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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 25, 2012 23:01:20 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, is this a bad time?" came a voice from the doorway.
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 25, 2012 23:10:16 GMT -5
Sam nearly let out a squeak as Regina advanced to the stage. "I... I-I live with my brother," the teen answered, now physically shaking. "Mama's gone..."
Fred was about to go after Regina when Gold arrived and Cliff held him back. "No no, it's fine, Mr. Gold," Cliff answered. "We don't mind one bit."
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 25, 2012 23:17:57 GMT -5
"I see...poor boy..." Regina actually sounded rather empathetic too. "Do you attend school?" However, before the teen could answer, a familiar man's voice could be heard from the doorway. Regina froze. Of course he would show up now! Regina turned back around to face Mr Gold, giving him a sickenly sweet smile. "Yes, now is a bad time, Mr Gold. As you might be able to see, I am talking to these young men right now."
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 25, 2012 23:20:13 GMT -5
The older man was holding a brief case. "I shan't take long, I just have something for Mr. Mauseworth."
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 25, 2012 23:27:04 GMT -5
While Regina's attention was averted, Sammy ducked behind the larger Olie.
Fred looked from Cliff, (a brief glare at) to Regina, and then to Gold. Cliff let the brunette go to talk to Mr. Gold. "Mr. Gold," he greeted, "I know it's not my birthday. What is it?"
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 25, 2012 23:31:59 GMT -5
"Mister Gold" Regina said again, heading back to the front of the club upon realization that the teen had gone to hide behind his older brother. "I am pretty certain your errand here may and can wait, can it not?" She moved to meet the antiques dealer face to face.
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 25, 2012 23:35:45 GMT -5
"It could wait, but I prefer to settle business matters as quickly as possible."
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 25, 2012 23:43:27 GMT -5
"As do I," Fred agreed, mostly because he wanted a moment's peace from Regina. "Now, if you can have a seat and shut your--"
"I'll help the mayor out with this, Fred," Cliff interrupted, not wanting his friend to dig himself further into trouble.
Fred nodded in response before turning back to Mr. Gold. "So, about what you brought with you..."
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 25, 2012 23:47:14 GMT -5
Regina moved away from Cliff and started back to Gold and Fred. "Business? Mister Gold, if you don't mind, I wish to speak to both owners."
She swore he had a very uncanny sense of timing even now....
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 25, 2012 23:48:34 GMT -5
"Madame Mayor, I am a busy man, and I wish to attend to my business here. So, if you please?" He made a little shooing motion with his hands.
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 26, 2012 0:06:03 GMT -5
"Madame Mayor, I am a busy man, and I wish to attend to my business here. So, if you please?" He made a little shooing motion with his hands. Regina was all ready to argue with the antiques dealer. However that word... That One Word.... and she found herself unable to argue. Inwardly, she growled. However, she moved away and found a place to sit. Tapping her fingers on the table, she glared at the rest of the Songbirds. Well, all except Sam. The longer she was made to wait, the madder she got.
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 26, 2012 9:03:00 GMT -5
"I have acquired the sheet music that you asked me to look for," Mr. Gold said to Fred
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 26, 2012 18:42:26 GMT -5
Fred blinked in surprise. He really didn't expect for Mr. Gold to deliver that today; however, considering what was going down... "You have? Oh! Thank you, Mr. Gold. How much will this cost us?"
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 27, 2012 8:47:29 GMT -5
"As agreed upon before, fifty dollars," the pawn shop owner said with a nod.
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 27, 2012 13:17:49 GMT -5
Regina could only watch as the club owner and Mr. Gold did thier exchange. As she did however, a smirk slowly crossed her own face. Maybe it wasn't so bad that he happened by....
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