2048/Asking for Accounting help

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Asking for Accounting help
Date of Scene: 10 June 2020
Location: Sion - Nightclub
Synopsis: Betsy offers Bobby a job, and discusses her plans.
Cast of Characters: Betsy Braddock, Bobby Drake




Betsy Braddock has posed:
It's later in the afternoon, but there is still plenty going in behind the mirrored outer doors at the address Betsy had asked Bobby to meet at. The purple haired model herself would hardly be recognized by some of the designers she works with, at the moment. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and she is in an oversized navy t-shirt that declares in bright white text - "Of course your opinion matters, just not to me.". She's wearing jeans that will be ready for the trash can when she's done, but sometimes if you want something done, you have to do it yourself.

There's music blaring, as the model is painting what looks to be some sort of woodworked wide molding propped on sawhorses, with a black coating. She's humming, and even dancing just a tiny bit as she keeps busy with work.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby arrives at the address that he was given and makes his way inside, looking around at the building itself and then at Betsy as she's painting some sort of molding. He wanders on down, dressed in a pair of comfortable jeans and blue chucks with a plain grey t-shirt on. He has his phone in his pocket and music playing in his earbuds, but he pulls them free and turns it off as soon as he's inside and the music playing inside is too loud for it. He lifts his head in greeting and says, "Hey, Betsy."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
She will look up and turn her head, violet eyes landing on Bobby. "Hey! One sec!" She won't move, but the volume on the bluetooth speakers blaring music from her phone is greatly reduced. She will finish the coat she is putting on the wood right in front of her, before the small container of the paint is set on the plastic taro on the floor. She will pull a rag from a pocket, to scrub at her hands just in case she got any on them.

"Sorry, things are still all coming together, and.. well, I really wanted to feel like I did more than ... " She pauses, smiling with a chuckle. "Come up with the layout, and design the lighting, and select all the glassware and furnishings, and file for permits. You want a drink? "

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby gives a nod or two as he looks the place over and says, "Looks like it's coming together pretty well." He smiles amusedly as she lists out all the things that she wants to feel like she did more than. "Sounds like you've had a lot on your plate." He carefully makes his way through, making sure not to bump anything, touch anything that might still be wet from paint, or otherwise disturb the construction in progress. "Sure, I'll have a drink."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"You want innocent or alcoholic?" Betsy brightens up, almost skipping to one of the bar areas. "Honestly? Online shopping made most of it easy. The permits were easy online, too. The layout was a sketch I copied and handed out. " There's a laugh. " But let's be honest.." She'll get down some glasses, eyes on him. "This is serious, and my first big business venture. Most people don't consider promoting myself to be work."

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake wanders on over to the bar area as Betsy makes her way there, finding a seat, provided there are seats that are available and not-painted, and settles onto it, folding his arms and resting them on the bar. He shrugs his shoulders, "Surprise me," letting her pick the poison. He takes another look around and says, "Looks like work to me."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy laughs, as she pulls several bottles out, with a gleam in violet eyes. "I meant promoting myself as a model, not the club. I'm going to go into overdrive, when we're ready for opening. I'm hoping to host a charity event for Lorna and Genosha, and some other charities that could always use some more exposure and money. " She's putting ice into a shaker, and measuring out from the cluster of bottles she has, and he'll see some pineapple juice added. "But, you see, while I'm used to balancing my accounts, the books here would be a whole other story. I know you changed your major, but I thought I'd ask if you wanted an accounting job."

She will put the top on the shaker, giving it all a good shake. The ever so slightly smoky glass in front of him will be filled with a blue-green drink. "It's delicious, I promise."

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby bounces his knee idly as he listens, nodding a little bit. "That's cool. Genosha needs all the help that it can get and I'm sure Lorna appreciates the efforts that folks are making for her people. I've been down there a bit with her and it's been rough going for those folks. Fortunately we managed to get all the supplies down there and the refugee village is going." He watches as she pours ice into the shaker, and the booze, and the pineapple, but he makes no comment, letting her mix up whatever she likes.

When she mentions the books though, he smiles a little, knowing what's coming next. "Yeah, I still took some accounting classes but I switched to a pure math major. I'm going to be teaching at Xavier's in the fall full time. I'm not really sure that I have time to be taking on an accounting job on top of teaching and being an X-man. I need a few hours for sleep and maybe having a social life." He eyes the blue-green concoction a little but shrugs his shoulders and trusts her that it tastes good, lifting the glass and taking a sip.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Despite the amount of booze, the drink doesn't have that same gagging as a liquor heavy drink like a Long Island or something. She will pour what is left into a glass for herself, before she's putting everything away and tidying up. "Well, I did think that might be your answer." She sends him a lopsided smile as she rinses the shaker. "But if I don't ask one of the most math-smart mutants I know first, I would be violating my own employment initiative. I want to hire as many mutants and metahumans as I can, from accountant to bar back and dishwasher."

She will move to lean againt the bar across from him, picking up her glass for a sip. "Do you know of any? Mutant or meta accountants, I mean? "

Bobby Drake has posed:
"I'm sorry, Betsy. If I thought I could make the time for everything, I would -- but I'm also not a CPA since I never finished it. You're going to want someone who actually has experience and the right degree for doing that sort of work, particularly if it's going to be profitable," Bobby says as he takes another small sip from his drink. "That's great that you are hiring mutants and meta-humans though, giving folks employment opportunities." He considers and then shakes his head. "Not off the top of my head, but then, it's not like students at Empire State stood up and proclaimed themselves to be mutants. So there could have been others in the class that I don't know about."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy shakes her head, taking another sip. "There is absolutely nothing for you to be sorry about. I knew you may very well turn me down. Besides, being a model, you get used to rejection." There's a mischievious grin there. "But I thought it was at least important to offer it to you, first."

She nods, as he explains no one was out as a mutant at college. "Yeah, but I never know who my fellow X-men know. Couldn't hurt to ask. Now I'll have to hunt."

Bobby Drake has posed:
"Well, I really do appreciate you thinking of me first, and if I didn't have another job alright lined up and had stuck with that major, I'd definitely be all about helping out. I'll see if I can find anyone else that I can recommend to you, though. This place looks like it's going to be a lot of fun," Bobby grins. "I'll have to come in here and actually buy a drink when it opens."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Well, of course. Who else would I have thought of?" She will bat lashes at him, before she chuckles into her glass. She will lift her eyes to look around. "I'm really hoping it's going to be. I really want this to succeed." There's just a hint of worry in her expression. Then her eyes will slide his way. "Well, you'll even be allowed into the private lounge."

Bobby Drake has posed:
"I'm sure that it will," Bobby says with all the confidence of someone who really does believe what he's saying, grinning a bit at her worried expression. "It has a cool atmosphere. I dig the colors." He takes another sip of the blue-green concoction and asks "What is this called?" idly. Then one brow goes up and he says, "Faaancy. What's in the private lounge?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy looks at him, and her face softens with affection at his pure belief. "Thank you." Her voice is soft. "You're the first of the X-ers to see it." She grins, brightening. "Sion. It means like utopia, or heaven." Then that little kid mischief is there again. "In Japanese it means aster - the purple flower? So.. it seems pretty appropriate." Brows lift. "In the private lounge? It's where mutants and metas can just.. be who they are. Network, try to find jobs or people with what they need. There's a private entrance in the alley, for those who don't want to go through the club. I'll be having little vip cards to get in past security."

Bobby Drake has posed:
"Nice," Bobby says when she tells him what the name means, taking another sip from the drink as she explains the meaning of the name, and then the flower. "Definitely seems appropriate, then." He looks a little surprised though when she says he's the first of the Xers to see it. "Really? That's pretty cool." Then he nods when she describes the private lounge. "Hey, that's pretty cool, too. Nice place in the city folks can get together and help each other out. I like it. Great idea."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy smiles a little. "Well, I loved the dual meanings, especially since most people won't know why the symbol for the club is the outline of an aster. You know me, have to have a little secret." Then she blushes, lashes lowering. "Well, I wanted there to be somewhere social - so people like me? There's always a reason to be in a club, so no one questions it. So if there is something I could use that someone that's based in a less likely part of town, they can meet here."

Bobby Drake has posed:
"It works," Bobby agrees, on the dual-meaning. "When do you think you're going to open?" He grins, then, and asks, "Are you going to have a big opening party? You should." He then nods about having a place that people wouldn't question others gathering around in this area of town. "Makes sense."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
She sips from her drink, a finger tracing along the glass. "I'm not sure, yet. Need to make sure I have everything set up just the way I hope. Then do a run, maybe ask some of the X-ers to come to a pre-grand opening party. You know, to make sure it all works." There's a quick grin. "Then a big grand opening, hoping to invite a lot of the other models, designers and famous folks I know. Make a big splash, you know?: She shrugs lightly. "I wanted something more accessible than the Hellfire, for people who /aren't/ us."

Bobby Drake has posed:
"Hellfire's cool, but it never hurts to have alternatives," Bobby says pragmatically. "There might be reasons not to go to Hellfire versus somewhere else in town once in a while. Besides, not everyone can be members." He chuckles, "Those of us with much, much smaller wallets." Bobby, himself, is of the ramen crowd. It's only because he's lived there most of his life that he has a home in a mansion. Left to his own devices he'd probably be sharing a place with six other folks eating off a hot plate.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"I mean, my wallet is more than thick enough, but I have friends who would not feel comfortable there. I want some place where there can be a broader cross section so more people can enjoy themselves and still feel they're somewhere a little elite. If that makes sense." Betsy has her little treehouse at the school, after all, but she doesn't have to live there. Some girls have all the luck.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake nods, and takes another sip of his drink before setting it to the side, only a little bit left in the bottom of the glass. "Yeah, makes sense." He glances around once more and asks "So what do you have left to do before you do an opening? And are you doing the last of the finishing stuff yourself? Or do you have people helping out with that?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Just need to put on some of the finishing touches, complete hiring people. I have a lot of craftsmen doing things, because I would be sure to forget something. Being a telepath doesn't make me remember things a contractor knows to do." She smiles at him. "Then I'll have to come up with the invitation to grand opening for the fancy people to get this place hyped up on gossip pages."

Bobby Drake has posed:
"Sounds like you're nearing the finish line, though," Bobby says as she outlines what she has left to do. "That's pretty good."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"I sure hope so. I've been running at a dead sprint the last couple of days." She gives an almost shy smile. "You'll come to the grand opening though, right?

Bobby Drake has posed:
"Of course," Bobby says when she asks if he'll come to the grand opening. "Wouldn't miss it," he promises, and then begins to slip off of the stool. "I have a couple of other things I need to do in the city tonight but I'll definitely come by again and check out how it's doing. And whenever you have the opening, shoot me an invite and I will be here with bells on." He pauses, "Okay, maybe not bells."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Her smile widens just a bit. "Thanks, Bobby. I appreciate the vote of confidence. I may be hitting the moment of panic, wondering what the hell I tihnk I'm doing." She will blow a kiss. "Have fun, be safe."