Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-13593058-20151215045343

Alice found herself waiting in a grand and luxurious golden lounge of a casino after her significantly long flight to the kingdom. She had seated herself in a firm white leather comforter which felt supportive to weight and placed the white suitcase as well as the signed black box by her feet.

The floor was lined in various square tiles made of warm, yellow granite which were organized in fantastic patterns of symmetry. Rising from them, 4 marbled pillars of the purest white held up a vanilla cieling.

In front of her was a black coffee table with a simple yet sharp design, on top of which Alice had set up a game of Jenga she had brought with her on her travels. Currently, it was a weak looking tower of wood, with every other block on each level having been pulled and no other moves that could be done without causing the tower to fall. Suddenly, a man rushed by her with great purpose before stopping next to the coffee table. The sudden gust of wind caused the tower to tilt but did not give way. Alice turned to the new arrival, a skinny looking man with pale skin and red hair wearing a freshly ironed tuxedo. He had a gold plated named tag of which Alice paid no attention to but dictated the individual as a staff member of the casino.

"Welcome to Barnes'-" the man began to speak but his eyes abruptly widened with terror. Alice then heard a devestating crash beside her as her Jenga tower crashed due to the wind generated by the man's speech. "I'm so sorry." the man nervously apologized.

"It's fine, I was done anyway." she replied.

"Ah... Mr. Barnes will see you now." He waved his hand in an escorting manner to a set of double doors made of rich mahogany. Alice, her mask still tightly strapped to her face, marched herself to the door in compliance.

 "Ah, Ms. Memories, I have been expecting you." A well aged man greeted Alice behind a deep wooden desk. The man waved his hands in a dismissive manner which prompted two other suited men who were already in the room to close the double doors behind her. "Please, take a seat." He gestured to one of the two red felted Victorian-esque chairs in front of his desk. Out of respect, she took the one to the right. "I trust that you have something for me?" He continued.

 Alice produced the box and placed it onto the table for the man who reached out to claim his package but found himself unable to move the box away from Alice's palm which was still placed firmly ontop of the box.

 "You hired an awfully expensive courier to deliver just a fifteen-thousand lien bottle of whiskey," Alice questioned before letting go of the box. "Mr. Barnes."

 "Oh?" Donovan seemed taken aback, "I thought you were respectful of the privacy of your client's packages?"

 "I said I would not open the package, noone said anything about being able to smell what is in the box." Alice calmly argued, " Fifty-two years, not bad in tastes. A little expensive for what I have in mind."

 A few seconds of silence passed by until Donovan erupted in laughter.

 "You're as good as my friends say you are!" He remarked while openning the dox to reveal a wooden box with the words Macallan 52 etched into the front in gold leaf. "Well, you weren't lying, the seal wasn't broken and it's exactly as you said, I paid fifteen grand for it." He proceeded to extract the liquor itself which was housed in a rather unimpressive glass bottle. The honey-like liquid sloshing inside it as he did so. He then bent down underneath his desk and reappeared with two chilled glass lowballs with sphere shaped ice blocks deposited in them. "May I interest you in a drink?"

 "What do you want?" Alice interjected as Donovan poured out the precious spirit into the two glasses. He pushed one towards Alice and cupped the other in his hand to swish and enjoy its luxurious aroma.

 "Always straight to the point.  You see, people like me, " Donovan started, " in my kind of work, tend to break a few deals here and there. My head seems to be worth some money too." He took a sip from his glass but instantly produced a soured face. He placed the drink back down and gestured one of the two men by the door to approach him. The man then produced a black suitcase and placed it onto the table, unclasping it as he did and revealed several rows of raw cash inside. "In other words, I need to invest in some life insurance."

 "I don't kill." Alice stated blatently.

<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:14px;line-height:22px;"> "I didn't say you have to did I? Anyway, what do you say? Do we have an agreement?"