Feb 02 15:50:38 106 PA - Vixen takes the news of the Joy's purchase so well

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Tue Feb 02 15:50:38 106 PA.

Aimee's door is unlocked and the loud music blaring out into the hallway from there makes the door vibrate in the rhythm of the beat. Inside, she is laying on the floor, surrounded by pieces of paper, her hair tied up into a loose bun, strands falling out. Her usual look is layered with smudges of ink from the pen in her hair, and she has another pen stuck into the bun. A third is held between her teeth as she reaches out for a sheet to one side. She is mumbling softly to herself.

Kid comes stomping up the stairs in the Cheapo, wrenching her helmet off firmly as she pauses at the top, shooting a glance down the hall. Her expression is a dark one. Storm clouds on the rise. THe heavy music will veil her heavy tread as she heads right for Aimee's door. Though the firm knock of it open is sure to get attention, as is Kid's yell. Used to yelling over the sound of loud music, she's learned how to make herself heard. "What the hell is going on!? You bought The Joy?" Her opening salvo as she rolls up towards Aimee, looking fit to do something drastic.

Aimee rolls over to look up at Kid, her mouth curving into a broad grin. "Yeah. Yeah I did." She laughs, amusement dancing in her eyes, directly from Kid's reaction. "What? You didn't think I was serious about wanting a club or something?" She sits up then, looping her arm over a bent knee. She reaches up, pulling the pen from her bun, causing it to tumble down loose over her shoulders.

Kid crosses her arms over her chest and meets the amusement with a lingering upset. "Yeah.. make your own, I thought. Not go around mucking up places that are already good," she replies, eyes narrowed just slightly. Her eyes dip towards the papers and she asks, "What are you planning?" She moves forward, looking to get better view of those papers and what is scrawled on them.

Aimee's movement casually covers the papers, a smile on her lips, "Mucking up? You got some faith in me, girl." Her comment comes with an edge and she uncoils, pulling her papers together into a pile and rising to her feet. "I'm planning lots. You got a problem with me owning it, girl?" She rests her hands on her hips, facing Kid's upset with directness.

Kid frowns when she's prevented from spying, not backing down from that directness. "That's what I'm here to find out about," she replies firmly. "You and me.. we don't really got the same tastes in everything. And I'm not the sort to just have faith. I look and learn and decide from something real what I think about anything. If it turns out I don't like what you're doing, yeah I'm going to have a problem with you owning the place. I've been going to The Joy for years and losing a place where I can relax don't rub me right."

Aimee puts her papers on the desk, face down, before turning to face Kid directly, leaning against her desk, her arms folded. "I see." She comments quietly, giving Kid a look that suggests serious cogs are turning behind that pretty face. "You know, honey, you'd have done better to just come in and ask quietly, with a little respect." She rises, moving to the side, pouring herself a drink without offering one to the other woman.

Kid frowns at that and states, "You don't hear me calling you nothing. You don't hear me screaming at you or anything else. You know I don't do quiet, especially when I'm upset," she returns. Of course, there is the music as well, which makes quiet sort of hard. "And I am asking right now. You can't tell me if someone took up something you like and have liked for most of your life and went on changing it that you'd just be so sweet and polite in asking about it."

"I would if I wanted something from that person." Aimee's face is hard, her green eyes iced over. "There is no call to be coming here and shouting your head off, honey." She takes a sip of the glass, regarding Kid seriously. "Otherwise people might not put the offers to you that they were planning." Her voice is soft, smooth, utterly calm and business-like.

"Well I had to yell, you had your music up," Kid states, bringing up the common sense. Her arms remain crossed, finger tapping lightly on the edge of the helmet she casually holds. "And I call bull on that, girl. You ain't the sort to do anything like that soft when you get your back up." Her voice has come to a more normal level, though she's still upset. "Don't taunt me, ok? This ain't a light thing to me. If you got something to say, say it. Maybe I ain't all sweet and polite, but I am listening."

She gives Kid a steady look, her face kept straight for a few moments before she laughs, a good loud laugh that warns up the chilled eyes. She takes a swig of the drink, turning to pour one for Kid and holding it out. "Stupid bitch." She comments quietly. "Want to be my DJ?" She takes a sip of her own, watching Kid's reaction over the rim of the glass.

Kid only seems to get more upset when Aimee laughs, her eyes warming dangerously. And she seems about to say something more when Aimee asks that second question. That gives her pause, though her frown lingers on as she eyes Aimee. "Be what? You offering me a job?" It obvious enough she hadn't expected such a thing.

"No, honey, I'm trying to seduce you." The sarcasm is lying heavily on those words, "Who else do I know that does music like you do? Also it would be of use to me to have loyal people around, considering." She doesn't expand on what that is considering but green eyes are serious, all business now. "You get paid a salary and you get to play music. Opening with a live bit, closing with live possibly, and you in between, keeping them on the dance floor and thirsty."

Kid frowns, though some of her upset has been replaced with uncertainty and no small flicker of interest. "I don't know who you know.." Beside the point, but it's something to say at least. but after a few moments she breaks from that uncertainty and gives her shoulders a faint roll. "Considering what?" She catches on that unknown. "I can be loyal.. when I got a reason to be. What do you have planned, girl?"

Aimee lifts her eyebrows slightly, arching one above eyes that hold that businesslike look. "Considering that the club won't be the only business ran from there." She moves over, putting the glass near Kid on a table before sitting on the desk, watching Kid thoughtfully. "Mon chat and mon minet, they put the money in so the club, it is theirs but..." She shrugs lightly, "I will be running it."

Kid smirks faintly at that and doesn't need another clue. She's silent again, considering. "You really doing this? I mean, you are, but this is serious, right?" A pause before she voices her thoughts further. "I got a good job.. I hate it, but the money is decent. And stable. I dunno if I can go back if if skip on em. I'm not downing on you or anything, but it's something I gotta ask."

"I haven't got plans to muck around with this, honey. Mon amours, they paid out four hundred thousand for this, so it is serious, oui." She taps the pile of paper with a fingertip. "Kesslan, he knows the staff now and so he will decide which to keep, and they will do security, and me, I run the rest." She sips her glass, watching Kid's reaction.

Kid's eyes widen slightly at the amount of money that went into this. Her expression shifts then, thoughtful on the matter. She's delaying. Uncertain. But she is considering it, unable to just say no right off. She seems to realize this suddenly, making a faintly disgusted noise. "Why am I even thinking about this?" Whatever detail goes along with that thought goes unsaid as she says, "Yeah.. I'll do it. But it can't just be me.. everyone's gotta have some downtime. But maybe I can help you find another to trade off times. Someone to do days, mostly. I figure the place will be most busy at night."

Aimee watches the decision being made with a steady gaze, confident in the result. When Kid decides, Aimee smiles, a feline satisfaction in her eyes. "I thought you would." She returns to her drinks, pouring another, glancing to where Kid's glass just sits. "So, we need to decide on when we run things and what we run." She drops herself into the sofa, hooking up a leg to curl an arm over. "I thought perhaps some live acts some nights. Perhaps a showcase thing one night."

"Showcase?" Kid casually questioning the details of that before she adds, "Amateur nights would be good. Lots of people out there are looking for a place to show their stuff. Could be a draw. Charge a little commission and let them strut their stuff. Real live acts can be costly.. gotta pay them, but new talent is cheaper. Not always so good, but.." She shrugs her shoulders a little. "Helping some small timers make the big time is a rep boost."

"New talent gives us a chance to pick up the best of the new before anyone else, and we can weed out the worst of them before letting anyone on stage." Aimee is all business, serious as she taps a fingernail against the glass in her hands. "I'll do some singing too, perhaps have one night live act a week, one night amateur so..." She leans back in the cushions, tilting her head. "Four nights DJing pure, which is your gig, and one night off, closed."

Kid considers that and gives a slight nod. "Yeah.. that don't sound too bad." Four nights of work a week being appealing all by itself. "Sounds like it could work.. though I do wonder what you're planning when it comes to changing things. I suppose I can handle it if things get worked over." She tilts her head just a bit and wonders, "Why the closed night?"

"Slowly. We've got time." She glances up, her gaze thoughtful below heavy eyelids. "The closed night is for private club. We let people hire the club on one week night, just for them and their friends." She smiles, lazy catlike, "Or perhaps for them to do business there or meetings." Her voice is soft, persuasive.

Kid doesn't seem to find that idea too bad a one. "Yeah.. not a bad way to get some more cash flow," she murmurs idly. "But if we're gunna do any discreet things, we'll need a discreet place.. bug detectors, rooms made to be one hundred percent private. I know a little something about surveillance systems. Setting them up and blocking them out." She grins lightly. "I don't suppose that'd be helpful."

Aimee lifts her glass in a small salute, her smile widening. "Oui, precisely. And so, you work four and a bit nights. And I pay you well, and you are loyal to me, oui?" She leans forward, resting her elbows on the couch to look up at Kid with a serious face. "I trust mon chat and mon minet but you, you are mon ami, and together we can make a killing here. And pay the boys back for the club."

Kid snorts faintly and states, "If you think you can get that many creds out of this place, you got me, girl. I can't even imagine having that much damn money. I'm in. Might have to do a little looking for some proper security materials, but I got some contacts I can query. See if there's anything for whatever you might want."

"Desmond, he thinks perhaps of using the same technology as the library to stop magic and fights. We will have no weapons, but ours, and there will be no fighting of the gangs in there, or we will kill them." Her words are calm, steady, with no sign that she doesn't believe they can pull this off. "People, if they wish to use it for business, must live by our rules."

Kid considers that and has her doubts, as is clear by her expression. "That's a dangerous prospect.. but it would be better if you keep things friendly as long as possible. Best thing you can hope for, I think, is to make the place neutral ground as far as they're concerned. If you can manage that, then you're golden for the most part. There ain't too many places like that around. They don't respect much."

Aimee nods, taking in the doubts, her face determined. "We aren't in the heart of gang land, and it is more valuable to them as a meeting place than another place to fight." She observes, rising from the couch, moving to pick up the papers. "We do good drink, we keep the place clean. Mon chat, he says no drugs." A slanted look at Kid, her thoughts well concealed.

Kid only shrugs at the drug note. "As long as I can have a smoke in a backroom or something, I don't care. I don't get myself messed up on anything but booze and weed," she states. "Hard shit don't appeal to me." She considers again, then walks over towards the couch herself. "If you have good quality booze, even better. The Joy never had the best, but I doubt half the people there cared, really." She settles down into a corner, an arm dangling over the side of the couch with her helmet dangling from her fingertips.

Aimee returns to the couch with the papers, showing Kid a list of drinks and prices. "We keep both. We keep offers on the shots, for those clients that don't care what they are drinking, and we keep nice stuff for those that care and will pay for it." She runs her fingernail down the list, giving the prices another look over. "We undercut the other clubs slightly with the shots, making it back on quality stuff, because they don't offer that."

Kid leans over a little to get a look at the list of prices. Her eyes slide down the list slowly as Aimee speaks, ultimately drawing a slight nod from the girl. "MIght work.. And since you're in the North, it won't be out of the question for some folks to come by from other parts of the city.. people that tend to have more money for the better stuff. If we get popular, maybe get a small reserve of some real expensive stuff for those that got lots of money to burn and want to show off."

A flicker of a grin and Aimee nods, reaching for another sheet. "See, we charge people to enter the talent night, only a small amount, but club entry is free that night. Then we can snap up the ones we want, the singers that rock and the others..." She shrugs lightly, sitting back. "So, what do you think?" She asks quietly, her eyes searching Kid's face.

"I think that it might not be a bad idea to try and get some talent scouts in on those days," Kid murmurs thoughtfully. "Maybe try and get a cut for any good talent found." She glances towards Aimee. "Make some good will.. get more big names in there." She pauses, then adds, "I think it's good. All we gotta talk about is the looks of the place. Can't be too high class.. or too low."

Aimee nods, making a note on the sheet about talent scouts. She reaches up, twisting her hair and stabbing the pen through it, keeping both out of her way. "I'm thinking a dance floor in the middle, with round small tables around the edges." She reaches for another sheet, showing Kid two maps of the club, one current and another future. "See, we have the stage here, which turns into a dancing podium if we don't have live acts that night. DJ booth is here, visible but out of reach so no jogging or interrupting." Her finger sweeps across the floor. "Bar is here, and we have waitress service on certain nights."

Kid lifts her free hand to tap the future map lightly and murmurs, " The booth will have to have enough room for your whole sound system.. and a little extra room to grow. Proper racks for it and such.. but I can help you with those details. A lockable door and a tough window is good too. Don't want anyone in there that ain't supposed to be. That's a lot of expensive stuff and fumble fingers could fuck it all up." She pauses, wondering, "Why only certain nights?" She seems reasonably content with the general layout of the place, giving it no further comment.

Aimee nods, her face serious. "We keep some free for all nights, where turn over makes us a profit, to support the nights where we look at being higher class, a bit of live music and some flash and cash around, you know?" She looks thoughtful, "Use fingerprints or eyes perhaps to get into certain parts of the club." She gives Kid a questioning look, "Like the office, the sound booth and that."

"I wasn't going to suggest that, cause it can be expensive to get good quality gear for that," Kid replies, "But if you can get it, then I'd say get it. Keys and cards can be stolen. Harder to steal eyes and fingers without someone knowing." She grins idly at that. "I know computers well, so I can help maintain things like that. WIll be cake after dealing with morons that don't know how how to work nicely with computers." Kid says, "AFK a few mins"

Aimee nods slowly, her frown deepening as she pulls the pen out to make a note, causing curls to fall down once more. "Alright, gotta look into the price of that. Might have to be after we open unless we can salvage parts for it." She straightens, absently replacing her pen into her hair with a deft twist. "So ...we have a name for it. To relaunch under. The Alibi." She watches Kid's reaction, with a half smile.

Kid snorts faintly when the name is revealed to her, amused. "That name is just asking for a rep," she says, the amusement lingering casually. "Name's fine.. though if you do get some high security stuff like that, don't get it used. You want a clean system, make sure no one has no backdoors or glitches in it. If we do go lower, a keycard system is probably best. We can rotate it periodically, keep things secure."

Aimee nods, leaning back in her seat to sip her drink, her face thoughtful. "Good name though, huh? Perfect for our intent." She pauses, tapping the side of the glass with a nail. "I see lots of black and white, and chrome..." She murmurs thoughtfully. "Or old style, with wood and deep reds.."

Kid nods to the question on the name. "If you wanna mix it up, you might want some from both. Since, by the sound of things, you're gunna want to appeal to a wide variety." She pauses and asks, "So what kind of stuff are we running here? I mean, the discreet stuff. Lots of potential.. depending on what you might have in mind." Aimee tilts her head, thoughtfulness in her expression. "We don't have much funds to play with but we have a space that is private and secure, and people can come and go without suspicion." She observes, slowly. "So we can invite the boys from the gangs to consider it neutral, and milk that business a bit. A place trade can be done with a premium cost..." Kid nods her head at that. "Could put some word out on that. Maybe do some casual forgery. Start small and light. Then sort of let things develop from there. See what opportunities present themselves. It would be good to start small. Stepping on toes could make bad trouble before we're ready for anything like that." Aimee nods slowly, "Nice and slow. I move my working there, just keep it in the private office, and from there we see where we go. Move cautiously, so we don't stand on toes before we have ourselves ready." She sips her drink thoughtfully. "Still think I'm going to ruin your beloved Joy?"

Kid frowns faintly. "I guess we'll see how things turn out. Then she grins and reaches over to give Aimee a nudge. "You'll need a good safe. Just in case. No sense letting just anyone get a look at what you're doing, even if you have a locked office."

"Of course." Aimee replies softly, her face thoughtful. "A safe, oui, and we'll see..." She trails off, the cogs in her mind moving swiftly over the topics. "Oui." She repeats softly, giving Kid a look from through her lashes. "We're in business, honey.

Kid nods her head slightly, considering that. "I'd best go give NTI notice.. fuck it'll be nice not having to deal with that shit no more." She rises up, tapping her hip lightly with her helmet. "It'll be good to get out of there soon. After the mess of getting replacements, training and all that bull." It obvious enough she doesn't much care for NTI.

Aimee nods, her face thoughtful. "Yeah, you can help me run out the front until we get ready to close for refurb." She is clearly ticking through her thoughts and she pulls the pen from her hair to begin scribbling once more, rapidly becoming lost in thought.

Kid nods a bit. "Will be a bit before I'm out, but once I'm out I'll do what I can. Hell, for a steady job where I only work four days a week, I'd do a lot." She smirks a bit. "Let me know if you need something before then. You know where to find me."

Aimee glances up, grins and nods, returning back to the papers. She begins to mumble softly, moving figures from one sheet to another, her face intent. Tags: aimee, kid