[ a card swiped from one of the upstairs rooms sits balanced on tristan's doorknob, a glint of gold tacked to it — a tiny american flag pin that's been well-acquainted with embry's lapels. only a few words are inked on the card in embry's elegant scrawl. ]
Tristan,
I owe you. You have no idea how much. Don't be afraid to cash in.
[Finding the gift- and to Tristan, it is a gift -waiting for him on his return that night comes as a surprise. But while he knows he should probably just accept it and leave it at that, the note is enough to have him break out his phone. To send off a quick message in the hopes of clarifying one thing-]
Thank you, Sir. But you don't owe me anything. I'm only sorry that I couldn't get you any further than that.
[Like he's ever going to deny a request (order) from Embry Moore.
There's a few moments where the typing dots appear and disappear. A question he wants to ask, but he isn't sure he's in a position to make. Eventually though, after a deep breath for courage-]
Would you like to join me for dinner?
[Because he remembers what it was like, being in Silver. He might as well take advantage of his own promotion while he can.]
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Thank you, Sir. But you don't owe me anything. I'm only sorry that I couldn't get you any further than that.
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Just wear the pin.
I'd like to see it on you at dinner.
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[Like he's ever going to deny a request (order) from Embry Moore.
There's a few moments where the typing dots appear and disappear. A question he wants to ask, but he isn't sure he's in a position to make. Eventually though, after a deep breath for courage-]
Would you like to join me for dinner?
[Because he remembers what it was like, being in Silver. He might as well take advantage of his own promotion while he can.]