❝ infect me with your love and fill me with your poison ❞

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YOU MEAN BEST

[pimping]

Really? Then might I convince you to invest your coin in more worthwhile ventures?

[The mockingbird doesn't steal. It sings sweetly for its bread.]

I MEAN--wait, no I forgot, I want a drink now

[sceptique]

Depends. [He holds up his glass, and the bartender quickly refills it before rushing off.] I'd say it's going to a worthy enough venture already.

go :U

[pimping]

Piss does look like gold in the right light. No merchant will take it though.

you ain't enjolras /sticks tongue out at

[sceptique]

Then you find a blind merchant instead. Or one who deals in piss.

[Which, okay, is just a thought, but considering the many impossible things that have happened in his first few hours here he would not be surprised.]

But I jest. Tell me, what is this "worthwhile venture" of yours? [If nothing else, he can sit in the corner and laugh at the inevitable failure.]

[pimping]

A brothel. I find that whores are a commodity that hardly ever diminish in demand.

[At least he's honest.]

[sceptique]

Seems there are some things that stay the same all throughout.

[He lifts the bottle to his lips, savors the burn of the alcohol in his throat.]

Perhaps it is worth a glance.

[pimping]

[No need to tell him that the whores aren't human.]

For a small fee, you can look all you like.

[sceptique]

Tempting. How small a fee?

[pimping]

What do you have to offer?

[sceptique]

As much as any recent arrival.

[Which is to say: none. He blew it on beer.]

[pimping]

Perhaps I can offer you employment.

[Not as a whore though.]

[sceptique]

Oh? [leaning forward.] Do tell me. I'm shaking with anticipation.

[Petyr, you really do not want Grantaire under your employ.]

[pimping]

[he'll find a way to make it work :c]

Recruiting patrons requires a special sort of personage.

[sceptique]

[Good luck with that. Grantaire huffs out a laugh.]

A special sort of personage, you say? Monsieur, I'm afraid I don't quite fit already.

[pimping]

But you'll consider it? If you do, you might have more than a cask of ale at your doorstep.

[sceptique]

Perhaps I might.

[pimping]

Grant me a name and I'll seek you out.

[sceptique]

Grantaire. And to whom do I owe this pleasure?

[pimping]

Lord Petyr Baelish. Or perhaps Littlefinger will be easier for you to remember...

[sceptique]

[He's taking a sip of his drink, and almost chokes.]

Monsieur Littlefinger, hm? Rather unfortunate for you. [He doesn't sound quite so sympathetic. In fact, he's downright amused by that.]

[pimping]

Quite. Shall I be expecting you then?