Mike Donahue

They're so far out in the boonies there's no more street lights to illuminate their way and Fen's got a busted out headlight. He can hear their breathing -ragged and choppy like they're trying to calm themselves down. Good. He's going to let them fester for a little bit longer. "Why don't you start by telling me what you were doing all the way out here alone?" He wonders if they were shoved out of a car or trying to run from something. Or someone. Is it better or worse that Fen was the one to stumble upon them? Their hero, no? "Pretty thing like you wandering aimlessly on your own just doesn't feel right."

"I thought so too." Ben laughs softly because he'd only ever gotten numbers on napkins when people were too shy to ask him to just take out his damn phone. Ben can't help but watch the others face his gaze darting between his eyes and mouth before he's smiling and Ben mirrors it with one of his own. "I mean I don't need a discount. Money isn't really an issue. Besides if it's for life it's worth it." Ben's a bit of a hopeless romantic. Obviously made evident about him talking about this to some random girl in the club and following up on it.

"Handsome. Not a total psycho. Rich enough to say money isn't an issue. Still not seeing how you're single... Even if you are a stage five clinger." Remus reached forward and plucked a hair from Ben's head, "I already applied the discount. I'm not printing a second quote so you'll just have to accept it." He slid the hair into a small plastic baggy, "For real, though. What skeletons are you hiding in your closet?

"Oh." Ben blinks slowly as he takes in all that the other is saying. "Well this girl in the club could tell I was feeling some type of way. She said she could tell I was lonely." He explains which feels like way too much to share with this poor stranger. Ben's never met decorum and has no issue spilling his guts. He keeps staring right at the other man, "a card? No she wrote it on a napkin." Ben shakes his head as he pulls it out of his pocket. "Can I still have a discount?"

"A napkin. You know it's a totally legit recommendation when it's from the back of a napkin." Remus kept a straight face for several, long, moment before nodding with a crooked smile. "Sure. You can get the discount. Fair warning: love spells aren't cheap." He printed out a check and handed it to Ben, "Price look good? I ask for a deposit up front - to cover the cost of ingredients - and the rest after you've used the spell.

For some reason he feels caught out even though he's allowed to be in here. He watches the other and nods slowly even though he does not know how to ask for what he wants. Then again he does think it must be popular right? He feels a flicker of embarrassment in his belly as he glances towards the doorway where the other had come through. The girl from the club hadn't mentioned anything else beyond the shop.

"Really. They come for the coffee and fresh made pastries. They stay for the ghosts... Most people treat this part like a glorified souvenir shop." Probably not the best thing to say to a prospective customer, but something about the man's demeanor had Remus quietly charmed and lowering his guard. "Don't get many referrals. But, if they gave you a card, I'll give you a 10% discount.

Ben feels frantic as he keeps waving the papers of the Wikipedia pages he printed off about witchcraft and love spells. It's crossed his mind that this might be the only way and he'd spoken to a girl in the club who asked him about his zodiac sign so he asked her if she knew anybody who could conjure up a spell to make someone fall in love and she strangely said yes. Wrote down the address of a shop and slipped it into his pocket. So here he is standing in front of the shop with the papers flapping in his grasp before he opens the door with a confidence he always carries himself with.

The quiet chime of the door had alerted Remus to the stranger's presence. But, with business booming in the cafe, and his servers on break, he'd been forced to leave them to idle as he carefully watched them through a grainy screen. Almost five minutes had slipped by before Remus was able to slip away and approach the customer in question.

"Now, tell me more. What's the build up for when we get home? Where're you imagining it'll happen?"

The ten dollar mark was too high, however. "I don't think just a handful of days is worth the price of the tickets. One day for every two dollars," Eli countered. He was a hard negotiator. He'd been trained by the best. Still, he appreciated Mike trying, and was willing to budge a little. Like any good negotiation, he had a price in mind and started well below it.

"Once in a lifetime concert...farewell tour....you'll never get to see them perform together again..." Eli teased into the phone, trying to make Mike crack.

"Am I paying for the cost of my ticket or both? The cost is no joke. Even the nose-bleed seats are hundreds of dollars each." There was another long pause, "Five days. I'll even throw in a second date for good measure -- dinner. Just you and me. To redeemed at a time and day of your choosing." He replied, "When would the timer start?"

"I mean yea, I can buy those tickets to that concert," Eli says with a dismissive wave of his hand. His dad was loaded, his card had the funds. Money was just a concept to Eli. "And I wouldn't do that for anyone, but for you...I could be convinced." He also knew that you should never give something away for free. His dad's endless droning about capitalism made that clear.

"So how about this. If I buy these for you I have two conditions:" Eli held up two fingers, fingers. "First, I go with you. It IS a date. Second, for every dollar I spend on these tickets...you wear a chastity cage for one day. That's how you'll pay for them. Tickets now, pay 'em off in days caged." Eli knew his condition was somewhat insane. But if this guy really wanted these tickets that bad, and he needed Eli to pay for them...would he cave? And if he could cave once, could Eli make him cave again, for something else?

"A date. I can handle that. But won't your dad be mad? I have bills to pay, Eli. I can't lose my job." He briefly glanced at his phone, taking a moment to google chastity cage. "That's... That'd make topping guys real difficult." Mike hesitated, "How about one day for every ten dollars?"