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| Scene Title | A Proposal |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Adam and Brian meet up at Old Lucy's and Brian offers to join the ELOE |
| Date | July 31, 2009 |
Old Lucy's has a vibrant and lively feel to it, from the dark wooden floors to the shady crimson walls lit up by neon lights and many times, the flashing of cameras from the oft-crowded floor. The mirror behind the bar reflects prices of various drinks, bottles lined up, as well as the entire saloon as seen from the bartenders; bolted-down stools line the other side, and there are loose tables and chairs placed all around, though many times they find themselves pushed back for more space within the center of the saloon. A few speakers are placed at strategic places and around a raised stage to the far corner from the bar. Above the counter, an obviously well-used bar is hung; it is this that the girls working will use should there be dancing, which is one reason many patrons choose to come aside from the drinks. Across the bar and near the back, there is a door that leads to the owner's office and just inside a stairwell that leads a apartment on the floor above the bar.
Adam has a thing with corner tables. Perhaps it's just a viewpoint thing, or perhaps he thinks there's something a tad more prestigious about them. At any rate, he resides in a corner, sipping on a swedish beer. He's got three other men with him, including Michael. They appear a bit tense, as if waiting for something to happen. Although it's no mystery, he's looking for Brian.
He's been waiting and watching. His first reaction was to take Monroe's girl, punish her for Adam's hasty actions. But since then he has had time to think, time to cool off. But when Adam himself marches in with his three thugs, Brian figures it's time to move in. One of the thugs being the guy on TV with Adam, he still has to be suffering from gunshot wounds.
Wading through the crime scene and media circus outside, Winters nudges his way into the bar. He is dressed neatly, a crisp black suit with a starch white shirt underneath. Sunglasses are taken off cleanly as he arrives. Rotating he glances at the corner table. His sunglasses are tucked into the top of his shirt. He appears to be alone, walking over to the table, Brian waits for someone to offer him a seat.
When Brian shows, Michael tenses up which tenses the other two goons up. Adam holds a hand out as if to calm them, or at least to keep them from action. He has his elbows on the table with his hands bunched up. He considers Brian as he walks over towards the table and gestures to a seat, "Please, do sit. Can I order you anything? It's quite interesting business going on outside."
Going to take a seat he glances at the three men that aren't Adam. He shakes his head when he asks what drink Brian wants. "No, thank you." He responds politely, watching Michael for a moment. "I'm surprised you walked in here. With all the police outside. After the stunt you pulled yesterday, one would figure you might lay low. I know you're immortal, but these three." Brian makes a pointed glance at Michale. A little shrug is given, before he returns to look at Adam. "That wasn't very nice, what you did yesterday Adam. One would guess with your age, you would have learned manners by now. I say I want a meeting and you try to kill me?" Brian leans back. "I thought you were a business man."
Adam tilts his head for a moment as he studies Brian and listens to his scolding. He steeples his fingertips for a few moments before he says, "Leverage is also important in business. However, I'm not clear on what business you have with me." he pauses for some moments, "In fact, it's that very unclarity that lead to the events of yesterday. Truly, if you had been more straight forward, all sorts of unpleasantness could have been avoided." he ignores any questions about the cops or what not. And here is Adam, placing the blame on his attacking on the person he attacked. "Usually, if a person wants a pleasant sort of meeting, they will at least offer their name."
"Don't try to put this on me, Monroe. I've been very patient and tolerant, and I am continuing to do so. You made a mistake, yesterday. I could react angrily, but instead I choose to forgive and approach you with my original plan. This time I will forgive and forget. But I issue some advice, Adam. You're moving around with a great amount of pride. Immortality, doesn't make you invincible." Brian murmurs before folding one leg over his knee.
"Now. I've come to offer you my services."
Adam squints a moment as he attempts to comprehend Brian's words. It's really not quite what he was expecting. He unfolds his hands and leans back in his seat as he studies the other man. Still not knowing his name, he still has some idea as to who Brian belongs to, but now is time to make a gambit to attempt to verify it. "You want to work for me? But don't you work with Phoenix?"
"I offer my skills for your money. I'm not coming to the company picnic, but I'll get the job done." Brian says coolly. Folding his hands over the table he tilts his head at Adam. "Who?" He asks in a confused tone. Watching Adam closely, he keeps his hands on the table. "Don't feel honored, I'm not here to work for the great legend Adam Monroe, I'm here to work for the great legend Benjamin Franklin."
Adam looks as if he doesn't quite buy the 'who' comment but lets it drop. He takes the time to take another sip of his beer and then offers to Brian, "It tastes just like cherries." with that, he considers Brian and says, "Alright. When there's work, I will contact you." he says, "But, I should know your name."
"That's the easiest interview I've ever had." Brian says with an arched brow. "No tests or anything, it's that easy?" He gives a light hum. He looks over at the three men for a moment. "No wonder you guys got hired." A little smirk is delivered at them before he returns his gaze to Adam. "You can call me Brian."
Adam shrugs his shoulders a bit, "Why not? I'll just send you on a tough assignment and if you succeed, then I'll know it was worth it. And if you don't…well.." he wipes his hands as if suggesting he'll be rid of Brian. I wouldn't get terribly excited yet." he says as he watches the man, "To be honest, I'm still not sure this isn't a trojan horse ruse. But time will tell. And as the obstacles are passed, so the rewards shall increase, hmm?"
"Could be." Brian admits to the Trojan horse ruse. "But I already know where to find your girl Kaylee. And I've had several opportunities to kill off your men here." Brian gives a nod to Michael. "But I haven't." He points out.
Reaching into this pocket a single card is slipped out and slapped on the table. A phone number is scribbled on it. "You can reach me at this number." Winters says softly, pushing the card forward.
Adam reaches forward and takes the card, sliding it back towards himself quietly and says, "Why settle for a vassal when you could have the kingdom." he returns. He pauses, "But we will see what comes of this, Brian. I find it all curious, but we'll see if it's for the best. I do pay well, that much is true. And if money really is your only goal, then I suppose our arrangement shall do well over time." he leans forward with a friendly smile, "Welcome to the organization, as it were."
"Very well." He says, backing up in his chair. He pauses for a moment. "Man doesn't live on bread alone. Of course my motivation is not only money. Money is a means to an end. But, I will get the job done. If you need someone taken care of," he waves his hand dismissively. "Gone. You want information, you have it." Standing he pushes the table back in. "Oh, and Adam. I have respect for you, but you're not the only capable one in the street. If you ever give me an ultimatum and one option is death." Brian takes a moment, eyeing the rest of the men. "I won't be so forgiving." And with that, he turns around.
Adam waits for Brian to be out of earshot. He turns to Michael and asks, "Ultimatum? When do I give ultimatums?" Michael shrugs, but sighs, clearly not agreeing with Adam's hiring, but keeps his mouth shut. The other two goons, not really in the circle of influence of power just seem to be ok with the fact that no gun fighting had to happen with the cops so nearby.