[november catchall - closed-ish]

[etiquette]

Who: harry hart etiquette & various
What: november catch-all for event stuff!
When: early november
Where: wyver mostly, little bit of olympia probs
Warning(s): def some nsfw jungle heat threads in here, beware!


[this is a catch-all for late october/early november threads! if anyone else would like to plot something or needs a starter feel free to hit me up by pm or on plurk over at obscurial. i'm def up for more during the new plot! c:]

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[vorrutyer]

[ By's mood certainly isn't the best. This suit had been expensive - and more to the point, he'd liked it. It had flattered him. Nice cut, good stitching, fine material - and now, with a great big gash ripped into the sleeve by some vicious vines, it's certainly all but ruined. You can't just fix a suit. You end up looking like a ragamuffin.

And so he doesn't return the smile. Instead, his mouth is fixed into quite the pout. ]

A whiskey, if you have it. I need a drink after this disaster. [ And then, as an afterthought, neutrally - ] And just Vorrutyer, if you please. Not Mr. Vorrutyer.

[etiquette]

[well, harry's had his fair share of lovely suits ruined, thought it's moreso a stray bullet or knife slice variety--and there was that one time merlin wouldn't let him live down involving a flame-thrower and a permanent singe on one of his favourite navy pinstripes. not that he can share this, but the point is, he can let his face fall into something sympathetic. there's decent enough whiskey in the cabinet, something the owner had left behind for any clientele he supposes, and he pours out a good amount into a glass before handing it over.

maybe he's even on the border of coddling as his tone takes on something meant to soothe.]

As it happens, even the worst of these unfortunate disasters can be rectified in the proper hands.

[he reaches out to thumb at the tear, feeling the split threads and taking note of how long and wide it is. his gaze flicks back up to meet byerly's with another smile, this one a little more triumphant and warm behind his glasses.]

A little bit of a complex reweaving, but nothing I can't handle.

[vorrutyer]

Really?

[ By frowns in a bit of surprise. He looks down at the tear, then up at Harry. ]

I've never had a tailor who was able to repair something like this before.

[etiquette]

[harry isn't one to outright brag about things, no. he'd much rather let his work speak for itself and do the showing off for him. still, after so many years of not receiving credit where it's due, he appreciates the rare occasions it's offered to him even in mild surprise.]

That's a shame. I'm only honoured I'll have the privilege of making sure you get a job done right, in that case.

[another flicker of a smile.]

I'll need a few days.

[vorrutyer]

Hm.

[ By sips his whiskey, considerably better pleased now. ]

And what shall be the price for your genius, esteemed craftsman?

[etiquette]

[harry glances to the side, over his shoulder slightly before leaning in conspiratorially.]

Normally this sort of thing would cost a fortune where I come from, but thankfully they aren't quite so snobbish here.

Besides, as an acquaintance of mine I think that deserves some consideration as well.

[harry steps back around the counter, writing out a few notes on the hand-written receipt before sliding it across the surface for byerly to have a look at. he's not foolish enough to think that even if they all had money where they once came from, that they've got the same amount of it now. it's reasonable, else this place would never have any business at all.]

How does that look?

[vorrutyer]

Hm. Not bad.

[ Very reasonable, actually. Though By can't resist, shooting Harry a wink. ]

Would the price be lower if I offered partial repayment in the form of a kiss?

[etiquette]

[absolutely not, I’m afraid, would have been his response back at kingsman. their tailoring business was strictly professional and on the books, though agents were no stranger to utilizing bribery and whatever methods would open up their marks when necessary. there’s not much harry would bat an eyelash at these days.

this isn’t a mission and really, it’s not like this is the same kind of establishment as a true bespoke tailor on savile row. besides, maybe down the line byerly will return the favour somehow. and for god’s sake, it’s not like they’re talking about selling secrets or high grade weaponry here. there’s a little room to haggle.

still, he can’t resist teasing a little, pausing a moment to pretend to think about it.]

What sort of establishment would I be working for if that was an acceptable form of payment?

[another pause, and then he lets his lip tug into a small smirk. he scribbles out the original number and offers another one across the countertop again.]

An interesting one, I should think. If you’re amenable, name your terms.

[right here and now? or after harry leaves the shop?]