Grayell rolled his bottle in his hand and rested on the table beside her legs.
We need to explain to Orp and Serenity why it is they're no longer needed. And we have to do it tactfully so as to not make a complete mess of things.
Then we need to reassure the people that we have their best interests at heart and make some real changes, make in impact in town. Reducing crime was a huge step forward, but we've done little to improve the town outside of the garrison and the prison. Something that really gives to the people... like a park would be nice. Something that they can all enjoy.
We should consider where we intend to do business because I am tired of this chicken coop and also whether we keep the open public format or what. There's a lot of work involved as you know.
Then we need to discuss what we intend for the guard and I need to look into establishing the Vanguard and making damn sure it's done the right way. We will sort out jurisdiction and anyone who is keen will have to have a very thorough understanding of what we hope to achieve.
By then... I figure we'll be pretty tanked and probably mostly naked somewhere and one of us will turn the other one down before hitting a cold shower.
He looked at her slyly, taking a swig from his bottle. It wouldn't get that far, but nothing said he couldn't mess with her as expected.
Like a wart you want to remove, until you realize, it defines you. She nodded and took a deep breath.
We may use Orp's economic knowledge and Serenity's magical knowledge and possible noble connections in an advisory position. Wouldn't be a demotion per se. Don't think they would mind, seeing as how they don't do anything as it is. No offense to either of them. She took a drink and thought a moment.
Park would be good. Then roads. Then a proper market, marked out. We should scouts to other towns, see if we can get a trade flowing.
Grayell was still smirking as he took another drink and shifted his weight back to sit on the table. He looked at her for a while, then tilted his head.
You know, you're going to have a whole new reputation. You can't be so rough and tumble if you're going to be in office.
Crap. You may have to wear a dress some time.
He knew that would get a reaction and hid his grin behind another mouthful of liquor.
Her smile faltered. She leaned on the desk and gave him a condescending look.
Not on your life. If I have to do anything fancy, I'm sending Serenity in my place. Even I have to go, it's suits for me. She mimed straightening a suit and tie.
I think I could pull it off. Nice purple suit. You think?
Grayell sighed and then laid back on the table, his legs still dangling off the edge from the knees down. he took a careful swig and then rested the bottle on his chest.
No. You're much too pretty for that. You'll never take my advice of course.
That wasn't him flirting, just stating the facts as he saw it.
He chuckled and just stared at the ceiling. Another swig, another relaxing breath.
Let me be honest. You have a sensational body Blueberry, I mean incredible. Call me fickle but I like the athletic build and well, you have it down.
I understand the armor. I still think it's cumbersome. But once in a while... you could consider say a dress and a jacket. Be a little feminine but has some shoulders on it, make it powerful. Have your hair up, you know; ladylike but all business. You wouldn't need to show a great deal of skin... but your hips.... well.
Yeah moving on. Show a little skin, a nice necklace, some earrings. A dab of make-up perhaps. It wouldn't be cheap, it wouldn't be slutty and it would leave men still wandering what you looked like in the buff - but it would drop the image once in a while. Let people see you as one of them instead of the relentless warrior.
I think it would be good for your image personally. Simple, elegant and effective.
Of course, you put some glasses on that look and you've got a whole new ball game....
As he described that, she slowly got a more and more disgusted look on her face, before finally scrunching up her nose as if encountering something nasty.
Yuck. Remind me never to ask you again. Dress. As if. No dresses. She sighed.
Ok, some pants. Slacks, leather. Tight as they come. A cotton shirt, white, loose sleeves. A corset, black of course but with some detail, tied tight in front. Ample cleavage - you don't need to buy that in a story obviously.
Boots. Leather as well... at least knee high. Further would be epic.
Maybe some gloves if you're so inclined. Hair braided perhaps... something simple. A different weapon, a dagger or blade. A loose belt, dropped on one side. You'd be all ready to kick ass, no heavy cumbersome anything to hold you down. Quite the adventurer.
A choker would be to die for with that ensemble... but he knew full well the mention would upset her. Another swig, a smile to go with it.