Walk, walk fashion baby. (Tailors shop for Les)

[asharpertongue]

The tailor shop was set back from the main street in Siren Cove. It had an unassuming frontage but inside it was a decadent emporium.



Fashion ruled here and Lara smiled as she entered, Les in tow. He'd shown up for his first day as her PA dressed in a neat enough button down and some cheap slacks but, though he'd tried it certainly wasn't good enough to be seen by the towns rich and powerful. Especially not if he was to be taken seriously.

She smiled at the older man, sorting through a shipment of fabrics on the long granite counter.

"Jeremiah."

The man looked up from his work and beamed. "Lara! Darling, how are you?" He said, reaching for her hands with both of his.

Lara nodded and took his hands in hers, gripping them tightly. "I'm very well. Busy, but it's a necessary busy so..." She shrugged and Jeremiah squeezed her hands for a second before letting them drop.

"Anyway! This is Les Parker. He's going to be a challenge," She threw a cheeky look at Les, "but I know how you like a project."

Jeremiah walked out from behind the counter and cast a critical eye over Les. "Hmmm. What do you need for him?"

Lara waved a hand. "One to walk out in today and at least three more. Something formal as well. Waistcoats, too. He's likely to have to roll up his sleeves and get his hands dirty." She could see the old mans mind already whirring and she smiled. "Also shirts, shoes, ties...the usual decorations. Whatever you think will suit. I trust your eye."

Jeremiah nodded and turned to Les. "Well young man. Let's get to work, shall we?"

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[lesparker]

Les smirks as they are led to a comfy looking table in a private corner. He takes a seat along with her. "If you're asking if I'm familiar with being thrown out of establishments for not wearing a shirt or shoes, I am plenty familiar," he tells her.

[asharpertongue]

Lara grinned and nodded. "Exactly. It's the perception of class and wealth that get's your feet under the table. They look at the clothes and the affectations and they expect us to be like them. It's wrong in so many ways, but people like us? We can use it to our advantage."

A young waitress comes over bringing over some bread, smiling sweetly at Les before asking for their drinks order.

Lara eyed Les and smiled. "A gin and tonic for me, please."

[lesparker]

Les orders a whiskey when the waitress pauses for his order. He does notice when she offers him a soft smile before leaving the table. He turns back to Lara with a smirk. "What if I'm not the type to take advantage of people?" he asks her.

[asharpertongue]

Lara smiles, glad he asked the question. "You've got judgement of your own and you've been around the block enough time to know good people from bad. The smug asshole host that deigns to let you enter his little Kingdom based on the way you look and the fact that he thinks you're good enough? You use his perception of you to get in the door. The sweet waitress who smiles at you and hopes you might tip her well? You tip her well because you're not the guy the asshole at the door thinks you are. Same brush, different strokes."

[lesparker]

Les takes in everything she tells him, looking around him. He still feels a bit in over his head, but he remembers that Riley told him all he had to do was follow Lara's instructions and he could do it. He picks up his glass and offers her a toast. "Okay," he says, holding his glass outwards. "To new perceptions."

OOC: Do you mind if we wrap this scene up here?

[asharpertongue]

Lara smiled and toasted him back. "And new partnerships. May they be productive."

OOC: Nope! Good fun!