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[kelvins]

[those in cadelle who've stopped by criminales earlier in the month may have noticed the lights off and the interior darker than usual. which is saying a lot since most of the light can't really even be seen through the grimy windows. there's been no sign of the cheerful manager in the librarian chic glasses or the grumpy owner who is as likely to be holding a lighter as he is to be holding a beer.

early on the 17th, mick goes downstairs, flipping the switch on the neon 'open' sign and begins to sweep up around the bar. he hums quietly to himself as he wipes off glasses and the bar tops. good morning, cadelle. it's good to be back. but where are his customers? he fumbles for his device and types a hurried post to the network.]

i'm running a little low on slush funds, people.
did someone else open a bar while i was gone?

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[duelo]

[ Most rich kids aren't trying to run from a murderer, is all Derek can think, but he figures Mick doesn't give a shit, so he'll spare the guy. ]

If they're actually gaining life skills on those backpacking trips I'd be really shocked.

Me too. You're a good first boss to have. Thanks for that.

[kelvins]

[...he would probably be less surprised by that tidbit than most but those finer details would be mostly wasted on mick.]

i assume they're probably just drinking and taking side trips to amsterdam to get high, but who knows.

might want to keep the praise down.
wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea about me.
you're not so bad for someone who hasn't worked a day in his life before.

[duelo]

You're probably not wrong. We're assuming the same thing, in any case.

Ha, well I promise not to let anyone else overhear it. How's that?

Thanks, Mick.

[ Coming from a guy who mostly just grunts his approvals and disapprovals in Derek's general direction more often than not, that actually means a lot more to Derek than Mick probably knows. ]