āØInsurance & A Dream (Hot Summer Plans for the Stripper AU) āØ
The floor under her heels feltā¦ soggy. She'd never claim the floors of the Snake Pit were immaculate, but this was a new level of gross, in Gigi's (unbiased) opinion.
She fluffed the poncho she had elected to wear during the damage inspection, neatly arranging the hood around her curls, then continued further into the building. Her heels didn't even click with the amount of damage done, and one spot in particular gave a squelch that she danced away from without hesitation.
It wasn't great. It wasn't even good. And the color of the back of Viago's neck told her that she needed to offer him some sort of positive before he went absolutely off the deep end.
"Well," she said, with only an inkling of an idea about where she could go with this. "Look at it this wayā"
"I am looking this way, at what used to be the bar, Is there something worse I should look at?" Viago bit back at her. Sidestepping a puddle, Gigi came up alongside him, her fingers light on his elbow to guide him to look at her.
"No. Well, yes, because it looks like the wall there is buckling, but that's not what I am talking about," Gigi continued, her tone placating. "We have a significant insurance policy. A healthy one, I would even say. And this truly was an accident."
At least she fucking hoped it was. Jer wouldn't (would he?). It had just been a poor circumstance, but not wholly unexpected ā she was very thorough. Unfortunately, so was the sprinkler system. It had taken just one fiery cocktail that had reacted a touch too enthusiastically for the whole system to activate, sparking an evacuation of the building and briefly turning the Snake Pit into a wading pool.
"You've been wanting to renovate, Viago," she said, keeping her tone light.
"Can you please take that thing off? I cannot take you seriously," Viago complained, because he needed something to complain about.
"No. I do not trust the sprinklers and I will not be prey to their whims. Please listen to me." Gigi gestured to the soaked interior of the Snake Pit. It reminded her of the Wet'n'Wild promotion they'd done a while back. This was marginally worse than the slip'n'slide.
"We have to shut down anyway to remediate. Why not justā¦ start fresh? Get all of this out, use the insurance money to renovate the way you've been wanting to?" Gigi asked. "We could reopen in a few months time with a new interior, updated techā¦ we'd be real competition again, Viago. Club Dellamorte competition."
That got his attention, exactly as Gigi had hoped. Viago scanned the Snake Pit in all its grotesquely moist glory and his brow furrowed into the infamous dimple.
"What do we do with the crew? It would take monthsā¦" he trailed off, not shutting down the idea but seeking a solution.
Gigi grinned. "Well. Gemma had an interesting idea. Let's go back to the officeā¦"
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