Dec 14 20:34:13 109 PA - Visiting a Spa to Blab About Nothing
From Chronicles
Dec 14 20:34:13 109 PA.
SAGE ALTERNATIVES
It seems this is a fairly good day at Sage Alternatives as a party is shown into the dining room and some customers soon come out of the spa area to make their way onto other things. Sage is playing hostess in a stylish dress.
Gabriel isn't stylish, but some men do just look good in uniform. He might be in the utilitarian version rather than the dress version, but damn.. not bad, particularly for a man his age. He walks into the front area, leaving Friday behind the curl up near the door. "Afternoon, Sage! You look striking today. Looks like business is good!"
As the stream of customers seems to abate, Sage turns her attention to the new arrival as if he's just another customer before she pauses in the middle of her standard greeting. "Hello Gabriel." She adjusts smoothly with a small smile. "Yeah, we had a bunch of things scheduled around the same time today." She adds, taking a moment to glance around and seems to be satisfied as she lets out a relaxing breath. "So, what brings you around?" She asks simply.
"Nothing important," the man admits. "Just making the rounds, checking in with friends. Ruby mentioned you, thought I'd stop here on my way. You know, she valued your life directly over fifty-thousand others. Guess it's a good marriage you guys have going. Congratulations." Gabriel offers a half-bow, half-nod common in military protocol.
Sage smiles as Ruby is mentioned, "Only fifty-thousand?" She asks with a little humour, before nodding faintly in return. "Thank you. She's had a way of lighting up my life." She adds, "No pun intended." She adds, before shaking her head a little with a smile re-taking her lips. "I guess you're talking about the concert?" She asks simply.
Gabriel nods. "Yes, the concert. I can't speak for her music or her other performers, but I'll go out on a limb and guarantee her security against anything reasonably expected. So a sudden Coalition attack doesn't count," he adds with a wink. "She's got a funny way with her. Don't get me wrong.. but her concerts are, ah, unusual. To me." The last two words are tacked on almost apologetically.
Sage raises a brow, "Oh, I don't know... the way the news and people talk sometime, it sounds like it should be among the most expected." She comments with the curl to her lips afterward to show she isn't being very serious. "But, as long as we can avoid something like that other time, that should hopefully do." She adds, before considering the man and his comment. "As for the performance, it does sound like this one might be a little stranger than others... but I'm curious to see how things play out." She admits.
With a shrug, Gabriel says, "I asked her about being chained up. I guess she's free, but... talking with a strip club owner about outfits? It's a bit... risque. For my liking." Old man, or distant past? Who knows. He doesn't seem fond of the strip club part, either. Still. "Last time she didn't hire anyone with experience, I think was the problem. *Real* expertise, that is. Anyone can be a big thug at the door of a nightclub. But securing a stadium like that isn't the same. Of course, it could all go terribly wrong on my watch too." He smirks. "But I don't think it will."
Sage hms softly, "Well, I had thought about having Fizzlesnoot be part of a fashion service around here... but he ended up taking over that club, so we haven't really gotten a chance to collaborate directly. But, I was the one that did her hair all shiny like that." She comments, not seeming to dwell on the club itself. She takes a moment to consider the next comment before nodding. "I helped with some of the ideas on things she could do... but we didn't get into talking about security since she was handling most of the arrangements." She replies, "I'm glad you're handling it this time... and, it does tell me who to go complain to if things go horribly wrong." There's no threat or humour in last part of the comment. "At any rate, all we can do is try our best to do our part and hope for the best." She adds.
"If something goes horribly wrong, I will probably be dead, having gone down with the ship," Gabriel says, with definite humor in his tone. Honesty though, too. "I'm sure it'll be fine. Her hair is lovely; not exactly what I'd look for myself, but quite nice. The uniforms?" He squints one eye and wobbles his hand sideways. "I'm happy for Fizz, I'm the one who passed him the job. But I'll say, I'm disappointed as well. I suppose that's my own arrogance getting in the way, though. Still... whatever his addition to this fund-raiser, as long as it fleshes out my wallet for the purchase, I'll be happy for it."
Sage's gaze considers the man for a moment, deciding to simply give the faintest of nods in response to the man's honest humour and assurance. She offers a shrug to the comment about the uniforms. "Artists don't always think along the same lines as the rest of us. And, perhaps much differently than you are used to." She comments, "Dare I ask what you would consider normal for attire on a performer?" She asks, "And, I am hoping the fund-raising turns out well. I think that's one thing we can all agree on."
Gabriel shrugs. "Nice knee-length skirt, leg hugging. Petticoat over a blouse, small hat. You know. Like the Andrews Sisters," he grins. "Though I'm sure you don't know. Just say far less skin and leave it at that, perhaps. I think that my time was more... ah, how shall I put it? Restrained and civilized?" No, the Kentuckian can't help but add a low chuckle to that.
Sage chuckles faintly, "Perhaps reserved might be a good word for it too." She comments, "But, no, I couldn't see Rubidia sticking to that sort of thing." She adds, "No, she's meant to be a handful..." She muses, before pausing as Maria calls down the hall towards her before turning her attention to Gabriel. "Sounds like I may be needed in the kitchen." She says, "Is that all you wanted to chat about for now?"
"Just checking in to say hello. If you need anything, feel free to swing by," Gabriel says, taking his cue.
