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dreamlikenewyork2016-05-13 02:12 pm
likefatherlikeson) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2016-05-13 02:12 pm
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Who: Justin Campbell and Presley Monroe
What: Ambitions and Propositions
Where: Presley's office, NYC
When: Friday morning
Justin had an appointment with Presley that morning. He had struck up such a relationship with Presley that was very much like big brother/little brother, that generally, Justin would just arrive at Presley's office any time he liked, and Presley would see him if he was available. But this time, Justin had scheduled an official appointment so he knew Presley would be available. It was a business thing, really. Something that was really important to Justin, so it wasn't just him arriving to throw another fundraising idea at Presley to hash out. This was different.
He was sitting at Presley's desk with him. His leg was bouncing restlessly and he was drumming his fingers on the arm rest of the chair. Presley was smirking at him over the desk. "Sorry," Justin said sheepishly. He tried to stop the leg bouncing, but it didn't work. "I'm a little wired today. I shouldn't have coffee. Have you got something without caffeine? That's not decaf or green tea?" Even then, he didn't stay seated. He got up, picking up one of the Shades of Violet Foundation pens from Presley's desk and clicking it in and out over and over. That could be annoying as fuck, but Presley was used to Justin's ups and downs. He went over to the window to look at the view of the New York skyline. "So, I've got this thing I want to do, but I need your help. I need a lot of help, actually."
What: Ambitions and Propositions
Where: Presley's office, NYC
When: Friday morning
Justin had an appointment with Presley that morning. He had struck up such a relationship with Presley that was very much like big brother/little brother, that generally, Justin would just arrive at Presley's office any time he liked, and Presley would see him if he was available. But this time, Justin had scheduled an official appointment so he knew Presley would be available. It was a business thing, really. Something that was really important to Justin, so it wasn't just him arriving to throw another fundraising idea at Presley to hash out. This was different.
He was sitting at Presley's desk with him. His leg was bouncing restlessly and he was drumming his fingers on the arm rest of the chair. Presley was smirking at him over the desk. "Sorry," Justin said sheepishly. He tried to stop the leg bouncing, but it didn't work. "I'm a little wired today. I shouldn't have coffee. Have you got something without caffeine? That's not decaf or green tea?" Even then, he didn't stay seated. He got up, picking up one of the Shades of Violet Foundation pens from Presley's desk and clicking it in and out over and over. That could be annoying as fuck, but Presley was used to Justin's ups and downs. He went over to the window to look at the view of the New York skyline. "So, I've got this thing I want to do, but I need your help. I need a lot of help, actually."