"I'll make sure. Trust me?" Edward got up, tipped his hat again and then headed over to the stage entrance, leaving Victor and Oswald alone at the table.
"I don't trust him." Victor was just saying. It wasn't as if he thought that Edward would actively harm Oswald, but he knew the man lacked judgement. He had had to help him out in sticky situations due to his exes too often to trust that. "I'll search the guy before he gets too close."
"Smart. I don't trust Edward much either but he's funny so I let him have his way to see what will happen. I'd never let him actually get me into trouble though." He watched Edward waltz off like he was king of the world and honestly, he found it endearing. Edward wanted to be the man in the spotlight all the damn time, he believed in himself and worshipped himself. Good rock star, terrible friend.
"I believe he and his ... new friend, the country boy, are having a fling or something. Perhaps love or intense lust will cool his jets a little." Perhaps.
"When has love or lust ever done that for anyone?" Victor felt that was a reasonable question. Especially when someone was as self-destructive as Edward. Or, honestly, his boss could be at times, but he wisely refrained from pointing that out.
He watched a man approach their table, looking a little hesitant. Good, he didn't need too much confidence in someone who was after Oswald. Dangerous, that. "He does have good cheekbones."
Weird ears though. Victor got up and walked over to pat the man down, then instruct him to spread his legs and arms and turn around, so he could pat him down more thoroughly. He supposed it also served a dual purpose of showing off the goods for Oswald.
Well. Okay. This was going to be fun. With an amused little smile, he gave Edward in the distance a thumbs up before clicking his fingers at Victor so he got the fun of playing saviour. "Victor, come on, don't paw him. Sit back down, relax. I'm sure he's not armed." And if he was, he was stupid - and Edward didn't like stupid people. He would be rather dumb to try and kill Oswald, given his unfortunate lanky form. He did wonder what his chest looked like though - a man could dream.
"I'm sorry, I totally blanked on your name, Edward did tell me. I'm sure you know who I am." Oswald never bothered to introduce himself any more. "Take a seat."
"Arthur. Arthur Myers, Mr Cobblepot." Arthur smiled, a little rattled by having been searched for weapons by a terrifying looking bodyguard. This did not usually happen to him, ever. He sat down, since said bodyguard pushed a chair out for him, then looked at Oswald, hoping he'd come across as less nervous and awkward than he felt. "I've been studying your career for a while. It's fascinating. You must be a singular man. An embodiment of this city, in a way."
"So may say that, yes. Though few would like to admit it." Oswald liked him, he was fun. And he liked him a lot. And, let's face it, very good looking. Even if they weren't true love, he was sure they would have a lot of sex in the coming weeks. If Arthur was down. And based on how sure Edward was, he was 99% certain he'd get something out of thus. "I'm mostly invested in the entertainment and bar side of Gotham but I do like to branch out, it gets boring staying in one box."
"Yes, I--" Wait, he probably shouldn't admit to being aware of any illegal activity. Some kind of genius he was tonight. "I concur. I branch out a lot too, it's always better to have multiple revenue streams."
What he was trying not to think about was all the many things Edward had somehow managed to insinuate. How could he even fit that many innuendos into one conversation? "I'm sorry if I seem rattled, Edward is-- He's suggestive, isn't he?" He laughed a little, shaking his head. "I am not like this usually."
"Did he tell you to say a bunch of dirty jokes and innuendos? He does that, don't listen to him. He believes everyone is as horny as he is. And even if we are, we don't just want to discuss it. Non-stop." Oswald smiled, somewhat charmed by how much Arthur was trying - his hands were literally shaking. Edward was a dear friend but a very strange wingman. His tactics worked better on the Joker or his girls, not so much Oswald.
"Would you like to go and talk somewhere private, away from the potential of Edward appearing and trying to talk you into something you don't want." Cause only Oswald wanted to do that. He smiled at Edward, pleasant and seeming very interested, even if he was a cynic at heart. "I have a backroom we could use."
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"I don't trust him." Victor was just saying. It wasn't as if he thought that Edward would actively harm Oswald, but he knew the man lacked judgement. He had had to help him out in sticky situations due to his exes too often to trust that. "I'll search the guy before he gets too close."
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"I believe he and his ... new friend, the country boy, are having a fling or something. Perhaps love or intense lust will cool his jets a little." Perhaps.
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He watched a man approach their table, looking a little hesitant. Good, he didn't need too much confidence in someone who was after Oswald. Dangerous, that. "He does have good cheekbones."
Weird ears though. Victor got up and walked over to pat the man down, then instruct him to spread his legs and arms and turn around, so he could pat him down more thoroughly. He supposed it also served a dual purpose of showing off the goods for Oswald.
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"I'm sorry, I totally blanked on your name, Edward did tell me. I'm sure you know who I am." Oswald never bothered to introduce himself any more. "Take a seat."
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Hence some black market, underground meddling.
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What he was trying not to think about was all the many things Edward had somehow managed to insinuate. How could he even fit that many innuendos into one conversation? "I'm sorry if I seem rattled, Edward is-- He's suggestive, isn't he?" He laughed a little, shaking his head. "I am not like this usually."
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"Would you like to go and talk somewhere private, away from the potential of Edward appearing and trying to talk you into something you don't want." Cause only Oswald wanted to do that. He smiled at Edward, pleasant and seeming very interested, even if he was a cynic at heart. "I have a backroom we could use."