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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 17, 2017 5:57:47 GMT -6
Getting used to the Hotel was not being particularly hard for Dean, at all. If he had learned anything, it was that a bed was all he really needed to get his mind working properly. With his back now pressed against the soft sheets of the bed he had been given, the raven haired man closed his eyes and exhaled deeply before yawning, finally releasing a bit of the exhaustion he had come to accumulate ever since moving over to Gatsberry.
Beatrice seemed nice enough, even if something about her felt odd. Looking in her eyes and her expression, he had a feeling she was not being completely honest with me. Everyone had secrets in Gatsberry, it seemed, some good, others bad. He would have to take his time and see what was really going on behind Hotel Aquila's closed doors. If Beatrice was a spy for the mob, he could be in deep trouble. If she had other ventures...time would have to tell, wouldn't it?
His thoughts were interrupted by the frantic ringing of the telephone, prompting him to yawn heavily and even groan for an instant before rolling over to stand up and pick up the device, firmly pressing it against his ear. "Bring tea? Room 205? Yeah, alright. Sure, be there in a second." he replied with a casual tone, his eyes focused on rolling up a cigarette; a hobby he got quite used to.
Dean did not take long to walk out of his room, making his way downstairs rather quickly to go and pick up the tea. If it was going to be this sort of task he'd perform, it didn't seem too hard. Maybe Beatrice was trying to soften him up towards her before asking harder things?
"Ms. Jennings, right? Sure, I'll get it done." he shrugged with a calm expression, picking up what he had to. "Do you always give tea to your costumers?" he asked, making small talk.
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Post by Beatrice Harris on Jun 18, 2017 22:47:59 GMT -6
After hearing her accomplice's quick reply, the matron carefully set the plates of tea cups on the wooden table where they had sat previously. It would have been quite a shame if any of her tea were to spill on the table, even though it wouldn't have made much of a difference if a few drops had sloshed onto the floor. If it was on any of the rooms, however, Dean would have had hell to pay on his account. Speak of the devil, Dean approached her and asked her to clarify.
"That is correct, Mister Dean. Carolyn Jennings in 205." Ms. Harris nodded her head and went to add some more assets to the girls' teas that she had forgotten. Some liked two lumps of sugar while others preferred one or none. "As for tea, it is a common request in this hotel. There is no doubting that it is. My tea is imported straight from the oriental countries. I hate to be off topic, but, if I am not mistaken, I didn't recall you giving your surname. Do you have one?"
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 19, 2017 6:28:27 GMT -6
Nodding slowly at her, he could not help but find it...kind of the woman to provide her residents with tea. He assumed that in a smaller business, one would need to get connected to their costumers, in order to have them stay. It didn't stop feeling odd, but he wouldn't question her at all. It was not a particularly complicated job, he was alright with it so far. It helped him spend his time, at the very least.
"McCoppin. Dean McCoppin." he mentioned his last name in a rather casual tone, tapping his fingers on the board that hosted the cups of tea. He truly had not given his last name, really not liking to do so. His surname was not something he enjoyed talking about, because he liked some secrecy, but he figured Beatrice deserved the honesty.
Dean was also fascinated by the mention of the tea's origins. Surely, it would be a bit more expensive for a smaller business to manage imports from the orient. Times were not too kind for the lower class. It was still amusing. Smiling a bit, he picked up the board and nodded at her. "Anything else, Miss H?"
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Post by Beatrice Harris on Jun 20, 2017 12:34:23 GMT -6
"McCoppin..." Beatrice repeated casually, trying to put that name to memory. It had somewhat of an Irish flair to it. Perhaps it was, and that was why he hadn't given it previously. She was aware that Irishmen were social pariahs, but since when was she ever the one to judge?
Dean McCoppin asked if there was anything else he needed to do. Although she could really benefit from the extra help around the hotel, the task she had originally asked of him was enough to satisfy her. She could handle Ms. Jennings by herself; she had handled her customers much better than anyone ever had. For the lonely, she was a companion. For the orphaned, she - for the most part - was a mother and mentor, when she hadn't many things on her schedule.
"I believe that will be all for tonight, Dean." Ms. Harris shooed her employee out of the room, "if you need anything else, make sure to call or attempt to find me around the hotel."
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