Pandora's Box - Saturday, late morning

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

*flips the sign over to "open" after turning all the lights on and opening the register*

*takes a seat behind the counter, booting up his laptop and starting to read email*

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[katielockley.livejournal.com]

Kate walks through the door, stopping just inside. She would have been here sooner, but her mun lost internet access there was urgent business on the mainland. Which came to nothing, but there you are.

Under other circumstances she might be selfconcsious, but this might very well be work-related, so she's not. She strides forward, stopping a few inches in front of the counter.

"I'm looking for a Frank Donovan?"

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

*looks up from laptop and smiles in greeting when she comes in*

It's Frank's day off. But I can pass along a message if you'd like. *clicks open a window to send a message to Frank's phone*

[katielockley.livejournal.com]

Kate nods, a silent gesture of understanding and thanks.

"Tell him that Detective Kate Lockley responded to his call, and that we can arrange to meet at the station or elsewhere." It's a request.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

((when is the best time to get a hold of you/chat?))

[katielockley.livejournal.com]

((I'll probably be on most of the weekend. What's good for you?))

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

IM me now, if you have a moment, at intlrablebstrd

[katielockley.livejournal.com]

((I would, but you're still not on.))

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

((Ive been on and useing that IM all night, but now am going out, should be on tomorrow night, after 5 Mountain Standerd time. Make sure you have it spelled right, *I* miss spell it all the time, or try ProfGandalf or SatinetheMadam))

[katielockley.livejournal.com]

((Huh. *rattles Buddy List* I'll try again tomorrow, then.))

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

back again now, for a couple of hours, if you are still on.

[katielockley.livejournal.com]

((Ack. >< Still says you aren't. You wanna try IMing me? Unless you're not there, because I have very little timesense?

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

whats your IM?

[katielockley.livejournal.com]

((notasceptic.))

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*walks in*
*nods a greeting to Sabastian, looking him over quickly before heading to a shelf*

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

Morning Frank... message come through ok? *covets Frank's Blackberry*

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

Yes, thank you Bas.. hows business today?
*persues for a moment, then grabs a few contianers of oil and lube and comes up to the counter*

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

Not much to speak of. You're the first. *rings him up* 18.52.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*nods, handing him a twenty*

Hows things at the Apple?

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

Quiet as always.

*hands him his change*

Need supplies, huh? Planning a big date?

*bags his purchases*

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

just hopeful for the future.
and Im out *chuckles*

How are you doing?

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

If I said I missed you, would you believe me?

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

No. Not in the least.

Who's your new prey?

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

Some guy on the Internet. Rich. Divorced. Almost sixty. Sucker for blue-eyed blond boys.

Says he's sending me a car. *smirk*

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

richer then me, I suppose?
You want in on the hotel Im building?

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

Richer than you? Since I don't know exactly how much money you have that we don't know about... I wouldn't know.

Hell yes. Investment is getting little to no return here.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

You looking after the girls at the Apple still for me?

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

Always. Since Bagoas is slacking, even more.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*concerned look* How's Satine?

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

She would be awful. But she's getting almost nightly visits by a new suitor.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*hard look* Who is it?
*steps forward*

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

Blind kid... from the school.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

Blind *soft chuckle* what a waste...

and Jewel?

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

Taken a fancy to that... thing Solo lives with.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

Chewie? *laughs*
not her style, trust me...

Take her to dinner, and offer her a house with a fountian...

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

And where would this house be?

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

wherever she wants it *smirks*

Im sure you can manage that, cant you Sabastian? *teasing, flirting look*

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

I can manage the promise. Not sure about the reality.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

always figured that you wouldnt care too much about that.

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

She's as good at this as I am. She can smell a rat.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

you stood her up... which wont win you any points weither - promised her dinner then never followed through...

You'll have to find *some way to convince her....

*thinks, oddly, that Jewel reminds him of Alex, and Bas, of Jake*

[apple-npc1.livejournal.com]

I guess we'll just have to see.