hellfireprince:

Julian's plane touched down in New Orleans shortly after nightfall. The investors he'd spoken to were excited about the new club he wanted to open, but they weren't sold on the idea of New Orleans. The city had seen some hard times in recent years, but it was slowly building back, like Fargo, Georgia. For that, Julian thought it was the perfect place to build something that would endure into the future.

Not to mention, he also has plans to build a recording studio in Fargo in the near future, but that's another time and place.

Today, he's here to meet with the last potential investor and see if he can allay any concerns she has. Julian's been doing this for a few weeks, but a lot business issues have delayed this meeting. He hopes that this woman is worth the trouble of a face-to-face meeting, because he's not sure he can take one more vapid socialite filled with botox and silicone trying to get one over on him.

He arranged to meet Lyta Braddock-Worthington at the Seasons Restaurant, and hoped she wouldn't be late.

He hated tardiness. He was ten minutes early, himself.

brit_sorcerer:

Quinn tossed the rag he had been using to wipe down the bar in the sink and looked around. It had been another busy night as every night had been since they opened. The bar was doing well and every night saw the place full of people, music and laughter.

"You ready, mate?" he asked Casey. "It's bloody time to go home."

shield_maiden:

Svalin tried to keep herself busy as to not think on her grandfather's words about her unborn son. It was almost ironic that the Goddess of Hope could be bearing the one who would destroy Asgard and Earth. She wanted to believe that he would be the hope and savior of Asgard and Earth.

Svalin busied herself with brushing Tryggvi and Snowflake in the stables.