Mundane Madness [Open to Quinn]

[Cordelia de Clare]

The Bullet and Blade was still a bustling Inn, thanks mostly to Cordelia’s right-hand, Lacey. Lacey had taken up the mantle of Mistress while Cordelia had been living out her fantasies of becoming a ship’s captain and sailing the Jade Sea. Some things about the place had not changed though, the stool that belonged to Cordelia had remained empty the entire time she was away, the clientele was the same, and the girls were just as pretty.

Cord had arrived home through the portal that linked all of her establishments only moments before to a barrage of accusations and tellings-off by the aforementioned right-hand. There were not many people that she would allow to talk to her in such a way, but she was one. “I know… I know… I said it was a short mission. I know I’ve been gone for a long time. I know I left you all alone to deal with the business.” Lacey didn’t look best pleased with her ‘I know’ defence but the award winning smile now dancing along the Vixen’s lips took away some of the edge. “I brought you presents?” A brow arched slightly, as if buying her off would actually work. Lacey instead rolled her eyes and sighed, “You owe me a pay rise and a half.” Cordelia looked mock aghast but before Lacey could exact her revenge, she ran off up the secret corridor that served as both her office and her bedroom.

The room had been built in upstairs, hidden away from the main sets of rooms and sound proofed so that she wasn’t forced to constantly listen to the moans, groans and screams of the customers. The room itself was quite simple if not lavishly decorated with stark and contrasting black and white furniture and walls; split in two by curtains, the office part was where she kept the vast majority of the ‘information’ she kept on certain people, her accounts and the little black ledger that held off of her secrets. These were all kept in a magically sealed safe-box, hidden a place where no one would think to look. Cordelia slouched down into the high-backed chair behind her desk, and flicked at the massive pile of parchment that Lacey had left there on purpose. “Mmm, well… I suppose I could do a little paperwork.”

[Quinn O'Hara]

Quinn's home seemed non-existent, considering how much he spent on whore and other exotic needs. It was a surprise he had any wealth at all. It was a reputation he didn't mind having, it seemed to overshadow that of what he generally dealt in. Instead of staying put Quinn traveled from north to south only bothering to remain in one place no more than a night. The Bullet and Blades was no different, despite its familiarity and the safe haven it seemed to welcome he knew that keeping on his feet was simply the better option.

Lacey was a welcomed sight, she always was, it was as if he had watched her grow from a simple whore to a woman whom the Vixen trusted to practically help run the place. It was like watching your own daughter grow up in an odd way. She was greeted with payment on the table, he would stay here for the night, mainly because he was sure there was business to be had. Still once he paid he slipped through the curtains and through the halls ignoring the sights of those that welcomed his coin and time. Her wasn't here for them.

The woman he was there for would likely be in her office and that was where he was headed, a knock with a quick follow through before entering as if he were a welcomed guest. "They all look like they are glad to see you again," first her business partner and now Lacey, they all seemed to be as greedy as the vexed Captain herself. "Do you miss it?" His question was asked as he dragged a chair closer to her desk before having a seat himself, "or you ready to bolt back towards open waters," every part of him wished the former, he preferred the land.

[Cordelia de Clare]

Cordelia had managed to do very little work upon her arrival and was currently finding any excuse imaginable to ignore the massive pile on her desk. Until the knock on the door, she had been trying to balance a pencil on top of another pencil. Quicker than a fox chasing a hair, she made herself look busy – only to realize it was Quinn coming through. “It’s polite to wait for admittance, not just barge in!” She grinned lightly and leant forward to look at her sea-faring companion. “Do I miss it?” That was a question she didn’t really want to answer but she did, “I miss how it used to be. Things were much simpler when it was you, me, Georg and Adalric against the world. Now look at this…” She waved her hand at the paperwork. “This is just for the legal side of the business!”

There was a murmur of something or another but it was illegible and didn’t really mean anything. Cordy pushed herself to her feet and made her way to the well-used decanter under the window. Her gaze travelled down to the town below while she paused. She hadn’t ignored his last question; she was really just trying to find the words. “I wouldn’t go back out for as long as we did last time... I have duties here that must be attended. Besides, I’ve met some interesting people that I want to bring into the fold – I have plans, Quinn. Plans. They’re just in a holding pattern until I can bring everyone back in. Do you want to go back out onto the water?” A brow arched slightly with the question and she returned to her seat, glasses of whiskey in hand – one was handed over the table to him.