As long as the room keeps singing

[futureleader]

WHO: quire & lalonde (futureleader & nitidus)
WHERE: a pretentious cafe for pretentious little snots (it's called #ashtag Cafe)
WHEN: right now
WARNINGS: illegal shenanigans involving fake ids
SUMMARY: Quentin still has his business of creating fake IDs open to anyone interested in purchasing them. Friends get discounts. Friends also get the most convincing fake IDs created for their own personal interest. Rose is a friend. Also, a pretentious little cafe & friend.
FORMAT: quicklog!?!?

[Although he advertised it months ago, Quentin was still in the business of creating fake IDs for his fellow teenagers. He didn't need to know what his buyers were going to use them for, just that he was going to profit off of their partying and under-aged shenanigans. Not wanting to fall into the 'dangerous pit of capitalism' however, he made sure his IDs were the best of the best, and kept on the look out for new ways to improve them. When friends wanted to purchase his IDs, he made certain that he would cater the ID to their needs and give them the best access to unlimited partying. All he had to do was create the ID, enter the information into the system and they could party away.

Quentin sits in the far corner of the cafe, typing away at a small laptop. Who knows how long he's sat there, but he seems to be in his groove as he multitasks between updating his twitter feed, playing video games, and browsing the worldly news. To his side, he has a vanilla folder and envelope placed on the table. There he sits, waiting for his triple chocolate shake with sprinkles.

But more importantly, he waits for Rose.]

Comments

[nitidus]

[Rose is fashionably late. Perhaps she ought to invest in a watch one day. Today is not that day! She shows up very casually, her purse over her shoulder and her scarf almost up to her nose. Quentin is not a subtle looking dude. Rose spots him easily enough the further into the cafe she walks.

She orders tea before she approaches him. English Breakfast, three sugars and enough milk to make tea purists want to barf.

Tray in hand, she sets in down onto his table and then takes the seat opposite him. ]

Very discreet, Mr. Quire.

[Sarcasm. ]

[futureleader]

[He pulls his glasses down part way to peer over the brim at Rose. With satisfaction that only Quentin would understand, he pushes his glasses up and smiles.]

Miss Lalonde, as sarcastic as ever.

[Just on cue, his triple chocolate shake with sprinkles is delivered to him, giving him even more of a reason to smile. He removes the spoon and places it on a napkin. Then, he carefully takes the chocolate straws and crushes them up, sprinkling them over the shake.]

My bet was on my shake getting here before you, but it appears I'm wrong. How are you today?

[nitidus]

Feeling rather victorious thanks to your shake.

[She pours her tea, half-smirking and completely honest. ]

And how are you?

[futureleader]

[He sighs and half-rolls his eyes.]

Working on stuff and things. One of them is for you.

[He slides the folder over to Rose, while opening the envelope. Inside the folder, Rose will find some basic paperwork for identification purposes. Name, date of birth, etc. etc.]

It's not quite finalized but since you're a friend of a friend, you kind of get to have priority on what you want said. Within reason, mind you.

[nitidus]

[She opens it to inspect the contents with an appraising eye. ]

So if I requested to be a Portugese Monarch, you would say no?

[futureleader]

I think that would attract some unwanted attention. But you could be a Portuguese noble if you think you could pull it off.

[He pulls out the contents of the envelope, throwing down five different cards onto the table for Rose to look at. They all look relatively the same, except for the coloring and placement of where the allotted information would go.]

I've also got five different types of identification from different states that are acceptable anywhere you want to go. Here's how they look. Of course, if you want to be a Portuguese noble, I'll have to get you a Portuguese passport and that'll cost extra.

[nitidus]

[She snorts. ]

New York is fine. With so many choices, how am I ever supposed to make up my mind, hm?

[She surveys them all with a close eye. Which is more realistic, etc. Really -- the only ID Rose has ever had is a passport. ]

[futureleader]

New York it is then, but I give you all these options so you can get your facts straight. Other people? They don't get to choose and have to memorize their facts or else they'll fuck up big time if they get corned into it.

[He smiles as he explains why he's giving Rose all these options.]

Now, I can have this ready in a day, less than a day in fact and I can send this to you bu mail or deliver it to you in person.

[GO TO BED.]

[nitidus]

[WOW LET ME GET TAG NIRVANA FIRST. ]

I might feel bad if you have to go out of your way to come to my house.

[She doesn't look like she may feel bad at all. ]

[futureleader]

[JUST TAG TOMORROW, WEIRDO.]

Like I have anything better to do, Rose.

[He seriously has nothing better to do, Rose.]

[nitidus]

You lead an exciting life, Mr. Quire.

[She is being completely sarcastic. ]