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Vassili took one of the pastries and munched on it. He didn't need it. He wouldn't explain on it, or tell her that he didn't need it. It was just to complicated and to boring a subject. He ate it appreciating the quality and wondered if he should have gotten into the baking business when he escaped. Well, he wasn't a better cook than a killer. He tried though. As Kaden walked in he looked up, his nose assaulted by the smell of soap. It just barely covered up the smell of a deep forest that just radiated off of the wolf girl. Naomi smelled of fresh baked bread and spices. He chuckled at the thought. Then plugged the idea away. Bread that smelled of the forest, yet tasted divine. Vassili raised his left hand where the already sealed and unnoticeable wound had been.

"Remember, get in anywhere. easy when you gotta knife that slide from your wrist and the strength of ten men." He chuckled lightly and rested his head on the nearest object. It happened to be one of the ovens. He pulled off as he smelt his flesh start to burn.

"Oops. Used to a much colder environment." This time the chuckle was darker. He got up stretching.

"Alright, I'm gonna finish the upstairs for the party, call me if you need me. Should be done in a few hours. Oh and Naomi. Tickets. Everyone gets say four tickets. One is good for a tall beer. Two for a Margarita, three for mixed drink and four for straight shot. Trade in your keys for twelve, and pay an extra ten dollars for sixteen. Thats good for four shots a person total. Keeps people from drinking and driving and covers cost if someone manages to get drunk." He began walking out of the kitchen.

"I have software and hardware on my laptop to check I.D.'s scans if they are real or not. Verifies age, driving status, address. We call the cabs when they leave." He threw up a peace sign as he pushed the door open and began walking up stairs. His footsteps barely audible.

((Sorry darling's been sick worse then a dog.))

Kaden nodded her head at naomi. "Its the least I can do." She said, in regards to the sausage rolls. She turned her head when the male spoke, her mouth pursed slightly. "How could I ever forget?" She said with a slight narrowing of her eyes. She idly wondered what it'd be like to fight him. With a shrug as he dismissed himself she turned her eyes back to her friend, the scent of charred flesh still lingering in the air. "Were gunna have a bunch of drunks here tonight." She said with a sigh. "Anything you would like me to do? Besides the rolls?"

// sorry im painting my nails, so it may be a bit... short lived //

Kaden smiled at her and jumped up. "Of course." She said and cocked her head slightly to the side. While she was at it she would give the tables a good scrub, and the counter tops. She knew how Naomi was, so she wasn't to concerned with the lack of tasks given to her, she was sure she could find something to do. Plus she could wash the dishes that had already been dirtied, keeping up on that task was a must.

"As for the alcohol, I dont drink on the job." though, people sometimes tip their waitresses in drinks, she had learned to carry around an empty beer bottle, and when the round came to her she would take the shot, then follow it with a swig from her "beer" though it would be empty except for the contents she spit back in it.

Vassili swung the door open and the music blared for a second before a beep sounded and it stopped. He turned quickly and cursed silently. He had overheated the amp.

"Thanks. Do you have a small fan?" With so many components running together in such a small area of the room it had grown warm around the door to the closet/room. That's what had caused the amp to overload. A fan would help tremendously.

"Come in, come in. The bar is done I think. I see you couldn't decide between coke or pepsi and got both. A few other things to." He had taken the keys from her hand deftly eyeing the briefcase. He wanted to chuckle. He was expecting a bad reaction to what was in it. Vassili hopped the bar and looked at the five guns all hooked up to a large ice well. The counter covered in cups. To the left was a set of taps for use with beer and the wall behind him was mirrored. It would eventually be lined with liquor.

"Can I get you any thing?" That wall had some bottles of juice as well. Some very rare juice at that.

Vassili grabbed one of the bottles of juice. Something from Japan and poured it into a glass. He set it on the counter and grinned.

"I'm efficient that's all. Linear thinking and working." He glanced over at the briefcase and prepared for the verbal assault.

"It is money, for you." He chuckled and put the combination in, the latched popped. With a click the lid locked out and he turned the case around to show her. It was fifteen across, six down and three deep. Hundred thousand dollar stacks.

"Twenty seven million dollars, charity donation to the Cafe. Don't ask, don't argue, don't complain. Spend it as you see fit, and let me stay here till I can't stand you. Which could be a long time. Or till you can't stand me." He pulled a hip flask from under the bar and took a swig. A mix of whiskey and Mountain Dew.

"And if you need more, I got plenty burning a massive crater in the Swiss Alps." He laughed jovially at this.

Kaden got to work as soon as Naomi had left. She filled a bucket full of warm sudsy water and cleaned the tables and chairs before arranging the things that went on them. She loped through the building, finding the Broom just as the buzzer for the rolls went off. Pulling them out without a mit she let them up on the counter top, shaking her hand as her fingers stung slightly from the heat, and continued on her way, sweeping the hard wood floor in silence. She listened to the music upstairs, and when it turned off she sighed slightly, turning her eyes to the ceiling. It was nice to have so much movement in the building. She leaned on the broom slightly before shrugging and panned the dirt up dumping it in the trash she moved to the large sink and filled half of it with hot water and elt some of the dishes soak, sitting on the countertop and swinging her feet back and forth slightly, humming.

She did not why it hurt her for Vas to say all the things that he had. With pursed lips, Naomi wanted to drown out all the poppy-c**k, in her opinion and walk out.

"Money can never buy me happiness. If I do use this money and my business thrives, I'll be more glad that I had friends to support me than the riches to help it grow." The tears were coming already. "I don't want your money but I'm grateful for the offer. Like I said, I'll have to discuss this with Kaden." His eyes sent a chill through her but she dismissed it in her present mental state.

Naomi wiped at her face. She should have understood his last bit of reasoning, his sudden need to be around other people. She had tried something like that even though she loved being by herself sometimes. She released a sigh, left her half-full glass and picked up the briefcase. "I'll be back." The manager left the pounding Party hall and walked down to the kitchen, in hope of finding Kaden. She found the wolf-girl sitting on the counter. The briefcase rested beside her and Naomi paced in front of her friend.

"We have a problem." A recap of the conversation between Vas and herself followed this abrupt statement. "So, what do you think?"

Naomi listened as her friend told her her thoughts on the subject. For herself, she did not want to accept the money but it would make a big difference where their business was concerned. It could help fix things and there was even the idea of keeping it as insurance in case of anything.

Naomi breathed slowly as she said, "Hmm, I have to agree with you. It just took me by surprise and I always feel that men have an ulterior motive. Who gives away twenty-seven mil and is sane, honestly?" The woman laughed at herself, "But yes, we will accept the money even if I still have my doubts." For the wolf-girl's last two questions, Naomi's face was etched with sadness. "Yes, I was but no, he did not hurt me. He's not the one that hurt me. I'm just not very trusting of men."

With that out of the way, she brightened and told her co-worker that she was going to tell Vas the good news - for him, anyway - as well as that when she returned from upstairs, they could sort out making the account. "Or do you want to handle that, Kaden? I mean, we could always deal with it later after the work day." Naomi eyed the briefcase somberly as she awaited the girl's response.

((It's okay. We knew you just got a job so it was obvious that you would be busy. Oh, really? How so? Overworking you or something? Also, how do you guys feel about just pretending that there are customers - fillers, if you may - because I don't think anyone is coming soon to Rp as a customer. It was just a suggestion.))