special_rabbit: (doubtful hand on hip)
It should absolutely be stated, for the record, and with absolutely no uncertainty, that anything that was to potentially occur in this apartment this evening had nothing to do with the date on the calendar. Well. Okay. It maybe had something to do with the date on the calendar, but only because the arrival of...that mushy holiday...meant the apex of business for Irene, and, as a result, that meant she'd earned a little something to celebrate making it through the rush, because while no one better talk to Amaya about all those hearts and chocolates and romantic notions, she would always be here to celebrate capitalism and the power of the shiny gold coin.

Or, well, American dollars, in this case, but, anyway, you understood what she meant. This was about love of money and sales and the bottom line, and not about love of...

...other things. It was just about Irene coming over and getting the chance to unwind somewhere that wasn't right above her shop to celebrate a successful sales period. Over some food that neither of them had to cook. And some celebratory champagne. And maybe....some....other things. Later....

Shut up.

And Amaya pouring some rum one for her and one for the squirrels was clearly just a sudden bout of her generous nature, really.

[[ oh, you know who it's for, and NFB, s'il vous plaît ]]
special_rabbit: (explaining)
"Hot Leaf Water?" Fueled by a voicemail from a number she should have blocked ages ago, Rosa was determined to find Blackstone that morning before they headed out for the next leg of the trip, because otherwise, she'd just be stuck in a bus, letting it simmer. It was probably best for the both of them that they were in a public place, too, though it took everything in Rosa to not just smack her hands down on the table.

Or just flip it.

"Are you kidding me right now?"

Sounds about right, coming from a person complicit with TERRORISTS. )

And she went to grab a few things to munch on to take with her back to the room to grab all her stuff before the busses left, taking a moment to look back over to Amaya's table and call out, "Don't think this lets you off the hook, Blackstone. I'm going to figure this out."

"Oh, you think so, eh, Diaz?" Amaya called back. "I'd like to just see you try!" And then had to hide her grin inside her mug of coffee.

...Zounds, that was good coffee, too. She'd have to get some tips on how they made it before they were finished around here.

[[cut for length, preplayed with the fantastic, wonderful...ME! :D Mostly establishing, getting some of the stuff I usually just handwave out of my head for the moment, but if anyone wants to swing by Amaya's table and say hi, they're more than welcome!]]

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