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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 27, 2012 13:23:16 GMT -5
Fred fished out his wallet from his pocket. When it came to stuff like this, where only he had requested it, he preferred to pay out of his own pocket. "Lessee... twenty, forty, fifty." He handed the money over to Mr. Gold. "Here you go. Oh, also, I'd like ta inform you that we've recently added two more people to the payroll."
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 27, 2012 21:55:07 GMT -5
"Can you afford that?" he asked.
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 27, 2012 22:04:23 GMT -5
"I paid you for the sheet music, and I pay you for rent," Fred responded. "I'm sure Cliff and I will be able to afford the wages for both of our new employees. And if not..." The man shrugged. "Hey, maybe I can get a temp job to cover the costs."
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 28, 2012 8:38:38 GMT -5
"You do seem to be rather successful every night," Mr. Gold agreed. "I have seen the crowds."
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 29, 2012 19:17:43 GMT -5
"Thank you, sir," Fred nodded. "Like I've said before, we'll call you if we need anything, or you call us if something comes up." Gold might've been a tad bit more feared in town than Regina, but at least he was more agreeable to deal with.
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 29, 2012 21:20:15 GMT -5
He gave a little incline of his head. "Good. Well then Mr. Mauseworth, I shall let you return to business."
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 29, 2012 22:01:30 GMT -5
Regina saw that as a chance to speak then. She rose to her feet and made her way to the Dealer before he could leave.
"Mister Gold" she spoke as she made her way over to the other men, her heels clicking on the floor with a purpose.
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 29, 2012 22:22:16 GMT -5
"Yes, madame mayor?" he turned to her, resting his hands on his cane.
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 29, 2012 22:38:20 GMT -5
She moved over to him, meeting him eye to eye. With a slight smirk she crossed her arms. "Being the man people come to with...money problems, I'm sure you wish to pay off your own rather than be in debt, am I right?"
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 29, 2012 22:39:15 GMT -5
"I do try to avoid being in debt, yes."
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 29, 2012 22:46:39 GMT -5
Regina placed her hands on top of his cane as well, leaning closer to both make a point and so that she'd only have to speak into his ear with a quiet, "Then I suggest you come talk to me a.s.a.p, hmm?"
There was a clear smirk in her tone.
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Post by Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold on May 29, 2012 22:47:48 GMT -5
"As you wish."
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Post by Evil Queen/Mayor Regina Mills on May 29, 2012 22:59:30 GMT -5
"After all, you wouldn't want to be in debt to me, now would you?" With that, Regina mockingly patted his hands and moved to go. However, she stopped at the door and turned to speak to Fred. "Mister Mausworth, I've my eyes on you and this 'club'."
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Post by Timothy Mouse/Fred Mausworth on May 29, 2012 23:03:45 GMT -5
Fred had observed the exchange between Mr. Gold and Regina in confusion, as did the rest of the band. Was there something between those two that no one else knew about? However, all that pondering halted when the mayor, with her chilling voice, spoke to Fred. The man involuntarily gulped and stared back at her, not knowing what to say.
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