Thread: The Emerald Estate (GrinningGentleman x Poppy)

Mr. Hansen, sir? Mss Hanson just announced, that -she- has arrived. A Vivian Vermilion. The finely suited gentleman, who'd been following Martin close around, and seeing to it that he got fresh clothes when he needed them, announced. At the mention of her name, Martin smirked at the mirror in front of him. He finished one of the last buttons on his new suit, stretching his neck into a crack. Good. Quick on the trigger, as expected. He stated, licking across his lips to moisten them once more, refitting the collar of the black suit. His outfit was fit to perfection, a black suit, with a dark emerald green shit bellow, with the top two buttons undone, revealing the top of a tattoo, just barely showing the poker card Ace. Doesn't disappoint that one. Looking forward to see if that crazy bitch is as hot in person, as in pictures. Let Emma know that I am preoccupied. Let her wait for a while. Rile her up a bit. But if she seems to start turning volatile, she's to bring her up. He ordered, as the two men walked towards the exit of the bathroom, and into the elevator. And tell them to brink my drink to the table. He added, as his assistant hammered away at his tablet. The obscene comment didn't cause the bartender to bat an eye. He'd had plenty of costumers come, get disappointed that the music weren't the usual rave, rock or rap. The Emerald Estate had plenty of nights that catered to that crowd. Jazz night was special. Precious, to most of the crowd. The bartender didn't comment much further, but left the conversation in Emma's capable hands. He knew when to be quite. The big girls was talking. Emma smiled lightly with the obvious threat, placing a hand on her chest, bowing her head slightly in an apology, as she mentioned her brother. She'd definitely noticed the Princess' thugs, and the weapons they where carrying, making that a mental note. They'd have to be smart about this whole thing, knowing the loyalty the Princess inspired. Yes, I am sorry, but my brother does love his mysteries. Too many mystery novels. She started joking with a soft smile, as the bartender arrived with her drink. She pulled up the straw, to drop it down again to get the full effect of the layered drink. But, believe me, we meant no offence with the secrecy. People in our line of business, need to be a bit discreet. And I am certain we can come to an agreement with the Vermilion family. With you. She reassured with a tempting smile, as her crimson lips sucked seductively at the straw of her drink. With Vivian's compliment, Emma's lips curled a soft smirk, as her eyes sparked with tension. She turned slightly on her chair, moving the revealed leg above the other, showing a bit more skin. On the skin, she had a tattoo on her thigh of the Queen card of a deck, with a Serpant twirling through a few ripped holes in the card. Her eyes stared for Vivian's, as she took a deep sip of her drink, giving a gentle click of her lips as she licked them clean. You wouldn't have to pay much... She winked her left eyebrow, snickering lightly as she stirred the drink in her hands for a moment. Bet quite a few men out there, would give their left nut to get a chance with you in bed as well. Though.. I bet most wouldn't dare pulling you around. She continued with the same gentle, but clearly challenging tone, that small, innocent smirk on her lips. Pity. She suggested, snickering a single time, before taking another sip of her drink, now leaning against the counter of the bar, clearing her throat. But, you didn't come here to try and recruit me as a sex slave. Business. How is, business with the Vermilion Gang? Quite profitable, I can imagine? I am only asking, because we might become associates soon, no? She turned to idle chatting, realizing she might start biting over more than she could chew.