<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/7e/22/bc/7e22bc336f7ef43473625cd0e78c7951.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Cash Deville</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328299.msg15710610#msg15710610)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The very definition of beauty and elegance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/6d/48/2a/6d482a78933080f8a8c5de968a8cb418.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Date|Time:</strong>December 1st | Approximately 11:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>House Deville, home of elite fashion<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Robin, open<br/><br/>Cash's stuff is highlighted in orange<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/19/7b/4f/197b4f41208d2fcb2d130bb8cd78cd7c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Robin Locksley</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328299.msg15710609#msg15710609)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Comfortable, but still stylin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/5c/e5/46/5ce5461bdb2e72bd1bbb67f1bcaf6ec0.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Date|Time:</strong>December 1st | Approximately 11:00 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>House Deville, home of elite fashion>>hitting the street, looking for a drink<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cash, open<br/><br/>Robin's stuff is highlighted in Green<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Cash leaned back into the black leather armchair, his amber gold eyes glinting with interest as he swirled the contents of his wine glass in slow circles… he watched every feature that crossed Robin Locksley’s face… he wouldn’t lie, the annoyed expression was quite amusing. He knew Locksley didn’t like him very much… he didn’t much care either…<br/><br/>“So let me see if I comprehend this all correctly, hm, Locksley old boy… you are here on the request of the Mayor to enlist me in helping put together some kind of fashion event for the Christmas festival, yes? Interesting… very interesting… I wonder why the Mayor didn’t just reach out to me personally… perhaps it is a test of your abilities, mayhaps… he wishes to see if you really are more than just a pretty face... “ He replied, a sly fox-like grin curving his lips “I wonder, Locksley… do you have what it takes to persuade me? It sounds like this is charity and as you know… I am a very busy man… what shall I tell my high paying customers, hm? And such short notice… of course, my brilliance know no bounds, I can design a divine array of festive pieces… if I so choose to anyway…”<br/><br/>Any moment now, Robin was certain he was either going to punch the egotistical douchebag… or he was going to develop an eye twitch from the severe strain of his monumental restraint…<br/><br/>“I happen to know the Mayor purchases several pieces from you every year, Deville… take whatever shots you like at me, I don’t much care… and besides, you need me and you know it… what if I were to suddenly decide to stop wearing your clothes? I have a huge global fanbase… what would people begin to think?” Robin replied instead, his stormy blue eye turning cold as icebergs… as was the only way to tangle with ‘Cruel’ Cash Deville...<br/><br/>“Are you threatening me, Locksley?” Cash responded, leaning forward slightly with a dangerous sparkle in his amber gold gaze “You know how I feel about threats…”<br/><br/>“Just a hypothetical ‘what if’ scenario, Deville, no need to get your flamboyant peacock feathers all ruffled… now then, what shall I tell the Mayor? Are you in? Or… do you just not care enough about the community that regularly brings you such profitable business?”<br/><br/>Cash was silent a moment as he leaned back again in his seat, studying Robin coldly “Hmph… very well then, Locksley… but in return… you will enlist the lovely Snow White to wear a gown for me at the festival… I’ve trying to get our fair Miss Waldeck into one of my designs for years… make it happen and I will create only the finest fashion ever London has ever seen… agreed?”<br/><br/>Robin gave the man a disgusted look, but didn’t refuse “You know that Snow is a friend of mine… so, as long as you are not attempting to ‘creep’ on her… I am certain I can persuade her to walk the runway in ONE gown. Just one, Deville, no more than that”<br/><br/>“Excellent…” Cash replied with a pleased expression, that dark gleam in his eyes that was only revealed to his most respected adversaries “I expect you, Miss Waldeck and whomever else you desire to enlist as models to be here a week before the festival is to take place, for fittings and adjustments”<br/><br/>“Fine” Robin replied, turning on his heels to depart Cash’s personal office, tossing over his shoulder “I’ll text you later, you black hearted goat, make sure not to ignore your phone”<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>***********</strong></div><br/>Robin heaved a great sigh of relief as he emerged from House Deville and stepped onto the sidewalk, he didn’t bother calling for his driver to retrieve him… he wouldn’t be returning to his penthouse just yet, oh no, he was bound for his favorite tavern… he was going to need a stiff drink before he explained all of this to Snow White...<br/>