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+ samspxde

"Don’t worry about it Miss," he said with a wide smile "-I know my work, hundred is fine. Plus…" he stood and stretched tall a bit, a few bones in his knees and back cracking "-this way, I’ll be finished earlier, and be able to get started on that garden path you wanted done… did you still want me to draft up the quote for the fountain?" she was a good customer, and fair, although many men wanted the jobs, as it was an excuse to keep company with someone as pretty as her, Mario always got precedent, as he was a professional, and simply enjoyed her conversation.

      ——   Cadeyrn pondered over the woman’s words                    for a few moments, a small smile threat-                    ening to tug at the corner of his lips as                     he uttered softly.                                      ”Kind of wanna go there then.”

He stands, looking around, taking a note of where everything is. Bingo. He spots the cabinet door slightly ajar, smeared stains on the handle. Signs of someone who drinks. He walks over and opens the cabinet. “Well, let me see. One wine for you, and one whisky for me.” He picks up the two bottles, opening the whisky cap with his teeth, then popping the cork on the wine, hitting the roof which bounced into the bin. Charles always had the skills of a bartender. He walks over, bends slightly and pours her a glass of wine, right to the brim, not allowing the bottle to touch the glass and neither a drop drips from the bottle itself. He proceeds the same procedure to his own glass. Methodical. Just he liked his life.

Charles was certainly going to let this one slip. “That was a nice jacket, not that you’d care anyway.” He plucked the knife out of the jacket and door then at the same speed as Serena had done so, throws it behind him, going straight into the chair, inches from her leg. “I was once taught that y’know. I know you’re not a hooker, just wanted to see your reaction.” He turns round. Smiles. Stands and lets out a small sigh. “The drinks?”

"I totally understand." He really didn’t understand why she didn’t want him in there. He takes his jacket off and put it on the door hanger. "I hear you’re a hooker. There’s more in my pocket. Which you will probably end up nicking anyway." He just needed some excitement. "Otherwise, is there anything I can do for you? Kill or torture anyone perhaps?"

         ——    ”Do you think that they can see the                       sky…this sky…in other worlds?”

Unable to help his chuckle, he shook his head, laying down the bricks with ease and nimbleness befitting a craftsman of his experience “-y’see? That’s how little I know,” he took a quick measurement and scribbled the note “-aha.. there we go,” he shifted a bit, to look at her “-I’m got good news… because of the width of the broken area… I got a peice of sheet-rock in my truck from another job that got canceled, I can use that, no change, and save you the difference, meaning what I quoted you will be about… eh… hundred bucks less,”

Charles just looks at her, making herself at home. Reminds him of Nic. “Yeah, I can tell you don’t care. He murdered his brother.” Probably wouldn’t mean much to her. “Plus, he almost killed your mother, but she escaped. Here, a hundred bucks to get me started. Where do you store it all then?” He hands over a hundred quid in two fifty pound notes.

The man, who at the time had seventy pounds of brick hefted on one shoulder, looked over at the woman “-it’s real pretty,” he said “-makes yer skin shine real nice… and yer eyes kinda.. pop..” he set the bricks down, resuming his work to repair her wall “-but I’m no fashion expert,”

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