The place was pretty empty still, but it would come together in time. She already knew what she wanted where and how it would be set up, she just needed time. Contractors couldn't do great **** over night. Once it was done, people would come in or not, it was no sweat off her back. She knew she'd have a few people popping by all the time, some of her friends and Cliff's friends. Pru didn't know how to be a business owner, but she would learn soon and the first thing she knew she needed to learn was something called people skills, or as those who liked to use big words would say...etiquette.
Pru groaned and scratched at her cheek as she slid off the bar. The only person she knew that had any of that stuff was her sire and Pru wasn't going to even bother reaching out for his help. He had his own problems and her problems weren't his. Which was fine, but a harsh reality. Robert Pratt had been right when he told her what he told her a few weeks back and that just made **** even more fucked up. Prudence crossed her arms and glared at the wall of the bar by the door and tried to not think about that, but refocus back on what it was she needed. Etiquette. That's what she was focused on. She could ask Tempy, she seemed to have some and she was an Allurist, but Pru rarely saw her around anymore. Married life must be really good with her and Zo and that was what was more important than her getting some people skills.
Wendigo was someone she was kinda sorta friends with, or something, and he wrote real nice on the C-net, but asking a guy who wasn't her sire or her husband seemed a little strange, so she trashed that idea. Pru uncrossed her arms and pulled out her cellphone and scrolled through the C-net. Not many people had people skills on there and the few that did that posted lately, she didn't know **** about them, and she didn't trust them either. They probably didn't trust her either, so it wasn't anything personal. Then finally she found a decent post and saw who it was by. Pru didn't really know anything about her, except that they were kind of the same caliber.
"Well, what the hell?" With a shrug she disconnected from the city C-net and sent the woman an email since she didn't have her number. Pru doubted she would show up if she asked her to help get some people skills, they didn't even know each other. Pru sure as hell wouldn't. So, she sent something that seemed urgent and mysterious. High Noon Saloon in twenty. I'll make it worth your wild. Pru hit send, then closed her phone and headed back to the bar where she hopped up on and waited for the woman to arrive.