And just what is a clearly underage person doing in this establishment? Excellent question. Audrey seems to have a mission, where being in places where your ID suggests perhaps you should find a place that sticks to soda and pizza. Maybe skeeball. Don't kids love skeeball? Even so, Audrey's here and holding one of those professional leather looking portfolios. She's wrestled her long, dark hair into two braids... which probably doesn't help matters when it comes to looking older. But she's dressed in jeans with only one rip in the knee and a t-shirt that informs you that Vermont is for lovers. She's wandering the joint, taking in the place. Looking at labels. Making slight faces. "I can't believe the selling point of wine is that it tastes like dirt..." Her observation to no one in particular.
"It's a popular mistake, actually. Unless you want to sell cheap wine, in my opinion." An intimidating man in his 50's says. He just popped from the green door labeled 'Private'. He's wearing an expensive looking tailored suit and a cane made of mahogany with a silver handler in the shape of a crow."But aren't you too young to be talking about the taste of wine, miss?" He asks as he heads closer to the girl. Maybe a little bit too close.
Is it too close? By the way Audrey seems to tense and swell a bit in the chest, as if she's standing her ground... maybe. But all the same, Ben's appearance and subsequent invasion of her personal space doesn't seem to have worked in charms in the 'scram kid' department. "Wine's not really my thing," she informs him, it's more factual than snotty. And perhaps raises questions about just who has been giving her wine. Still. "But are you the manager?" The folder she's holding shifted, held against her chest and secured by crossed arms. A subconsciously drawn up shield.
Noticing that he doesn't have an effect on the petit girl, Ben steps backwards and looks the girl from top to bottom and making a stop at the folder on the girl's chest."Depends on who wants to know." He offers giving her a menacing smile as he puts both hands into his pants' pockets.
The vein above Audrey's eye pulses just a tick. It happens quick enough that its entirely something you might miss. The way her mouth pulls into a flat line for a moment at Ben's run-someone-off smile is maybe less harder to miss. "You leerin at me like that for a reason or you want me to leave?" She asks, all flat like her mouth and to the point, a rind of slight exasperation on it. "I work over at the Badb Catha and we're gettin' screwed on one our vendors and I was looking at other options..." The reason of why she wants to know dangled out there before she ads on the who. "I'm Audrey Wilson."
The corner on Ben's mouth twist upwards just slightly and the man nods once."I see. It happens that, luck for you, this place is in need of someone." He then starts moving calmly as he looks around."Do you know, by any means, what are these items? The ones this shop sells." He asks glancing briefly at the girl as he gives her some space. His eyes, though, don't look less intimidating.
"Have you been in the-?" She asks, the question not really finishing itself out because it already seems to assume that he has not. "So, it's like.. Irish sh-" Was that a swear cut off in mid-sentence? In fact, it was but Audrey seems to rope it back into place. Professionalism sometimes required. "Just... we ordered some interior decorations to go with the murals on the walls. And the vendor kept saying it wasn't in stock and then they found something but they're saying the supplier is different." She grimaces again, likely aware that this more information than Ben needs. "Anyway, I just thought this place might carry some Celtic-stuff and we can mention that it came from here so after we liquor people up, they'll come over and spend money on..." Her eyes trace the place, as if this is all incredibly foreign to her. "Stuff."
Ben nods as he sits at one of the armchairs. The sequence of moves he do are done in a very precise and classy way. One leg over the other, the adjustment on his suit's jack and the hangs he puts together over his lap."This place here is about magic. Magical supplies. Athames, crystals, tarot deck." He pauses and stares at the girl for a moment."Does any of these items tell you something? I mean, if you're here looking for a job, there is a reason, of course. But what I want to know is if you know what you're going to sell because things here a bit more complicated than selling booze to the drunks. No offense." He explains calmly and grins.
"It's a bar?" She asks, confusion sewing notes into it. "We're open. And. I work there? I don't need a job. I just... thought-" Uh. There's a hesitation, an unspoken 'uh'. "Yeah, I mean, I know what these items are but, our general clients don't. Or they do but in a very Harry Potter way?" Her head cants slightly, looking at Ben now with slightly raised eyebrows.
Ben arches a brow in confusion."Sorry, miss. I thought you were looking for a job here. The manager does pay well. More than the other places, actually. And I could talk to him and give him your name. If case you were looking for extra money." The man says as he stands up, recovers his cane and starts walking back around again. The cane, obviously, is just for show. He has no problem walking with his both legs.
A hesitation stutters. It's on her face. Maybe in the air, too? And it's finally now, in the way she's taking a step forward toward Ben like something other than this job is slipping away from her. "I - yes, sure. I mean, I need another job, too. I just work nights at the bar. And I don't have a roommate so..." The slight clammor in her voice will probably be a source internal 'you idiot' chiding later. But, that's not now
Ben grins in that menacing way again as he stops and turns to look at Audrey."Nice, Miss Audrey. Here, take my number and give me a call later. I'm about to head about to a meeting and will talk to the manager after that." He says taking a greeting card out of his jacket's pocket. It's all glossy black with silver writting. There is only his name 'Benedict Utridge' and a phone number on the piece of paper.
Audrey turns the card over in her hands, examining it. "Thanks - you're an Utridge?" She asks, looking from the card to Ben and back again. The card is pocketed, slid into the back pocket of her jeans as she looks at Ben once more.
"Indeed I am, Miss Audrey." Ben says before opening the door leading to the private area."Have a good day." He says before closing it back and leaving the girl alone.
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