Clothes to fit the man

[Claire Organa]

[SIZE=12pt]Claire had a new customer coming at least that is what her appointment bookd showed. She saw no referral for him so perhaps he had seen her ad, or had spoken to one of her other customers and just booked the time.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She cleared the store and waited.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]New clients deserved a personal touch and a level of privacy that could be appreciated while looking over items that appeal to the eye.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She needed a client, but she also needed an investor. She needed to move from Balmorra, she had an idea of where to go. A place that could use the boost. Yep.[/SIZE]

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[Bolt]

Zaiden stepped into the store, clad in a simple black T-shirt and matching pants. With hands in his pockets, he strode further within as he stared around at the store. It was a nice building, but it was in a bad location...he may be able to fix that if it met his interests...

Stopping near the sole woman in the store he smiled, "I do believe I have an appointment. I'm hoping to get some new suits, and possibly everyday attire."

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[Claire Organa]

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[SIZE=12pt]Claire smiled, “Yes sir you’re expected, please come in. I’m Claire, the owner of Contessa, welcome.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]She looked him over quickly, “Do you mind if I ask a few questions about what you like, such as fabrics, or how you like your clothes to feel, and what you do. I can gauge what you might like, or the impression you give to people by what you wear.” If he didn't know fabrics she had samples that he could touch to decide. Or she'd just put him in the fabric and watch his reactions.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She was trying to formulate sizes for him to try on, she had a few beautiful suits that he would look very handsome in, and as for every day wear, and well she had that in spades. Men it seemed liked to look good playing a lot more than they did for business.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“You’ll have to forgive me, when Victoria made the appointment she failed to write your name down.” She knew this wasn’t the way to start off but she had no choice, “what should I call you, sir?”[/SIZE]

 

[Bolt]

"Zaiden. Zaiden James-Greyson ." He said as he eyed the store once agin,. The woman seemed competent, wanting to help him find the proper fabrics and the like, "I prefer smooth fabrics for suits, 80% of my collection are Corellian or Val'halan silk. However they do not have to be silk, those just happened to be the ones I purchased. They need to feel crisp, tight - not physically but more in the aspect of fitting well.

"Basically new fitted suits. I can't wear hand-me-downs." He said then chuckled, "I got lice once from that. Anyway, everyday clothes usually are whatever I feel like wearing. I own a large variety. The colors though tend to be dark."

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[Claire Organa]

[SIZE=12pt]“Zaiden, Mr. James-Greyson.” Claire listened as he told her silks, comfortable, and fitted. Well yes they have to be fitted to show off, that…muscle in his arm right?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]CLAIRE! Her conscience yelled, ok ok.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Your clothes should fit you they should never just hang, I’m sure I have a few that you may find what you’re looking for.” Of course she did, she was curious how he found her, but she would save that question for later when she relaxed and did not sound like the energizer jawa.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]Men were so much easier at times to dress than women. Women. Oh being a woman she knew exactly what it was like, the right shoes the right dress, why today she stood here in one of her favorite dresses to work in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Dark colors, would you mind if I tried something with some color?” She smiled, hoping to tempt him to try the colors.[/SIZE]

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[Bolt]

Zaiden smiled, then shrugged, "Sure. Just because I tend to more often wear dark, it doesn't mean that's always what I wear." He said, finally taking the woman's figure into his gaze. He openly looked her up then down, arching a brow as he did so. She was gorgeous.

Finally bringing his vision back to her own, he offered his most roguish and charming smile, "So, have any ambitions for this shop? Or are you the owner I should ask."

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[Claire Organa]

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She heard that velvet voice almost as if it purred at her. Was he the flirting type? Claire did her best to contain the giddy little girl that seemed to be forming inside her. Not since Trevor had anyone even hinted that she was a female.

“I have ambitions for the shop, and yes I am the owner” She smiled broadly proud that she was able to say that, she was the owner, this was her dream and she and the family had made it all happen.

“I’d like to have two more stores use be I wanted it on Corellia, might have to rethink that choice, or Nubia, or someplace where there are clients who appreciate, want and need to look stunning”

“So how do you spend your relaxation time, I have a picture in my head about it. But I could be wrong”

 

[Bolt]

Zaiden let his mind wonder to the life he had been currently living compared to once upon a time: raising million men strong Armies of the Undead, now turned to using small numbers to reach young lings, slaying anyone that got in his way for the enjoyment, now turned to taking things in stride...

"Well, I am Lord of Val'hala. Which is basically the King of the Planet." He shrugged, because to him it meant little. He was also a Count of Coruscant, "Speaking of, if you find it sounds acceptable, my people love the latest fashion, and we have one of the largest populaces Galaxy Wide. So you could move there.

"Either way, it was a hobby of mine a time ago to fund, or form alliances with, smaller companies so they can make it big. I can do this with yours if you like." Zaiden said as he glanced down at the woman, pushing a lock of her hair that fell out of place back behind her ear.

Then he moved from the spot to begin his shopping. He stopped near an obnoxiously bright red shirt, this he wrinkled his nose at, muttering to himself, "Hate that color..." before moving onto the next rack.

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[Claire Organa]

He acted like being King of the Planet was..nothing. Claire arched a brow at his nonchalance it puzzled her why he felt this way.

“Val’hala interesting, sound cold. Is it cold?” Claire had to move she saw how he wrinkled his nose at red, no not red.

She pulled a blue suit, guess at his size, “I have a seamstress so we can do any alterations needed” She mulled over something that had come in earlier, not sure about this, but his build he could pull this off nicely.

But she also had a wonderful black suite for him, she was listening as she moved did he say that “You’d fund me, why? You don’t know anything about my company, or me.”
She had to laugh was a man that was bored with life and just went around offering help.

Depending on how he received these she'd move into something casual. She bit her lip and wondered. "Please look at these choices, I think they'd have you give off a very commanding presence."

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[Bolt]

Zaiden grinned, and pulled his shirt from his body then stopped, "Wait. Changing room." Offering a wink, he took all three suits with him. First he stepped out, and struck a pose in the black suit, "Fits wonderful. I'll take it." Next he tried on the grey, "Needs a little work on the shoulders, widening them up." Finally he stepped out in the blue suit, and handed her some credit chips, "I'll wear this one out."

"In regards to the funding, it is not as simple as you would think. I also keep it in the contracts that my company, now myself until it becomes mine again, has access to your wares at a discount, as well you would return a certain percentage of your profit. Never a lot; I am not one of those people that asks for 50%." Zaiden chuckled, "And as for Val'hala, it is an amazing planet. Filled with several billion people, thousands of levels; its basically a less populated Coruscant."

Glancing down at the woman he grinned his most dazzling yet again, "Besides, you'd be nearby so I could up on you..r store." He winked yet again.

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[Claire Organa]

He peeled his shirt off like it was nothing and ducked into the nearest dressing room taking with him the three suits.

Claire stepped back and watched the door, it wasn’t very often that a man came in and shopped with such enthusiasm. The effort however was well worth it, she watched him stroll out in each one. A stunning fit so unusual. Most times a hem, a tuck something was needed but no on him these were perfection.

And the blue worked more than the black. Why he wanted to wear black all the time in a suit she just wouldn’t know.

So the deal was that he got a discount on clothes, really she thought. Ahhh there was the hook a percentage of her profits. And his slip on checking on her..store was interesting. He was easy on the eyes, seemed to have a bit of humor about him.

“How much of a percentage?”

And the thought of additional customers of being somehwere like Coruscant was not lost on her, but the percentage she needed to know after all she was helping to fund the recovery of Alderaan.

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[Bolt]

"For higher tiered companies, i usually go 15-20%, however as yours is a personal owned shop, likely 5-8% with a discount on clothing. Maybe a permanent line for myself and some friends?" Zaiden said with a shrug, "But you would be placed in a larger shop, with more workers, etcetera. Basically all the things that would be needed to manage."

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[Claire Organa]

5 to 8 percent she could live with, "What if rather than moving the shop, we expanded and opened another? One that caters to the tastes of the King of Val'hala and the people there. Perhaps hire a designer for specialized line"

Claire was slowly taking steps towards some of the casual clothes, what did a man like this like to do she still saw him in opened shirts, and...swimming..oh she didn't carry that kind of line.

She couldn't help but notice that he had some of the most stunning blue eyes oh goodness. She had to think about what she saw him a bit of a playboy a gambler maybe, so what would he wear.

Sexy casual - clothes that showed his confidence and airs. Could they have a casual lunch and talk business?

"Do you drive a really fast car?" She was still trying to get him into something casual.

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[Bolt]

(Lol Zaiden did have his actual eyes. Until he went Sith a long time ago. Since he became more light sided again he has one blue one red. But it doesmt matter.)

Zaiden smiled, "Your the boss. I'm simply the bank. Your call." Then as he was touching a shirt, he asked, "Care to grab a bite to eat? We can go over the specifics, and you can tell me what you think would fit me well!" His voice was husky, almost feral like a growl. Many women found the roguish charms to their likings, and he believed the same of her.

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[Claire Organa]

What woman in her right mind wouldn't be charmed by a growl and a man with eyes of different colors and she had to admit she closed the store to everyone else for him. At the mere mention of food her stomach growled.

She gasped that it seemed so loud, oh my. "I'd love some food.." and yes charm me some more, I'm all for that. She thought to herself. Men like this were dangerous she knew it, but again women love a bad man.

"And yes let's talk about what fits you and your life style, it helps me to pick clothing for you" She had to think this all through and not be rash.

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[Bolt]

He offered a smile, and his arm, as he headed from the store, "To answer your earlier question, yes. Fast cars are sort of my thing. However, at the moment my baby is on a loan to an acquaintance so I cannot show her off. So for now we will use public transport. Besides, that gives us time to get better knowledge of each other." As they climbed aboard a ship, he payed for two and headed to the rear. He awaited her choice of seating, then once she was relaxed and in place he to would sit.

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[Claire Organa]

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Claire headed for the back, she loved riding from the back and looking ahead. She out of instinct reached back for his hand, she had been taught always ride in pairs and since his “baby” was off playing with a friend, Claire imagined his friend was some tall lanky in need of a meal model whizzing around the roads of Balmorra.

She sat down smiling like a school girl, this was great, “Why do men call their cars baby?” She looked at him smiling still. “Is it from some need to protect it from something, to relegate it to something small and fragile like a baby?”

Claire shifted slightly, “it’s a car, by sheer weight alone it could hurt someone” For some reason leaving the shop gave her the chance to be…just Claire.

 

[Bolt]

Arching a brow, Zaiden let the woman take his hand, smiling as he sat next to her.
He pondered the best place to take her, mulling it over in silence a moment before she spoke. Then his smile broke first to a grin, then a laugh.

"For me, its due to a certain affection I have for the machine. If I put work into something, I want to call it an affectionate name!" He said as he reclined in his seat, taking in all the others on the transport. There were two large male Wookiees with their speech droids hovering next to them, a few humans, one Twi'lek, a Neti, among others.

It would seem at least two were listening to their conversation. Raising a finger on his right hand, Zaiden put into place a telekinetic barrier, which would force the molecular movement in the air caused by speech to halt. Thus a sound proof wall.

"Honestly, I do not fear vehicles of any sort. I have a speeder of sorts that's basically the fastest thing in the galaxy, other than hyperdrives and larger ships. It moves so fast you have to use magnetic links to keep your hands in place so as not to flip off." He said with a chuckle, thinking to the last time he rode the bike. It was before it had been destroyed; he rode it at top speed off a building, straight into a group of tanks.

The result had been more than what Zaiden had hoped for.

"What, your going to tell me you don't like fast vehicles? Or is it you just don't call them affectionate names?"

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[Claire Organa]

[SIZE=12pt]“Affection for a machine? You love your car?” Claire laughed, “I’ve never owned a car so I have no idea how I would feel about it, and as for going fast.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She shook her head, “No I’ve never done anything like that”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Profits were shared among her family to make lives easier. She couldn’t afford to spend it on a car, she, feth she didn’t have time to think about anything but building a business. Once in a while she would venture off to have lunch, or travel to Alderaan, but other things.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]No.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]When Trevor and his family disappeared again, taking all the hope she had for an investor with them. She had been working to find new contacts to help her, new clients, even given some new designers a change.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She looked over at Zaiden again she imagined there wasn’t much that he had not done. It was that air of confidence that told her nothing stood in his way.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“What does it feel like, to go really fast?” Maybe he could describe it and she’d understand better.[/SIZE]

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[Bolt]

"Its exhilarating. To say the least. You feel free, like nothing is holding you down." He smiled as he then gazed down at the woman. She was beautiful, smart, fashionable, but it was plainly obvious that she was also very sheltered. Likely due to having to work hard for a living.

Sure, Zaiden had to do the same in his younger years, but even then it was a single job, at max a few hours, and he had enough money to last several weeks. How could he compare? He couldn't, and yet he felt close to her, as if they were of a similar kind.

"I'll let you take my bike for a spin sometime." He said then chuckled, "Anyway were almost to the restaurant. So get ready." When the ship landed, he rose and dispersed the field around them as he led her from the ship. He had intentionally reached back to grip her hand again.

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