The Fourth Sin--OPEN (Tuesday)

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod is once again sitting at the receptionist's desk. He is surfing the 'net, trying to find information about miniature giraffes and aggressive waterfowl.

He's not having much luck though.

Beside him is a cell phone, but he'll use that later.

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[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

Inara comes in from her walk through town.

"Any customers come in off the streets tonight?" She only glances upwards as there's a rather loud shout from upstairs.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Evening, Inara. No, no one yet." Startled by the shout, Jarod looks towards the stairs and gets out of his chair. "I should go up there and make sure everything's okay."

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

She puts a hand on his arm to restrain him. "No, it's fine. I suspect a client just got caught up in the...heat of the moment."

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure? I'd hate to think..." When he realizes what Inara means, his ears blush red and he clears his throat. "Oh. I'll...take your word for it, then."

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

Inara wonders that the young man ever got a job in a brothel, even working the desk. "Our workers are all trained to look after themselves. It's a hazard of our profession - but I don't think that they're in trouble up there. At least," she adds, "Not the kind they want to be interrupted in."

She checks her schedule for tonight - no customers - and sees his research on miniature giraffes. "Miniature giraffes?"

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

[ooc: NP. I'm EST, though, so I might be in bed. Tomorrow?]

[serra-inara.livejournal.com]

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

['night!]

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

Gob walked into the Fourth Sin. It had been several days since his last visit, and he had a night that he took pills so he couldn't remember in between then.

As he approached the desk, he looked disappointed that Becky wasn't there.

Then he looked surprised to find the bartender from last night there. "Um. Hello, there."

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Mister Bluth, sir!" Jarod smiled. "What can we do for you this evening?"

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"You are the guy from the bar last night, right? Not an evil twin or anything?"

Gob had enough trouble doing his own job, and he was his own boss. He couldn't comprehend somebody working at two different places on consecutive nights.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"No, it's me. Mister Bluth, right?"

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

[OOC: We can probably let this conversation drop. It's a couple weeks old now. :)]

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: *facepalms* Is it? I didn't even check the date before I replied. Sorry, my dopiness.]]

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Don't blame yourself. Blame the notifications.]