The Empress' Legs

[jammi]

A short man wearing glasses coughed from the corner. "For future reference, could I just ask whether you're offended by any bar being here, or by the fact that you think Bowex owns it? If the latter, I'd certainly hope you did some research." As the sheriff and deputies turned their attention on him, he seemed to crumple into his suit a little. He didn't like guns.

"It's just... Ahem, this establishment is the property of the proprietor. Not Bowex." He shuffled awkwardly for a moment. "I would hope you plan on repressing the freedoms of any other prospective businesses that are establishing themselves in the area, regardless of creed or race as well."

The men looked neither pleased nor impressed.

"Um... Can I have a copy of this legal cortex then? I'd like the sections on property, commercial zoning, industry and business laws in particular."

//Magic some laws up regarding this sort of thing and I'll comply to them. Can't expect me to abide by what isn't there.

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