Freedom Arms, Sunday

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

Coulson had heard about the new mayor/owner and the name change. He even understood that with Cable gone, actually selling guns might happen. But the change that Coulson found strangest was the wooden eagle at the entrance. It would take some getting used to.

But regardless of what else changed, Coulson was still there. And he was still keeping his own secret notes on inventory, who he sold what to, and so on. Coulson was consistent. He was also here to help you. For freedom. And for arms.

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[nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com]

The door opened.

Ron walked in under the eagle's outstretched wing and offered Coulson a look. The look managed to combine faintly annoyed with faintly apathetic with faintly huge mustache.

"Hello," he announced. "I employ you."

The look became vaguely expectant, despite Ron's statement being very much a Statement.

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Mayor Swanson, I presume?" Coulson asked, walking toward Ron with an outstretched hand to shake. "Phil Coulson. I hope Fandom's treated you well so far."

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For a moment, Ron looked like he was about to start giggling. He refrained, however, and reached out to give Phil's hand a firm shake. "Ron Swanson," he offered. "It has been... not terrible."

The place looked European. Ugh.

"You have an excellent diner."

That was enough small talk.

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"It's one of Fandom's many treasures," Coulson said. "What can I do for you today, sir?"

[nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com]

"It has come to my attention that the previous owner kept some ideas about commerce that were frankly stupid and unamerican," Ron said, crossing his arms. "I would like you to know that we are no longer using those policies."

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"I'd gathered, but I appreciate the confirmation," Coulson said. "In my experience, most of the people around here know how to use weapons reasonably safely, so it shouldn't do any real harm to let them be armed."

And if there was someone he didn't trust with that, Coulson was a good salesman. He could sell them on something else.

[nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com]

"Even if they did not, I believe the Constitution has the final word on that," Ron said. "Unless I've stumbled onto a village full of communists."

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"Not as far as I know, sir," Coulson said. "But I tend not to talk politics with people, so I wouldn't know for sure."

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Ron grew somewhat squinty-eyed. "Has anyone ever told you you seem shifty, son?"

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"Not often," Coulson said simply.

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"Well, keep an eye on that," Ron replied. "I don't need any of my customers thinking I'm going to sign them up with the government."

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"I'll do my best to appear trustworthy and independent from the government," Coulson said. "Aside from working for the Mayor, of course."

[nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com]

Now a tiny giggle did escape Ron; sorry about that. "Yes," he said, "If that comes up, tell them their Mayor does not keep tabs on their private business."