12-15-2014, 08:05 PM
"Well, she probably gets plenty of that shit there. A room full of rich children that fancy themselves predators. Suppose some of them are, in their own bull-shit worlds. Most of 'em figure themselves alpha males though. Usually like their women quiet and dumb. But probably a few that'll take to a strong, mysterious queen bitch."
Enzo's humour was met with a ghost of a smirk.
White was no stranger to the concept of a task taking years of leg work to arrange, but in his old life that work had been done by others, and he and men like him were sent in for the final dramatic finish. He'd had to adapt a bit since working with the Atharim; they often had just as much leg work that needed doing, and rarely the resources that he had been used to to achieve it. But he was an adaptable individual; it was how he had survived as long as he had.
"You'll need an expensive suit. Not something off the rack. Well, doesn't need to be a suit I suppose, but gotta be worth a fuck load more then what you're wearing now. Strict dress code. If it ain't a four-digit ensemble, it ain't getting through the door."
He looked Enzo over then shrugged, "Don't really have anything that'll fit ya, but I know a place you can get a good deal from. And you'll want a cover story of course. I can slap together an info packet for ya. Small talk B/S. ID's on the usual clientele. Anyone who goes to Manifesto should know who they might cross paths with."
Enzo's humour was met with a ghost of a smirk.
White was no stranger to the concept of a task taking years of leg work to arrange, but in his old life that work had been done by others, and he and men like him were sent in for the final dramatic finish. He'd had to adapt a bit since working with the Atharim; they often had just as much leg work that needed doing, and rarely the resources that he had been used to to achieve it. But he was an adaptable individual; it was how he had survived as long as he had.
"You'll need an expensive suit. Not something off the rack. Well, doesn't need to be a suit I suppose, but gotta be worth a fuck load more then what you're wearing now. Strict dress code. If it ain't a four-digit ensemble, it ain't getting through the door."
He looked Enzo over then shrugged, "Don't really have anything that'll fit ya, but I know a place you can get a good deal from. And you'll want a cover story of course. I can slap together an info packet for ya. Small talk B/S. ID's on the usual clientele. Anyone who goes to Manifesto should know who they might cross paths with."