Café Vue Sur L'Océan

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"Hey! Mama! Could you get the guys to clear out the reserved section tonight? Monsieur Reaver's going to be coming in and I'd prefer it if that end were clear, oui? Merci, mama, merci."

Charlemagne, or "Charley" as his nickname, had invited a client back to the Café to discuss some business. The place was immaculate, of course, but he wanted to be doubly sure that nobody who shouldn't be hearing the conversations would be. It always was a mess when they did. That blood stain never did properly come off the kitchen floor from the last unlucky sap.

Charley sat, propping his feet up on an adjacent chair, and grabbed a datapad to do some reading while he waited for the merc to show.