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Post by dakota on Jul 15, 2008 7:28:36 GMT -5
" Boss we got a problem out here." Nicky, one of the dayshift bartenders called into Sasha's office door. On the video monitor, she could see that two gentleman stood at the bar, they're arms folded impatiently. They obviously were not customers.
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Post by jeflint on Jul 16, 2008 12:49:47 GMT -5
Sasha sighs mentally to herself and puts down what she was working on. "Very well, Nick," she says. "Offer them a soda and appetizers and tell them I will be right with them."
Looking at the two gentleman she gives them ten minutes of waiting before proceeding to her door and opening it. "Gentleman," she says in a pleasant voice. "Please come, sit." She motions to the two comfy chairs sitting not far from her desk. She sits down on the edge of her desk reaching for a pack of smokes, pleasantly she offers one to each and takes one herself, lighting and smoking. "What can I do for you?"
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Post by dakota on Jul 16, 2008 12:59:16 GMT -5
Both men refused the offer before the first one spoke. " It's not what you can do for us, but what we can provide for you, miss. As you've probably already noticed, this is a very safe neighborhood you've set up your establishment in, and certain parties would like to see it stays that way. Namely, they would appreciate it if you limit the sort of patrons that you allow in your establishment. the sort our city could do without, if you catch my meaning."
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Post by jeflint on Jul 16, 2008 13:18:13 GMT -5
Sasha arches her eyebrow a curious expression upon her face. "I believe I understand what you're saying, but I am curious what type of patrons are you wanting to exclude from your neighborhoods?" her voice is neutral. "And more importantly, who gives you the authority to declare such folks off limits?" She points with her cigarette to the bar door. "You will notice that the sign says no gang affiliates located on premise, yes? I'm a legit lady and I don't wish to get in the middle of a turf war or something silly like that."
"Great," she thinks. "If it's not one thing it's another. At least it's not oops insurance. Last thing I want is to accidentally 'die' in a fire bomb or something. I had enough of stuff like that on the force. Besides think of how my staff would react to that news."
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Post by dakota on Jul 16, 2008 13:22:55 GMT -5
" No no. Nothing like that." The speaker replied, grinning. " You'd have to move up the coast to worry about that. " I'm referring to keeping your clientele to the more, shall we say, normal, persuasion. I'm sure you are aware of what has traspired within our fair city over the past few months thanks to unnatural causes."
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Post by jeflint on Jul 16, 2008 13:28:53 GMT -5
"Normal persuasion?" Sasha thinks to herself. "This won't end well no matter how it is sliced."
Leaning forward upon the desk she laces her fingers over her knee. "Please, enlighten me..." she asks in a manner of trying to find the mans name.
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Post by dakota on Jul 16, 2008 13:31:14 GMT -5
" Let me make this as plain as possible." The other man finally spoke, with a european accent. " We have too many muties running around Miami, and we don't need anyone around here catering to them, capiche?"
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Post by jeflint on Jul 16, 2008 13:40:24 GMT -5
Sasha smiles to herself slightly "Ah... so racism is racism," she thinks.
"Gentlemen," Sasha says standing up. "I see little value in restricting my pocket book by banning those who are willing to pay for a beer and a hamburger," she opens her hands wide her face impassive. "I'm certain you understand that in a free trade economy, unless they prove damaging to the neighborhood, it is bad business to discrimate." She smiles as charmingly as possible. "Where I as big as wal-mart or starbucks then I could foresee paying the legal expenses to 'keep my business mutie free', so to speak."
Mentally Sasha shudders at the term Mutie. "Wonder how they would feel where I to start floating right before them, or to take a shot to the forehead and get back up in a few minutes unscathed... racists... still if it saves my bar from being ruined by the local wise asses... I'm willing to smuggle in some builders to add in a basement level."
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Post by dakota on Jul 16, 2008 14:21:36 GMT -5
The first man looked at the second for answers, but the second didn't seem to care for Sasha's reply. " I see. It's unfortunate that you see things that way. " He stood up and straightened out his jacket. " Very unfortunate. I hope that such a decision does not come back to haunt you. " He motioned towards the door and the other man got it quickly.
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Post by jeflint on Jul 16, 2008 15:00:03 GMT -5
"It already has," Sasha replies in an annoyed tone of voice. "And I foresee it only getting worse."
Picking up the phone Sasha dials the non emergency number for the cops. "Hello, police. Is it possible to secure a police officer to come by, I've just received a chat with two less then friendly sorts," she frowns over the phone. "Preferably plain clothes if at all possible." She'll feed the instructions on her location to the operator and frown. "Nick, I believe there will be a round of drinks on the house," she calls from her office. "Both staff and clients, see to it please."
"Best to fight fire with legality while I still have a bar to fight with... and should things turn worse... well perhaps a few "mutie's" would be willing to help me out," she thinks taking another puff on her cigarette.
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Post by dakota on Jul 18, 2008 7:05:29 GMT -5
" You got it boss." Nick replied with a grin and began pouring drinks to the cheers of the small midday crowd. The police operator replied, " I will pass on your request, ma'am, but I can't give you a time line to expect an officer to come by."
Nick, ever knowing , brought Sasha her usual as part of round," Problems?"
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Post by jeflint on Jul 18, 2008 11:47:27 GMT -5
"That's fine, operator, I understand," Sasha says hanging up the phone and staring at the ash tray where her cigarette lay smoking.
Sasha looks up from the desk into Nick's face. "One I'm sure that's going to cause no end of trouble," Sasha responds. "Protection rackets I can handle, racism..." she shrugs. "I just want to get the neighborhood on my side on this one..." she takes a sip from the liquor putting it down. "Should have told those low brows that red heads are a genetic mutation... make them freak out that way," she sniffs shaking her head.
"I just don't understand where peoples fears come from," she says aloud to herself. "None of them make sense, it's blind uninformed opinion that are making them stupid and silly." She scoots back on her desk. "What do you think of mutants, Nick?" she asks with a impassive face. If there was anything Sasha was good at, it was turning on her poker face.
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Post by dakota on Jul 18, 2008 23:33:44 GMT -5
" I try no to. " Nick shrugged. " But as far as I can tell, unless they have a third eye or blue skin, I wouldn't know one from the next person. As long as they don't make trouble and pay for their drinks, I'll serve them unless you tell me different."
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Post by jeflint on Jul 19, 2008 6:18:11 GMT -5
Sasha nods at Nick's words. "Spread the word," she says looking at Nick. "This bar serves anyone but trouble makers."
Getting up she moves around the desk to sit. "I guess we'll need to put out an add for a bouncer," she frowns. Typing up a quick post Sasha puts a sign up that says "Bounce Requested, interested ask inside."
"Here Nick, put this up front at the bar and one at the door." Handing Nick the fliers she takes another sip of her drink before getting up and moving to the bar. "Paper work can wait."
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Post by dakota on Jul 20, 2008 0:30:02 GMT -5
Nick took the flyers and posted them while Sasha mingled with the usual half dozen regulars that had nothing better to do than lay around in a bar mid afternoon. As Nick returned, he had a puzzled look, " So if serving metas is such a problem, why would it be private citizens and not the police or a member of that new task force?"
One of the patrons, a half in the bag older gentleman, scoffed," Bah, don't need none of them freaks in here to louse things up ."
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