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“I’m afraid not, Miss,” he said, flashing a little smile. “You’re going to have to come down more than that because you see, the market for this isn’t what it used to be. That price was all well and fine a month ago, but not now. Now, the price has dropped to the point that you’re just going to have to let it go for five hundred dollars. Seems prohibition is taking effect mighty well and people ain’t buying alcohol like they once were.”
Five hundred? He had to be kidding. That was a lowball beyond what she had even been expecting. “Now that just seems a crime to let such good liquor go for so cheaply.” Sigyn smiled, giving a little toss of her head. The nerves were being kept at bay, now that she was in the thick of negotiating and had to focus on her words and actions.
“What I mean is, the price is a sign of something quality. This is very fine stuff all the way from Canada, not just your regular bathtub gin. And,” she added, biting her lip and looking him over again, “You seem like a man who appreciates quality things, Mister –” She stopped, frowning. “I don’t think I caught your name.”
“I never told it to you,” he said, simply, smiling at her. “And I do know quality, but I also know a liar when I see one. I can’t believe that, not when the quality of the last batch we bought from you was so poor.”
Lies he could spin with ease, speak without flinching, without showing a sign of a tick in order to put on a convincing face. “Perhaps if that had been better, I would be more willing to pay your price, but it wasn’t and we’ve lost our faith, we don’t know what we can believe by you and what we can’t. If you were to sell to us at this price and the quality was good then we can negotiate a higher price the next time.”
Sigyn blinked in surprise at his slight. You’re quite a liar yourself. And one that was out of her league. She cursed her mother for offering her up for this job; they must have expected someone else. Hurrying to recover, she flashed a smile of her own, taking a few steps towards him. “Negotiation’s out of the question at this point, whether it’s now or later. I stand by my word about the liquor and it’s worth every penny. But—” she hesitated, unwilling to voice what she was about to say, and looked aside, allowing her anxiety to show before glancing back at him. “Certainly we can think of something to sweeten the deal?”
Those words barely left her lips when the warehouse burst into light, artificial, electric, harsh. Sigyn’s eyes went wide, pupils tiny in the sudden brightness, and she instinctively jumped towards the man near her. The floodlight beam was aimed right at them, just as were several guns of several police officers hiding amongst the rubble.
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“I’m afraid not, Miss,” he said, flashing a little smile. “You’re going to have to come down more than that because you see, the market for this isn’t what it used to be. That price was all well and fine a month ago, but not now. Now, the price has dropped to the point that you’re just going to have to let it go for five hundred dollars. Seems prohibition is taking effect mighty well and people ain’t buying alcohol like they once were.”
Five hundred? He had to be kidding. That was a lowball beyond what she had even been expecting. “Now that just seems a crime to let such good liquor go for so cheaply.” Sigyn smiled, giving a little toss of her head. The nerves were being kept at bay, now that she was in the thick of negotiating and had to focus on her words and actions.
“What I mean is, the price is a sign of something quality. This is very fine stuff all the way from Canada, not just your regular bathtub gin. And,” she added, biting her lip and looking him over again, “You seem like a man who appreciates quality things, Mister –” She stopped, frowning. “I don’t think I caught your name.”
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“And you’re them, too.” Sigyn tried squaring her shoulders, taking a step forward – anything to defy her inner fear. “I’m not jumpy. You’re here for the juice?” She paused, tilting her chin and appraising him with half-lidded eyes. “There’s just one little question to deal with beforehand.” Oh womanly wiles, start a-working…
He leaned back, shoulders thrown back, nodding. “Yeah, there is.” He tilted his head, frowning at her. He almost wondered if she was tipsy herself. He would have to check the amount, he thought, make sure that she hadn’t tapped into the amounts at all herself.
She wasn’t quite sure how to address this evasive answer, having hoped that he’d be eager to get this over and done with and have a drink himself. So, Sigyn took a breath and barreled ahead with her exorbitant price. “Twelve hundred, no less.”
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Sigyn turned off her car’s engine and sat in cold silence. Fall was, well, falling, and for the first time in months, she noticed the vapor escaping her mouth as she breathed. The frigid air only seemed to amplify the echo of a distant train whistle, and the following rumble as the train moved along the tracks.
Such a lonesome part of town, Sigyn thought, after looking around and getting out. White moonlight only cast harsher shadows on the crumbling brick buildings surrounding a huge abandoned warehouse. Even the police had been bought out by her grandfather, told to keep their noses out of the old Vandermeer Street warehouse.
No police. That was what she was told, anyway. But it wasn’t necessarily the police Sigyn was worried about.
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He had his hands in his pockets, brim of his hat low, green gaze falling on his brother who drove, telling him over and over what he should expect to do. “Keep your head,” he said, eyes leaving the road to glance at his brother. “Don’t let them talk you into anything.”
Loki stared at him. “Do remember who you’re talking to.”
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Sigyn licked dry lips, not seeing anything in particular. After another careful inspection of her surroundings, she took a step or two forward into the warehouse, avoiding the patterns of moonlight cast on the floor.
“H-hello?” Maybe if she was a toddler investigating the monsters in her bedroom closet, that voice would work. Maybe. Sigyn tried imitating her grandfather when he was particularly angry. “Er— show yourself!”
Her hand traveled back to her pistol, then away. Not yet…
He frowned, glancing at the figure who had seemingly found him before he had found them. They had sent a woman, oh they would regret that. He smirked a little, hand reaching up to tip up the brim of his hat so that she might see his eyes. “Don’t be so jumpy,” he said smoothly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I take it your them, then.”
It was a good check. If she didn’t know what he was talking about, he could just assume her some lost girl who had stumbled into the wrong place. If she knew, then she was it, and she would be easy to casually make agree to his price.
“And you’re them, too.” Sigyn tried squaring her shoulders, taking a step forward – anything to defy her inner fear. “I’m not jumpy. You’re here for the juice?” She paused, tilting her chin and appraising him with half-lidded eyes. “There’s just one little question to deal with beforehand.” Oh womanly wiles, start a-working…
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Sigyn turned off her car’s engine and sat in cold silence. Fall was, well, falling, and for the first time in months, she noticed the vapor escaping her mouth as she breathed. The frigid air only seemed to amplify the echo of a distant train whistle, and the following rumble as the train moved along the tracks.
Such a lonesome part of town, Sigyn thought, after looking around and getting out. White moonlight only cast harsher shadows on the crumbling brick buildings surrounding a huge abandoned warehouse. Even the police had been bought out by her grandfather, told to keep their noses out of the old Vandermeer Street warehouse.
No police. That was what she was told, anyway. But it wasn’t necessarily the police Sigyn was worried about.
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He had his hands in his pockets, brim of his hat low, green gaze falling on his brother who drove, telling him over and over what he should expect to do. “Keep your head,” he said, eyes leaving the road to glance at his brother. “Don’t let them talk you into anything.”
Loki stared at him. “Do remember who you’re talking to.”
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Sigyn licked dry lips, not seeing anything in particular. After another careful inspection of her surroundings, she took a step or two forward into the warehouse, avoiding the patterns of moonlight cast on the floor.
“H-hello?” Maybe if she was a toddler investigating the monsters in her bedroom closet, that voice would work. Maybe. Sigyn tried imitating her grandfather when he was particularly angry. “Er— show yourself!”
Her hand traveled back to her pistol, then away. Not yet…
Sigyn turned off her car’s engine and sat in cold silence. Fall was, well, falling, and for the first time in months, she noticed the vapor escaping her mouth as she breathed. The frigid air only seemed to amplify the echo of a distant train whistle, and the following rumble as the train moved along the tracks.
Such a lonesome part of town, Sigyn thought, after looking around and getting out. White moonlight only cast harsher shadows on the crumbling brick buildings surrounding a huge abandoned warehouse. Even the police had been bought out by her grandfather, told to keep their noses out of the old Vandermeer Street warehouse.
No police. That was what she was told, anyway. But it wasn’t necessarily the police Sigyn was worried about.
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