Mille 011 - KICKING OFF THE 20'S THE RIGHT WAY!

[prettyhazknight]

Who: Mille AND THE WHOLE OF SOMARIUM
Where: MAMA MILLE'S SPEAKEASY
Style: I'll open this in third but everything else will be in first!
Status: OPEN TO ALL MILLE'S VICTIMS...I mean

Comments

hey boss-man

[foundaprincess]

[After loitering around the club for nearly three hours, Eugene was on the brink of just throwing off the meeting and calling it a night. He liked the club well enough but he found that he couldn't enjoy it as well as he liked when he had business to think of.

He had ordered what was to be his fifth and last bottle of beer when he spotted the man swathed in dark clothes seated at one of the more private areas in the club. Great. How long had he been sitting there like that without letting Eugene know that he was already there?

Though he was slightly insulted (a typical feeling when he had to deal with around this guy), he made sure that his approach was both discreet to others and obvious to the agent. He took a seat at a nearby table, downed about a third of his drink in one, long go, and spoke at a volume that was easily masked by the ambient bar noises] ...you sure took your time showing up.

[prettyhazknight]

[Really now. Did you think your handsome backside would go unnoticed by Mama? Not to mention the handsome rest of you. Special (possibly secret) meeting? What meeting?

Here comes the flapper who owns the place right up behind you. Your boss is used to these antics by now so Mille is just going to slip right in....

....and let one hand firmly grab your backside. Doesn't matter if that butt is on a chair. Mille likes~]

1/2

[chose_death]

[The agent chases down an olive with a sip of fizzy water. If Eugene were to take a discerning look at Javert's face and lightly exposed collar, he would first notice a long, slim razor nick on his cheek, and then a red and purplish bruise forming swiftly just outside the collar bone. Nonetheless, he takes his time setting his glass down. It is a rather cold and indifferent reception for his annoyed secret subordinate.

Neither does he turn to regard Eugene when he finally does speak, through his teeth, his lips hardly moving.]

What do you want? A telegram? [A low 'hmph.' He chooses his words with exceptional care.] There was an... unexpected hitch. The opera ran long tonight.

[Or at least, that is one sly way of putting his operation at the opera house that night.]

All that has suffered is your patience and mine.

2/2

[chose_death]

[Javert sees you back there, Mille. Without missing a beat, he raises his tone to issue a rigid greeting to the eponymous Mama of this establishment.]

A fine evening to you, Feuille, [says he glibly, his lip stern.] Does this stranger meet your lofty standards?

1/2

[foundaprincess]

A telegram would have been nice- [the sarcasm injected into that last word stops as Eugene's mind catches up to his mouth. Unexpected hitch. Opera. Javert never said anything meaningless.

With a sigh, Eugene took another pull at the bottle in his hand-]

2/3 <--- :Db

[foundaprincess]

[-and because this is his fifth bottle and he is slightly buzzed, he does not notice that sneaky hand until it, well, catches him.]

ACK! H-hey now-!

[The gesture to his bottom causes him to inadvertently stand up, and he has to take a moment to grab at his drink before it topples.]

3/3 FAIL AVERTED

[foundaprincess]

[Thankfully, the moment gives him enough time to recover his composure.

He turns to Mille with an obliging smile]

Please, miss, if you wanted a piece of the action you could have just asked.

[and to his superior:] Do you know this enchanting lady, Sir?

/pretends there was no fail

[prettyhazknight]

[This one is adorable~ He's going to have to keep an eye on him.]

This enchanting lady owns the place.

[chose_death]

Evidently.

[Is that twitchy crooked smirk on Javert's face at the term lady real or imagined? Either way, blink and Eugene would have missed it. Javert's face becomes an indifferent, impenetrable mask once more.]

Feuille here has an annoying habit of initiating regulars.

[foundaprincess]

An initiation, huh. [And by the owner of the club no less. He'll be cozying up to Mille now.] So did I pass?

[prettyhazknight]

[Oh? You wanna get cozy? Here, have a flapper in your lap.] I'll let you know, dear~

[chose_death]

[Javert snorts. To the federal agent, Mille's presence is merely an impediment to business talk. The more impediments there are, the longer they must delay speaking of their next tasks in this tireless, unending war.

At this rate, he may need a refill of his water and olives.]

You would be on the streets if you did not. [He looks at Mille with a meaningful grimace.] Are you charging extra for privacy tonight?

[foundaprincess]

[Eugene is enjoying this. Why are you trying to ruin his fun, Javert? D:]

You and her are close, right? [as he puts an arm around the woman (as he believes) on his lap, his eyebrow raises in a subtle manner meant for Javert, alone, to see] I don't see why Miss Feuille can't stay and listen in.

[prettyhazknight]

You already know I can keep a secret, dear~

[Mille gives him a look. Javert...he's not saying anything because that would mean his poor girl would be upset. Protecting Mille's girls is the number one priority here.

Clearly, he won't say anything to anyone.]

[chose_death]

--Quite.

[Javert bares his teeth (and all of his gums) in a humorless smile. Rather than answer his subordinate's question, he pushes his dish of olives toward them. He didn't need to sarcastically quip about helping themselves to his swiftly dwindling snack.

He changes the subject seemingly at random.]

Business is booming for a Wednesday night. Is there an occasion?

[foundaprincess]

I think I've changed my mind about you, Sir. You're a good sport.

[Eugene looks quite contented with his lap full of gorgeous.]

A bit famished over here, love. Think you could help me with those olives?

[And after a wink at Mille he redirects his attention to Javert. What on earth is with that mundane question?] Aren't Wednesdays always this busy? I don't really see a difference in the usual crowd.