This Jarmyn is so much more serious than Liam ever is when he's off duty. Quietly telling me that he works for Valmont and then he offers, Haven’t got much in the way of things to trade, God’s honest truth, unless you’d like a bottle of fruit brandy that’ll set you on your ear after two glasses. Belongs to me. I know better than to pinch from the bar.
I like how he is quick to add that the bottle is his rather than from the bar. I grin. Bet he'd be surprised at how much I can take. I'm really tempted to tell him that I bet I could take three glasses of his fruit brandy. But he's continuing, Can also give you cash, although maybe not as much as you said, not all at once, at least.You tell me what its worth to you to cut my hair and finish my back, and I’ll deliver it.
I think that he really means it, the way he swallows and his quiet, level serious voice. Makes me less tempted to play the really outrageous barter games and inflated prices I might with someone else. Besides since I left the Carnival and it's still in town with bad feelings rising I'm not inclined to risk pissing people off. Bad for business and survival.
I tilt my head a bit as I give it and him some serious consideration. "My roommate keeps me pretty well supplied with booze so maybe I don't need a whole bottle of brandy."I start, "But cash is always welcome and since you're not planning on leaving town anytime soon we can probably work out something. Maybe I'll give you some work around this place." I could also have him help me move some boxes or maybe pulling up weeds in that garden the previous owner left me. It's almost Spring now and I should probably do something with it. might have to ask Nohte about weeds and general garden maintenance, cuz I have no idea of how to look after plants beyond making sure they get water when it's not raining much.
He smiles as he completes his offer, And as for services, well…Please, Miss Verite,Will you let me show you? That last is said in a whisper. It makes a pleasant shiver run down my spine. He hasn't moved any closer, has made no move to touch me, is just waiting patiently for my answer.
A wicked smile curves my lips and I beckon him to come a little closer. "Alright. Show me." I think he can read my expression well enough to catch the unspoken addition that his demonstration needs to be good.
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Date: 2010-09-13 07:34 am (UTC)I like how he is quick to add that the bottle is his rather than from the bar. I grin. Bet he'd be surprised at how much I can take. I'm really tempted to tell him that I bet I could take three glasses of his fruit brandy. But he's continuing,
I think that he really means it, the way he swallows and his quiet, level serious voice. Makes me less tempted to play the really outrageous barter games and inflated prices I might with someone else. Besides since I left the Carnival and it's still in town with bad feelings rising I'm not inclined to risk pissing people off. Bad for business and survival.
I tilt my head a bit as I give it and him some serious consideration. "My roommate keeps me pretty well supplied with booze so maybe I don't need a whole bottle of brandy."I start, "But cash is always welcome and since you're not planning on leaving town anytime soon we can probably work out something. Maybe I'll give you some work around this place." I could also have him help me move some boxes or maybe pulling up weeds in that garden the previous owner left me. It's almost Spring now and I should probably do something with it. might have to ask Nohte about weeds and general garden maintenance, cuz I have no idea of how to look after plants beyond making sure they get water when it's not raining much.
He smiles as he completes his offer, That last is said in a whisper. It makes a pleasant shiver run down my spine. He hasn't moved any closer, has made no move to touch me, is just waiting patiently for my answer.
A wicked smile curves my lips and I beckon him to come a little closer. "Alright. Show me." I think he can read my expression well enough to catch the unspoken addition that his demonstration needs to be good.