02.27.3014: The Passing of the Family Debt
Summary: Ren has the unfortunate job of delivering some really bad news to Lincoln.
Date: 11.30.2013
Related: none
Lincoln Ren 

Blue Nirvana
Entering through the heavy wooden doors decorated with relief sculptures of flirtatious nude cherubs, visitors find themselves in the tiny waiting room of the upscale brothel and bar, The Blue Nirvana. Only a single, plush red velvet bench sits in the small area, and the walls are covered with a darker, more rich red velvet. Opposite the wooden entry doors is the floor to ceiling black velvet curtain visitors must pass through to reach the main sanctum.

Once inside, light piano music fills the dimly lit air of The Blue Nirvana main sanctum. Unlike the cold steel found in so many other places on the Ring, the walls of the sanctum are covered in plush red velvet curtains and Arborenin cherry oak trim. Larger than the entryway would lead outsiders to believe, this main area is actually two stories tall, the lofted ceiling covered in similar Arborenin oak planks and golden trimmings that flow into several ornate crystal chandeliers that outstretch almost a dozen feet each. A grand piano sits at the far corner of the room, and various love seats and couches made of the same wood and crushed red velvet cushions rest in various positions for privacy or presentation.

A few of the Blue Nirvana's prostitutes relax on these couches, dressed in immaculate, fancy clothing that is sensual but not overtly obscene. Across the back wall is a long bar, again fashioned from the Arborenin wood, where a bartender serves drinks from thousands of bottles, vials and containers lining the wall behind him. The space above the bar is a balcony stretching the entire length of the room, the upstairs wall lined with more heavy, fancy wooden doors that lead to the private chambers of business. The red carpeted staircase gently descends and curves towards the center of the room from the wall to the far right.

Feb 27, 3014

It's a slow evening, Linc's standing behind the bar, humming softly as he wipes down the counter. He's dressed fancy casual, acceptable for Blue Nirvana employee attire. His silver jewelry is shiny against his darker skin.

Ren enters the Nirvana from the bazaar. He's dressed in his finest suit, a shiny gray number with a perfectly pressed white dress shirt. His black skinny tie is around his neck, left just a bit loose, the top button undone. He looks rather serious, and he makes his way straight to the bar. As he sits down, he looks at the assistant bartender and says, "Take a break," before turning to look at Lincoln. As the other worker nods and heads off, Ren purses his lips, "Bourbon, Lincoln."

Lincoln lets out a soft whistle, "You look sharp today, boss." He knows there's something wrong, with Ren's demeanor. He'll furrow his brow slightly, pouring the drink, " Everything ok?"

Ren shakes his head, "No. No it's not." He takes the drink and shoots it in one quick gulp, sitting the glass down and giving it a little point indicating he wants another. "Pour yourself one, too. We need to talk."

Lincoln Leans forwards some pouring Ren another, but then pauses. His head cocked, "One for me? ….Am I in trouble? Getting fired?" He'll flash a half smile, trying to not get too worried immediately.

Ren gives Lincoln a serious enough look to convey he is, indeed, in trouble. "I'm not firing you," he says, though, just to ease the other young man a little. "Where's your sister?" he asks, flatly.

Lincoln looks honestly confused. "What's going on?" When his sister is mentioned he looks away, "I…I don't know. She just …left." he'll swallow and lift his own glass to his lips. "She left and didn't even leave me a fucking address to send a card to." there's bitterness in his voice.

"You aren't the only one she abandoned." Ren picks up his cup and takes another drink, sitting it back down very carefully, turning the glass a little on the coaster before looking at Lincoln. "You're SURE you have no idea where she is?"

Lincoln looks suddenly more nervous. Ren couldn't mean Sarah, could he? His voice is kept quiet, "What the fuck is going on, Ren?" A shake of his head, "No. She left me some shitty timed text that deleted itself…I didn't even get to read it all…just that she sold everything and that she …she's just now…gone. I wasn't important enough…" He'll look to the glass in his hand and slam the rest of the drink.

Ren rolls his eyes, "Don't sell yourself short, bro," he says, perhaps the first time he's used such a meaningful descriptor on Lincoln. Another drink of his bourbon and he offers, "Lord Lucian was apparently not important enough to even warrant a note." He sits the glass down and stares at it, shaking his head just a little. "I tried to warn you. I'm sorry."

Fuck him….Oh Fuck. "Lord Luc-"The glass is slammed down on the counter, "She said she took care of it!" There's a panic in his dark eyes, "I…fuck." First instinct is to just bolt, but he knows there's no out running it. Instead, he'll hold his breath, as any hopes of a career outside of this building shatter. "What…how much?" His voice is soft, he's unsure if this means his check will be stipend or what. His free hand holds onto the counter, like he might fall down if he lets go.

Ren sighs, "Mister Tao paid me a visit. He took me to… dinner." Tao, Lincoln would know, is a messenger commonly used in Lucian matters concerning the brothel. "She did not take care of the matter. It's…" He circles his finger on the counter, and looks up at Lincoln, a bit of sadness in his eyes. "It's been passed on to you. The House considers you an Indebted now. Plus interest, and fees."

The muscles in Lincoln's arm tighten as well as his grip on the bar. If he is breathing, it's rather shallow. "Ye-…Interest. Fees. Wha-what does that mean? Years? …Is there even a way for me out of this, or am I just fucked?" There's anger, as there should be, in his voice, but it's not directed at Ren.

Ren reaches out and he lays his hand on Lincoln's, giving it a little squeeze. "I wasn't given a number, which means it'll take more than just cash. Your sister…" He slowly nods, and confirms quietly, "She fucked you." He sighs, withdrawing his hand and pulling out his cigarettes. He lights one, takes a deep drag, and then offers it to Lincoln. "Being Indebted is often handed down, and can take a generation or two to pay off, Linco."

Lincoln closes his eyes, a tremor going through his arm.It's not till Linc hears the lighter. His hand finally peels away from the glass and takes the cigarette and a small nod of thanks. A humorless laugh and his chest constricts as he realizes that Ithaca set him up, to get her unborn out of this. "…Fuck.." A quick lick of his lips and he'll take a deep drag. "I…well….there's not gonna be any further fucking generations, so I'll just…" Another tremor, "I'll just need to figure out what I need to do…" Another drag. "I…uh…does this…do I need to move, or…. how much is he going to take?" Linc, always the practical one. "I can…I can take on extra hours…" His chest hurts, like he's been punched.

Ren shakes his head, "Don't change anything just yet. I'll… I still need to try to find out a bit more as far as expectation. The good news is, at least for now, you'll pay through me, so you won't get harassed." He sighs, "One day, she's going to show up. She'll make a mistake. And when she does, you're off the hook."

Lincoln's hand finally lets go of the bar, fingers dragging through his hair, "I.."He 'll nod, Closing his eyes, "Thank you, Ren….I"m…I'm sorry." This couldn't have been easy. His frown deepens at the thought of Ithaca showing back up, anger actually flashes across his face, "Yeah…We'll see…" A shaky breath, "I…uh…" He's usually much more articulate than that. "What…fuck.ok. I'll wait… Nothing i can do…right?"

Ren slowly folds his arms over his chest, watching Lincoln. He exhales, nodding a little, and in a softer voice, he says, "This doesn't mean the end of things, Lincoln. It doesn't mean you can't still act. Lots of Indebted do exactly what they want every day. I promise. So, don't let this break you."

Lincoln snorts, "Ren, I already had to prove myself double fold to even get into the plays. Not everyone is as ok with my job." It's legal, but not always approved of. "With this hanging over me…" His eyes follow the smoke from the cigarette and then he lifts it for another drag, "Yeah….No breaking… What would be the point in that?" He doesn't sound like he's expecting an answer, or like he has much hope of getting to do what he wants, ever again.

Ren shrugs, "No one but us has to even know you're Indebted, Linco. So, it changes nothing for your acting." He purses his lips and pushes to his feet. "I'm sorry working for me makes your acting harder." He finishes his bourbon, sitting the glass back down. "You're one of my best. For whatever that's worth." And with that, he turns to quietly head to his office.

"Fuck…That is not what I meant!" Linc pushes off the bar, "Six, Ren! Don't…please… I just…this is a lot…I just…I don't know what the fuck I'm saying…" He trails off, looking at one of the few people he cares about he's not going to have to cut ties with.

Ren pauses at the office door, looking back at Lincoln. "It's okay, Linco." He offers a small, reassuring smile. "We'll figure it out. It'll be alright." He nods once, "You've got a nine o'clock. That Bixby lady with the crazy eyes. After that, if you need to, go home and clear your head." Then he steps into the office and after a moment, closes the door.

Lincoln inhales, and then nods, putting on his game face. Bixby bird, right. It's always hard to tell where to look with her. "Yeah…I might need to…Thanks Ren." He'll turn, straighten his tunic and finishing off the cig as he walks back to the bar. Game face. Play through.

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