Hope's Haven ~ A little taste of Gallia

[Malaclypse 666]

"Merry! The Gaming Parlor looks fabulous! Tastefully decorated yet discrete. I hope those Spa & Cruise lackeys didn't give you any trouble."

"Oh, Not at all, Mr. Waverly! They kept running about and mumbling about a rather large bonus. I take it that be your doin'?"

"Just a little extra incentive, Lass. I've contacted the croupiers and dealers from my previous establishment, and they should be arriving shortly. Make sure they get decent accomodations, will you? You'll also be seeing some new ads for "Hope's". I've enlisted Lawrence, Curlieu, and Morenci as our agency, and we should be seeing a marketing blitz to rival even those Cryer boys and their "E.D." palliative "Stick-em-up"."

"Tee Hee, Mr. Waverly. I never did believe that a man could take a wee pill and become a stallion. It's there, or it ain't, I be thinkin'."

"That may be, young Merry. You've done a piece of work here that your Mistress Skye would be proud of! We're still searching dilligently for word of her, but nothing so far. We will persevere. Until we do, I would like you to continue handling the day-to-day details around here. And call me "Pops". I don't really consider myself your employer... I'm just filling in until your Skyedaughter returns. But in the meantime, I see no reason we shouldn't rehabilitate this rather empty establishment into a wee cash cow, em?"

"The staff is ready and waiting Mr. W.... err, Pops." Drinks, victuals and games of chance it will be. If only Skye were here to kick us off with one of her beautiful tunes...."

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