07-14-2013, 03:24 PM
Jaxen pulled himself up after the commotion ended to take stock of the damage. He pat off his thighs, but the pants' sheen, formerly crisp and black, was flat and dusty now. The tux jacket and white tie were smudged on the front and no amount of swiping would do anything about it. Except get a new jacket. Which was an interesting idea. If Alla took the metro, she could be here in twenty minutes, he quickly planned out. Which left plenty of time to make it to Baccarat. Yeah. That'd work.
Jaxen was otherwise on better behavior while devils went about their business. They questioned everybody, even the guy from Pervaya. Security. Yeah that made sense. Including the stiff which strolled out of the back office. The old man was all business, but he didn't seem like the type to cut deals under the table about dusty trinkets. What could possibly interest a man like that in a place like this? Then again, old men had a tendency to drift toward odd fetishes. There was a guy in Amsterdam who collected rare earth-metal forged dildos. Bizarre, but hella valuable. Old timers stripped copper off sewer pipes just to galvanize the pieces. How much could a guy make off one platinum, double-chubby? Actually, Twenty two million. Jaxen frowned at the memory. That sum was about thirty-million short what he expected: the member hadn't been solid platinum. A shame. A guy just can't track down good quality dildos these days.
He kept an ear out for activity that seemed to indicate anyone snagging Denis. But nothing of the sort surfaced. Of course it was about this time Jaxen realized he was missing a cufflink. From the same arm he also wore the watch band, he realized, and his mind went blank with shock. That little punk!
He violently tugged the sleeve of the dirtied coat to his wrist, covering the lost cufflink and watched the guard help his client to his feet. With the old man's words, it all clicked. They were going to Baccarat. Perfect. He started to curse Denis again. More specifically, curse himself for swearing to look out for the kid in the first place, even if he had to swallow a frustrating taste of pride to do it. Then an idea hit him which significantly elevated his mood.
The devils left. The old man was gone. Jaxen was alone with the shop owner and the clerk. Contractor also gone, Jax took his chair and dug out the Wallet, shooting his beck and call girl a message and coordinates and to be bloody quick about getting here.
True to her job, Alla showed up twenty minutes later with a new coat and tie from his closet. This one was a white jacket with a satin black lapel and a red tie. It wasn't white-tie formal, but she did a good job with the choices. The shop workers watched as Jaxen traded coats with her and she did up the tie. It was not like he had a mirror handy.
"Hold this for a second."
He gave her the remaining cufflink while he put on the spares she brought.
"Do you want me to take it with me?" She asked.
He shook his head, "No, I'll hang onto it,"
he answered thoughtfully, took it back, and slipped it in a pocket.
After he was sure Alla was gone, Jax approached the counter. He shot the old lady owner a glance, but it was to the clerk he spoke. In fact, it was to the clerk he gave the cufflink. The pair had been extremely elegant. White gold set with a twenty-one carat diamond surrounded by another ten carats in black diamonds. Of course, as Denis made off with one, what was Jaxen going to do with the other?
Understandably, the clerk didn't quite know what was going on. He gestured that he take it once more, finally setting it on the counter instead. "For the trouble."
Jax nodded and left. Besides, he stole them off a D-IV patron eight years ago. Speaking of, he should really hit up Tokyo again sometime.
"Oh,"
he turned at the door, "Careful who you sell it to."
He nodded and left.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Jul 14 2013, 03:25 PM.
Jaxen was otherwise on better behavior while devils went about their business. They questioned everybody, even the guy from Pervaya. Security. Yeah that made sense. Including the stiff which strolled out of the back office. The old man was all business, but he didn't seem like the type to cut deals under the table about dusty trinkets. What could possibly interest a man like that in a place like this? Then again, old men had a tendency to drift toward odd fetishes. There was a guy in Amsterdam who collected rare earth-metal forged dildos. Bizarre, but hella valuable. Old timers stripped copper off sewer pipes just to galvanize the pieces. How much could a guy make off one platinum, double-chubby? Actually, Twenty two million. Jaxen frowned at the memory. That sum was about thirty-million short what he expected: the member hadn't been solid platinum. A shame. A guy just can't track down good quality dildos these days.
He kept an ear out for activity that seemed to indicate anyone snagging Denis. But nothing of the sort surfaced. Of course it was about this time Jaxen realized he was missing a cufflink. From the same arm he also wore the watch band, he realized, and his mind went blank with shock. That little punk!
He violently tugged the sleeve of the dirtied coat to his wrist, covering the lost cufflink and watched the guard help his client to his feet. With the old man's words, it all clicked. They were going to Baccarat. Perfect. He started to curse Denis again. More specifically, curse himself for swearing to look out for the kid in the first place, even if he had to swallow a frustrating taste of pride to do it. Then an idea hit him which significantly elevated his mood.
The devils left. The old man was gone. Jaxen was alone with the shop owner and the clerk. Contractor also gone, Jax took his chair and dug out the Wallet, shooting his beck and call girl a message and coordinates and to be bloody quick about getting here.
True to her job, Alla showed up twenty minutes later with a new coat and tie from his closet. This one was a white jacket with a satin black lapel and a red tie. It wasn't white-tie formal, but she did a good job with the choices. The shop workers watched as Jaxen traded coats with her and she did up the tie. It was not like he had a mirror handy.
"Hold this for a second."
He gave her the remaining cufflink while he put on the spares she brought.
"Do you want me to take it with me?" She asked.
He shook his head, "No, I'll hang onto it,"
he answered thoughtfully, took it back, and slipped it in a pocket.
After he was sure Alla was gone, Jax approached the counter. He shot the old lady owner a glance, but it was to the clerk he spoke. In fact, it was to the clerk he gave the cufflink. The pair had been extremely elegant. White gold set with a twenty-one carat diamond surrounded by another ten carats in black diamonds. Of course, as Denis made off with one, what was Jaxen going to do with the other?
Understandably, the clerk didn't quite know what was going on. He gestured that he take it once more, finally setting it on the counter instead. "For the trouble."
Jax nodded and left. Besides, he stole them off a D-IV patron eight years ago. Speaking of, he should really hit up Tokyo again sometime.
"Oh,"
he turned at the door, "Careful who you sell it to."
He nodded and left.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Jul 14 2013, 03:25 PM.