodded, allowing a small smirk to form. "Sounds like you've got quite a climb ahead of you, then."
Vincent Drake:
"Oh it's going to be a long one, but when I finally reach the top, well, all hail Lelouch." he grinned
Arthur Franklin:
"Best of luck. Considering how tightly that particular tick is dug in you're gonna have your work cut out for you."
Vincent Drake:
"Slow and steady wins the race, got out of my head and calmed down, assessed the situation, long term plans are better than a blaze of glory." he laughed, checking his phone, "I should head out, we should have an official meeting sometime, you can find me in Hunting Park, just ask for the Shogun." he says before heading out
Arthur Franklin:
"Not like you don't have plenty of time these days anyway." Arthur chuckled, raising his drink in one last toast. "You got it. Have a good night."
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