Ain't nothing special (Brendan)

[bob]

((Sorry if it short, haven’t played him in a while lol))
December 10, 2009

[/b]

Interesting Ian thought and as he was about to turn he ran into someone. However, he and this person touched (Sawyer Lewis). Ian’s memories suddenly came back. Talk about a major headache. He rubbed his head trying to figure why he was in the casino. He couldn’t really remember why, so he headed to the bar. Perhaps drinking would make him remember – it wasn’t a good idea, but who really cared. He sat at the bar and found himself reading the paper in his hand. The article that he was reading was old. It was about the carnival and for some reason, he had remembered what happen.

“I’m going to kill that fucker” he muttered about Samuel Sullivan. [/ul]

[brendan]

It had been almost a month since Brendan had met Melody by chance that day he went shopping and he hadn’t looked back since. Right now he and Gray had been planning Libby’s birthday party and so far they had managed to keep most of the plans from her, other than she knew who was going to be there. She was impossible to try and hide anything from even going as far as to ask Grayson about it. Thankfully he caught onto her deviousness and told her nothing other than it was going to be fantastic. Now they had almost finished the plans, Brendan decided it was time he spoke to Ian Simcoe about starting up the magazine which had been an idea going around his head for some time now. However, he had been unable to find the time to talk to Ian about it. He decided that today would be that day.

However it would appear that Ian wasn’t in his office when Brendan tried to contact him; it had been the same thing every time he tried to contact Ian. He was beginning to wonder if he would have to travel to where Ian was based to actually get to talk to him. For some reason Brendan found himself in The Corinthian, many a memory that place had he thought to himself with a smile and then followed by a frown, one too many memories actually and not all of them good. He went up and ordered himself a beer and took a look around, realising that it hadn’t changed much and after the two lots of weather damage he had caused with his anger, the place was still standing, surprisingly enough.

It was while he was scanning the place that he spotted him. Brendan looked again just to make sure and then realising that it was definitely him, he waited for his drink to be given to him, paid the barman and then made his way over to the figure. He put his hand on his shoulder, “Well, well if it ain’ the elusive Editor. Have ya any idea how long I’ve been tryin’ to get a hold of ya fer? I need to talk business if yer up fer it.” Brendan then walked round to face Ian and gave him a smile, “Can I get ya a beer or somethin’?” He really hoped Ian would be alright with what he wanted to do, he just felt that he loved being a part of The Chronicle, but with this venture, he would have something which was his own but have April as his assistant, giving Brendan more time to spend with Libby and Melody, to him it was the perfect solution and a way for Ian and The Chronicle to make extra money.

[bob]

Okay, so Ian wasn’t brain damaged anymore. Perhaps he could finally do that thing that was on his mind when before he had gone all crazy and ended up with no memory at all. Ian wanted to relocate the offices of the Chronicle. He figured it wouldn’t be no big deal as if he remembered correctly about half of his employees was from out here in Las Vegas. It really didn’t matter to him. Ian was just thinking of this as it would be a good thing to do. He was going to take a chance with this idea. Perhaps even call a meeting within the next few days to tell them his ideas. It wouldn’t hurt to actually inform them for once.

He would also inform them that he was sorry for not being there. If it weren’t for that fucking Carnival asshole – it wouldn’t have came to that. God he was so angry at the bastard. Ian wanted to teach that a guy a lesson. How was he going to teach him a lesson? Well, that was the thing he had no clue how he could teach the guy a lesson. It just bugged him that someone would go to lengths to make a person that way and yet not having his so-called friends even inform him of the situation. Note to self he really needed to get new friends. Perhaps he could put a bid on ebay for new friends.

However, Ian was taken from his thoughts when all of sudden he heard a familiar voice. He looked over his shoulder as the man placed his hand on his shoulder. “If it ain’t Brendan Harris,” Ian said with a surprised tone. He hadn’t expected to see his assistant editor. “Now how long have you been trying to find me?” Ian asked as he looked at Brendan for a moment. He let him finish his sentence as Brendan wanted to talk business. “It’s still alive is it!?” he asked with a slight rubbing of his head. He smiled and nodded, “Yes a beer would do me fine” Ian stated wondering what Brendan wanted to talk about.

[brendan]

Brendan couldn’t believe his editor had just stepped into The Corinthian, after the weeks he had been trying to get in touch with the man, of all places he should find him was in The Corinthian. He wondered how Ian would take to his suggestion of a weekly magazine to coincide with the paper on the Sunday edition. He couldn’t see Ian having a problem with it, but it wasn’t something he could just do without speaking to his boss. Brendan might be the boss of the other staff, but Ian was his boss, so Brendan always had someone to look up to as well. He could be a crazy soul but Brendan loved working for Ian, he never made his life a misery like some employers could.

After Brendan spoke to Ian, he had to chuckle at Ian’s response. The surprise tone in Ian’s voice hadn’t gone unnoticed by Brendan, which made him wonder if Ian had wanted to speak with him also. “Yeah it’s me, how’s it goin’ Mister Hotshot?” Mister Hotshot was Brendan’s nickname for Ian simply because he was Brendan’s boss and the editor of the paper, so he was the hotshot, the name suited Ian, at least it did in Brendan’s eyes. Ian then asked Brendan how long he had been trying to find him for. He threw his brain back to when he had met April that time, it was sometime in October if his memory served him right and now they were into the beginning of December, so it would probably be around four to five weeks. “Uhm, well I been tryin’ to get a hold of ya fer around four or five weeks I reckon now, where ya been at?” Brendan asked him before telling he wanted to talk business with the man.

Brendan again chuckled as Ian asked if the paper was still alive, “Ya left me in charge Mister Hotshot, wha’ ya think I’d let it fall to wreck an’ ruin? Tha’ sure as hell don’ say much abou’ yer trust in me ya know.” Brendan was teasing him naturally and he laughed some more, “Yeah it’s still alive, but I’ve got maself an idea, an’ I was hopin’ ya migh’ go fer it.” Brendan then asked if he could get Ian a beer or something and he replied saying a beer would do him fine. “Very well sir.” Brendan then went to the bar and ordered two beers, paid for them and handed one over to Ian, “There’s a booth over there, wanna go sit down, an’ then I can put ma proposition to ya?” Brendan asked as he began to make his way over to the booth he saw.

Once he was sat down and took a sip of his beer, and he waited for Ian to sit as well, he leaned forward slightly and began to tell him his plan. “I was wonderin’ wha’ ya’d think of a weekly magazine to come out with the Sunday edition of the paper? Ya see I been doin’ a lot of thinkin’ an’ I still love workin’ fer ya an’ in a way I still would be, but I’d love to be able to spend a bit more time with ma daughter, an’ I reckon this would be the best way. I’d put the money up fer it, so technically the magazine would be mine, but it would be part of The Chronicle, was thinkin’ in callin’ it The Insider. So, wha’ ya reckon Mister Hotshot, ya up fer it?” Brendan took another sip of his beer and hoped that Ian wouldn’t think he had suddenly gone mad or something.

[bob]

Ian Simcoe raised an eyebrow as his assistant editor. Ian had hired Brendan because of his cleverness and willing to get the job done. Ian just gave a slight chuckle and shook his head when Brendan talked him by his nickname. Boy, he hadn’t heard that nickname in a while. So it was hard to get to use to. “Oh I suppose I’m doing well” Ian said shaking his head yet again. Ian really didn’t know how he was doing. Lots of thoughts were in his mind. Ian wondered how long it had been. He just sighed when Brendan said it had been four to five weeks. “Shit” Ian muttered as Brendan asked him where he had been. “Let’s see I was in Vancouver doing a guest spot on Stargate then I went to the carnival to see if I could interview Samuel Sullivan again and that failed…I had my memory erased…then all of sudden when I walked into this place, my memory came back”

Ian watched as his assistant editor chuckled again when he had asked him about the paper still being alive. Well, he hoped it was still alive. He didn’t want anything to happen to that paper that was the guide to the evolved human community. “Hey, I trust you, it’s just I have never been gone more than a week from my baby,” he was referring to the paper as his baby. He gave a smile when he noticed that Brendan was just messing with him. Brendan did that a lot. “Glad it’s still alive” he said with a slight nod. Ian then told Brendan that a beer would be good. Brendan than ordered a beer and handed him the beer. Ian nodded as Brendan stated that there was a booth. “Alright” he said as he followed Brendan to the booth.

Ian wondered what this proposition was. Ian took a drink of his beer as he sat down across from Brendan as he placed his beer on the wooden table. He was going to ask what this proposition was, but it would seem Brendan was already speaking about it and Ian listened. It was an interesting idea. Ian wouldn’t mind having that a part of the Sunday paper. “That’s a good idea and I don’t mind that happening” Ian said with a slight nod as he took a drink of his beer. “So if you want to do it, I also have the money, but you’re welcome to pay for it, it’s after all your idea," Ian stated as he sipped another beer. "So what was this magazine going to consist off?" he asked in a curious tone.

[brendan]

Brendan gave Ian a warm smile when he replied saying he supposed he was doing well, it didn’t sound too convincing though. “Glad to hear it, though ya don’ sound too convincin’ ya know; wha’s up? Wanna talk about it?” Brendan asked giving Ian an encouraging smile wondering what could be praying on his boss’s mind. Brendan had then told him how long he had been trying to get a hold of him for and Ian muttered shit making Brendan even more intrigued as to what was going on in Ian’s mind, although, did Brendan really want to know? Then Ian continued to talk telling Brendan more or less what he had been up to in the weeks he couldn’t get a hold of him. Brendan couldn’t believe what Ian was telling him, especially about losing his memory.

“Well damn Mister Hotshot, sounds like ya ain’ had the best few weeks. So, if yer memory’s back, d’ya know who erased it?” Brendan was quite fierce when it came to his family and friends, and with Ian being his boss, he did class him as a friend. He would maybe just be tempted to have a go at whoever messed with his boss’s memory. Ian had then asked if the paper was still alive and Brendan teased him about not having any trust in him, he had assumed Ian would know he was messing around, however he replied to Brendan saying he did trust him. “I know tha’, I was jus’ goofin’ around, sorry.” Ian then gave Brendan a smile realising that he had just been messing around.

After they sat down in the booth Brendan didn’t waste any time in throwing his proposition to Ian and hoping he would like the idea. Brendan was glad to hear Ian seemed to like the idea when he replied to him. Ian then mentioned he also had the money but Brendan was welcome to pay for it as it was his idea. Brendan nodded his head, “Well yeah I’d kinda like to put the money up fer it, I would kinda feel like the magazine was ma baby then, ya know?” Now that Ian had given him the go ahead he was getting quite excited about it all. Ian then asked him what the magazine was going to consist of. He had a feeling he would ask that, obviously not wanting to take anything away from the actual newspaper and Brendan could understand that.

“Well, I was thinkin’ it would revolve around the rich an’ famous among us, such people as say the authors Mitchell Stewart, Jack Delaney, an’ actors such as Grace O’Neill an’ Drew Collins, tha’ kinda thing, ya know?” Brendan took a sip of his beer before continuing on with a few more ideas, “An’ maybe we’ll deal with special features more an’ all, such as Valentine’s Day, maybe feature the hot couples of the rich an’ famous.” Yeah it was true to say Brendan was more than excited about this idea, personally he couldn’t wait to get the magazine up and running properly. He thought it would be a great idea.

[bob]

((Sorry for the delay, last week I focused on schoolwork & sorry if you hate my new role-playing, but i find it easier and i can do over 400 words with this concept XD))

“Glad to hear it, though ya don’ sound too convincin’ ya know; wha’s up? Wanna talk about it?”

Ian wasn’t to convincing about what he had just said. To be honest, he didn’t want to think about it especially since he had just sort of regained his memory it would seem. He gave a nasty look towards Brendan not wanting to talk about it. Ian had the right not to talk about it and he had a feeling that Brendan wouldn’t let him get his way out of talking about the situation at hand.

“Well damn Mister Hotshot, sounds like ya ain’ had the best few weeks. So, if yer memory’s back, d’ya know who erased it?”

Indeed, Ian didn’t have the best few weeks around. He listened to
Brendan call him by his nickname and sighed as he nodded his head. “Damn right I remember who did it to me,” Ian said with a slight pause it was that Carnival Freak and he was going to kill that son of a bitch if it was the last thing he had done. “Samuel Sullivan, operator of Sullivan Brothers, that carnival that I did an article on” Ian said shaking his head as he rubbed his eyes. So much had happened. He just felt like an idiot.

“I know tha’, I was jus’ goofin’ around, sorry.”

Ian gave Brendan a smile – knowing full well that his assistant editor was indeed just messing around. “No worries, big guy” Ian replied as he took a sip of his beer. He then listened to Brendan about a proposition. Ian liked the idea and had no problem with the idea and that if Brendan wanted to put up the money for that idea he had. Well, that was quiet alright.

“Well yeah I’d kinda like to put the money up fer it, I would kinda feel like the magazine was ma baby then, ya know?”

Ian drank his beer again and nodded as Brendan would put up the money for it. Which was kind of cool. Ian didn’t really want to fork any money over to be honest. Sure he had tons, but he was greedy at times. He only made it rich because of his ex-wife. “Very well and I understand” Ian said with a friendly smile as he placed his beer on the table.

“Well, I was thinkin’ it would revolve around the rich an’ famous among us, such people as say the authors Mitchell Stewart, Jack Delaney, an’ actors such as Grace O’Neill an’ Drew Collins, tha’ kinda thing, ya know?”

Ian then asked Brendan about the magazine and what it would be about. So Brendan wanted the magazine to revolve around the rich and famous. Sort of like papers like Vanity Fair and Forbes. “So kind of like Forbes and Vanity Fair?” he asked with a curious tone. This idea was very good and it could make lots of money. “Sounds like a wonderful idea”

“An’ maybe we’ll deal with special features more an’ all, such as Valentine’s Day, maybe feature the hot couples of the rich an’ famous.”

Ian listened to Brendan as he spoke about more ideas. Ian was impressed with these ideas, they were very good ones. “Oh that’ll be an interesting concept and I think people will enjoy it,” Ian said as he grabbed his beer and finished his beer. He then placed his beer down. “Anyways, I’m thinking of moving the offices of the Chronicle to Las Vegas as I’m sick of New York, what do you think about that?” Ian asked with a slight pause. “I could buy one of these buildings on the outskirts of town and we can divide the building into sections, say downstairs will be your magazine and upstairs would be my stuff?” Ian inquired to Brendan wondering if Brendan would like the idea. Ian figured that the majority of his employees were in Las Vegas. If not he could always have two buildings. One in New York and one in Vegas.

[brendan]

{ooc - don't think I have to say this to you - but I will anyway - sorry for taking soooo long to reply}

Brendan knew it was a mistake asking Ian if he wanted to talk about what happened the soon as he saw the look on Ian’s face. Brendan put his hands up in surrender, “Alrigh’, ya don’ hafta talk abou’ it if ya don’ wanna, I ain’ gonna push ya Mister Hotshot.” After all Brendan had only asked if he wanted to talk about, not for him to grab a seat and pour out everything to him. Brendan might be a good listener and be good at having his friend and family’s backs, but he would never force anybody to tell him something they clearly didn’t want to talk about. Brendan didn’t work like that. Not unless it was Libby, she was different, because Libby seldom kept things to herself, so if she went quiet he knew there was something wrong.

But then Ian started to tell Brendan some things, he couldn’t be sure if Ian had told him everything or not, but he wasn’t going to press the issue. When Brendan asked Ian if he knew who erased his memory he wasn’t sure if Ian would have coughed the information up or not, but he did. Brendan’s face fell the soon as he heard the name. He hadn’t had any dealings with Sullivan, but he was sure glad he hadn’t. “Tha’ son of a bitch, I damn well knew there was nothin’ good abou’ him. Hope ya ain’ gonna let him away with it?” Brendan asked, and as much as he would love to help Ian he wasn’t sure if he could put himself in harm’s way, not now that he had a daughter to think about, a daughter who needed him, because she had no mother. Brendan had a pretty powerful ability and he could make lightening strike down on top of Samuel Sullivan and he would be no more.

Brendan was sure glad to see a smile on Ian’s face after he said he was just goofing around. He had to chuckle when Ian said ‘no worries’ and called him big guy. That was more like the Ian that Brendan knew. Brendan then decided to change the subject by asking Ian about his proposition of the planned magazine. He waited with baited breath to see what Ian would think and he couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief when Ian replied saying he liked the idea. Brendan gave Ian a deep smile, “Sure glad yer alrigh’ with it.” Brendan had then gone into explanation of what he figured the magazine could involve and Ian replied mentioning magazines such as Forbes and Vanity Fair.

“Yeah, exactly like them magazines, only we’ll have our own print on it, so to speak.” Ian then spoke some more saying it sounded like a wonderful idea. Brendan was really excited about it now. “Glad ya like the idea Mister Hotshot.” Brendan then went on to say about having special features as well, covering Valentine’s Day featuring the hot couples of the moment. He knew it was going to be a blast and having April as his second in command would be even better. That was something else he figured he’d have to put to Ian, even though he had told April he did most of the hiring and firing himself, but he had to at least let Ian knew he had an assistant editor in mind. Ian then commented on the features idea saying it was an interesting concept. “Am real glad yer happy abou’ it.” He watched as Ian finished his beer and Brendan did likewise, “Can I get ya another one Mister Hotshot?” He asked, as he waved the barmaid over, because he could do with another one himself.

Ian then began to talk about moving the offices to Nevada. This made Brendan raise his eyebrow, but he waited for Ian to finish talking before he replied. “Well to be honest, sounds like a great idea, sharin’ a buildin’ with the paper, but ya hafta remember ya got employees in different States Ian.” Brendan used the man’s proper name this time, because he was getting a little serious. “I mean, some of yer staff are based in California, Connor an’ Jessika fer example, an’ am pretty sure ya got at least one based in New York, tha’ Jonathan Baker guy.” Brendan took in a deep breath and then decided to cut Ian a deal he hoped he would go for. “How abou’ this then, ya’ve already agreed to the magazine, so wha’ if we both buy the buildin’ here in Las Vegas, but have outlet buildins everywhere else, like ya could have a small office buildin’ in New York an’ Cali an’ make the main office an’ printin’ rooms in Las Vegas?” Brendan took in a breath before continuing, “Everythin’ can be done via e-mail after all, meanin’ all articles can be passed by e-mail, approved by e-mail an’ then sent to the printin’ rooms by e-mail. Wha’ d’ya think?”

[bob]

“Tha’ son of a bitch, I damn well knew there was nothin’ good abou’ him. Hope ya ain’ gonna let him away with it?”

Ian didn’t really want to mention who had erased his memory and such. However, it was weird that he was remembering things all of sudden. He felt like an idiot about what was going on up in his head. He frowned at Brendan as he asked him if he wasn’t going to let that man get away with what he did. Of course Ian wasn’t going let that fool got away for what he did, but how was he going do that? Was beyond him. Ian just had to think about how he should deal with that freak.

After some thoughts filled Ian’s mind he decided that he should reply to Brendan’s question. “I’m not going to let that idiot get away with what he done, trust me he will pay” Ian said in a very dark tone. He wasn’t one to talk in a dark tone, but if someone pissed him off. It was going to hurt and this was classified as something that would be someone getting hurt. He just didn’t know how he would accomplish that and he still needed to think on that. Well that was going to be an interesting outcome.

“Sure glad yer alrigh’ with it”

Ian was glad that the subject was changed. He really didn’t need to be thinking about things at this moment and time. All he wanted to was get back to normal as possible and talking about work just seemed to make Ian be comfortable in his environment. It was easy to for him to feel at ease when talking about work. It gave him something to relax at basically. He just smiled again. “C’mon Big Guy you are talented and that’s a good idea” Ian managed to say as they talked about the magazine even more.

“Yeah, exactly like them magazines, only we’ll have our own print on it, so to speak.”

Ian then mentions that the magazine was going to be like Forbes and Vanity Fair. Well, a mixture of those if you will it would seem in Ian’s eyes. “Right, but it will probably be successful as those two magazines” he said with a slight nod of his head as he noticed that Brendan was indeed excited about the situation at hand. Of course, someone had to be excited with an idea like that. It was an amazing idea. So Ian was encouraging Brendan to go with the idea. Wasn’t that a boss suppose to be do? Inspire his workers to achieve more and become successful.

“Glad ya like the idea Mister Hotshot.”

“Optimism Big Guy, Optimism is the key to great success,” Ian said remembering what his instructors used to say to him to get him motivated. That was indeed what motivated him to become successful in what he did. Look at this newspaper that he started while in college and not to mention he still had it in his grip many years later. Ian then commented that he liked all the ideas that Brendan was throwing out in the air. It was a good concept and the magazine from the sound of it would be successful and that was all that matter to be honest.

Ian looked down at his empty glass of beer. He needed a new one and he nodded. “Yes please” he said with a smile as the barmaid came and brought them their drinks. Ian could drink a lot as he couldn’t get drunk. So this was kind of blessing for him. Now Ian decided to mention that he wanted to move the offices to Nevada. Okay so he shouldn’t be thinking that, but most of the journalist in his paper were on the East Coast. He knew that he had some people in New York with him, but he was looking for suggestions and he got suggestions with Brendan.

“We have an accord, Brendan” he said with a smile. The statement that Ian made meant that he agreed to what Brendan had said have smaller outlets around the country. He could see that. It would be a good boom for the business. “I can see that happening, that is what we do now, the e-mailing things and then we take it to print basically” he said with a nod. “So any ideas on buildings?” he asked looking at the local. “The Strip would be nice, but you got to remember the Strip has the worse traffic in the world” Ian said shaking his head. “I lived in Vegas with my parents when I was kid, basically watched this place grow.”

[brendan]

{ooc - it has to be said, reading your post, I swear I could hear Rush's voice in my head as his character in SGU lol}

When Ian replied saying he wasn’t going to let the idiot get away with it and he would pay Brendan nodded his head in agreement. “Well tha’s good then. Damn straight he should pay.” In fact if Brendan didn’t have Libby to think about he would have offered to help Ian in his mission to make the son of a bitch pay. But he couldn’t risk anything happening to him, Libby had too much trauma in her life at a young age, she couldn’t be doing with losing him as well.

Brendan had then changed the subject and asked Ian about his proposal for a magazine which Ian was pleased about and Brendan showed his gratitude. Ian had then said he was talented and it was a great idea. Brendan ran his hand through his hair messily, always the one to give out compliments he was usually a bit embarrassed to accept them when it came to his writing abilities. “Thanks Mister Hotshot.” It meant Brendan could take a slightly less demanding role what with having April as his assistant, knowing he would be leaving the magazine in good hands if he wanted to take Libby on holiday somewhere or Melody for that matter.

Ian had then said the magazine would be like Vanity Fair and Forbes, and Brendan had agreed but mentioning they would have their own print on it. Ian then commented that he reckoned it would be as successful as those magazines. Brendan nodded his head, “Well tha’s kinda the idea ya know.” Brendan chuckled, teasing Ian a little. Brendan had then commented that he was glad Ian liked the idea and he had to chuckle again when Ian spoke of optimism. “I believe tha’ ya know. An’ there ain’ nothin’ better than bein’ optimistic.” Brendan was rarely anything but optimistic; maybe he was a little too optimistic at times.

Brendan then asked Ian if he could get him another beer and waved the barmaid over. “No problem.” Brendan replied and then ordered another couple of beers, paying the barmaid and telling her to keep the change and then handed one of the bottles over to Ian. “There ya go Mister Hotshot.” Brendan tried not to drink too much now that he had Libby in his life, but he still liked to have a couple of beers, especially when he could walk home from where he was.

Ian had then begun to talk about moving offices and Brendan hit him with a suggestion and it would seem that Ian liked his suggestion. So Brendan was doing rather well what with getting the go ahead on the magazine and Ian agreeing to have one printing office with outlets in the other States. “Yeah we do the e-mailin’ thing the now yer righ’ there. Really it ain’ gonna be any different.” Ian then asked Brendan about a building. Ian mentioned the Strip but then also mentioned about it having the worst traffic in the world. Brendan was aware of that and nodded his head. “Yeah, there’s an office complex I pass every day which ain’ far from the office here already an’ it ain’ on the Strip, there’s a big buildin’ up fer sale jus’ now, I could look into it next time am passin’ if ya like?” Brendan asked and took a sip of his beer.

The building in question was about four levels and it took up the front of the office complex, two of the floors could deal with the printing and the offices for the paper and the magazine could be split over the other two floors left. He decided to give Ian a brief description of the building he was thinking about. “It’s got abou’ four levels if I remember correctly, so was thinkin’ two of them fer the printin’ rooms an’ one each fer the offices of the paper an’ magazine, wha’ ya reckon?” Brendan asked as he took another sip of his beer and waited for Ian to reply to him. This was turning out to be a rather good business meeting even if it was in the most unusual place.

[bob]

“Well tha’s good then. Damn straight he should pay.”

Ian glanced over at the Texan as the Texan nodded his head in agreement to what he had previously said. It was true the fool should pay and Ian was going to deal with it on his own. He didn’t need any help though he had a few friends that could help and they were always at the last resort – the backup plan if you would. “Yeah” Ian finally said as he decided that dropping the subject.

“Thanks Mister Hotshot”

Though Brendan had already changed the subject which was good the subject now on a proposal for a magazine and Ian liked the idea. Ian was pretty much a down to earth guy, but sometimes could be seen as a jackass. He was just like that in nature. “No problem” Ian replied as he noticed that Brendan wasn’t embarrassed at Ian complimenting him on his writing abilities. Usually he saw Brendan get red in the face.


“Well tha’s kinda the idea ya know.” / . “I believe tha’ ya know. An’ there ain’ nothin’ better than bein’ optimistic.”

Everything was the idea of those magazines he had mentioned. Optimistic was something people should be able to do. It was the morals of the United States. Though Ian was taught that and he was also taught the morals of Canada. Canada and the United States were almost equal which was a bit odd, but the general workforce was the same idea. Just like this business situation at hand. “Good to know that is the general idea,” Ian said with a slight pause. “Optimistic the way of how the United States works or so I’m told” he said with a slight sarcastic tone at the end.

Ian grateful accepted the Beer. He could drink lots of these damn thing and rarely get drunk. Aw the joys of having healing abilities. Ian smiled and sipped on the beer placing it down on the hardwood table where his last one had stood. They then started to discuss more about the business deal and other work-related issues that they had. Every business had a work-related issue.


“Yeah we do the e-mailin’ thing the now yer righ’ there. Really it ain’ gonna be any different.” / “Yeah, there’s an office complex I pass every day which ain’ far from the office here already an’ it ain’ on the Strip, there’s a big buildin’ up fer sale jus’ now, I could look into it next time am passin’ if ya like?”

So there was one thing that wouldn’t be different: the e-mailing. Which reminded him, he probably had a lot of emails from people wondering what the hell he was. He needed to reply to them after this. Then they went to the idea of a building. It sounded like the perfect building. That one would probably do. “Yeah you can look into it next time,” Ian stated with a slight nod as he also took a sip of his beer.

“It’s got abou’ four levels if I remember correctly, so was thinkin’ two of them fer the printin’ rooms an’ one each fer the offices of the paper an’ magazine, wha’ ya reckon?”

Next Brendan began to describe the building. The building seemed to be what he was looking for. Again Brendan had a good idea. No wonder Ian hired him – he was a good employee and had a good eye for things. Ian nodded his head, “That sounds like a good office building, it’ll be good as you said for both the paper and the magazine” he said with a smile. “Look into it more and see if we can get the whole building, most office buildings these days are for multiple uses: like Dental, Doctor offices: people share the building basically – kind of like the one back in New York, we shared it with Nathan Petrelli”

[brendan]

Brendan smiled when he said that his magazine being as successful as the likes of Vanity Fair was the idea and Ian said it that was good to know. As Ian continued speaking about optimism and the USA Brendan couldn’t help but detect slight sarcasm or pessimism even, he chuckled slightly, “Do I hear sarcasm an’ slight pessimism in yer voice Mister Hotshot?” Brendan asked and chuckled slightly again.

After they had confirmed that most of the business could be done via e-mail which was what they currently did already anyway they began to talk about a main building in Las Vegas for the printing rooms and main offices of The Chronicle and the soon to be new magazine The Insider. Brendan had suggested he could look into it the next time he was passing and Ian agreed. “Alrigh’ then, it’s a damned fine buildin’. Once I get the lowdown on the cost, I’ll give ya a call an’ we can then arrange to write the cost out between us in cheques.” Brendan said with a deep smile on his face. He really couldn’t wait to get this new venture off the ground.

Brendan had then given a description of the building from what he could remember of it and thought it was the perfect building for both the newspaper and the magazine but he just wondered what Ian would think of it. It would seem that Ian was happy with Brendan’s suggestion again which made Brendan feel good about himself. “Am sure glad ya agree with me Mister Hotshot.” Ian then added that he should find out if they could get the whole building as sometimes they were used for multiple offices. Brendan knew what Ian was getting at. He nodded his head, “Yeah, I know wha’ ya mean, but am sure if I use ma charms an’ offer more than the askin’ price, I can afford to do tha’, am sure they will be open to the suggestion of sellin’ the whole buildin’ to us.”

Brendan wasn’t big up on himself by any means, but he had charm by the bucket load and it had won him a few things down the line, so he really couldn’t see buying the building for their use only would be much of a problem.

{ooc - sorry it's so short, but I think this might be coming to an end somehow lol}