2019-11-30 - Ornamental Delivery

(TXT to Erin) Lex: Hey Erin, this is that blue haired girl from the angel tree thing. Were all of the ornaments taken?

(TXT to Lex) Erin: The bulk of them were taken but I have a few extra that needed given out.

(TXT to Erin) Lex: Can I look at them, or could you send me pics? Seeing if I can pull something together.

(TXT to Erin) Lex: Or just tell me how much you'd need for decent stuff.

(TXT to Lex) Erin: Oh I'll send you the ornaments, I can courier them over. Half he fun is in the shopping.

(TXT to Erin) Lex: Rich people are weird. 23 Elm, Lex. 'blue hair' works best

(TXT to Lex) Erin: Oh that's close, I could deliver them myself if you'd like?

(TXT to Erin) Lex: Whatever's best for you? I'm home today.

(TXT to Lex) Erin: I can come that way. I'll see you there.

It doesn't take long to get from Bayside Drive to Elm. Erin knows the way and her Maserati was glad to take the drive with her. Or maybe she was glad to be driving her Maserati. The low growl of the engine can be heard as she pulls into the drive and slides it in park before getting out and heading for the door.

The door opens to a front room... of boxes. Boxes without labels, or labels that are so old that they're no longer legible. Lots of dust, too. It's not exactly black material-friendly, so the usual black leggings and hoodie have been traded out for a pair of plaid pajama pants in black and red checkers, with an oversized red hoodie above that. Blue hair has been piled atop her head in a messy bun that looks more mess than bun, and what appear to be a few small wooden ornaments seem... lost in her hair. It sure as hell doesn't seem like a fashion statement to go with a nose ring.

"Oh, hey... it's you-you," she greets oh-so-smoothly, 'brows raised. "I asked for the number of somebody who'd know, didn't think they'd..." Send her straight to Gray Harbor royalty? Someone's getting an annoyed text when this is over. "I... usually wouldn't let you past the doorway, but it's cold as fuck. Come in?" She's backing up, glancing around to see if the old woman hoarder she apparently lives with has left enough room for visitors. "Unless you just wanna give'm to me. I promise they'll get.. done. Whatever you call it. Fulfilled?"

With the weather being the normal drizzle, her sports car has the top closed and as Erin approaches the door, she knocks before either being let in or told to come in. Otherwise she'd definitely wait outside. Taking in all the boxes, she offers a friendly smile. "Erin," she inputs at the you-you.

The ornaments are eyed as they decorate the messy bun, but she doesn't stare exactly. She does step inside when the offer comes, "It is getting colder. Christmas will be here before you know it." There's an envelope she pulls from a coat pocket, a yellow envelope. "Oh of course," they are offered over. "I appreciate you helping. And manning the table as well, during the event. That was a lot of help."

Lex glances toward the sports car before the door is closed at Erin's back. The place is still stacked with boxes, but at least it seems... clean-ish? Dust in inherent, but there's no garbage or spiderwebs.

"Sorry about this. Poe, uh... big guy, black hair, talks a lot? His grandma owns this place, rents out the other half. She was starting to... well, she needed help. He's... helping." One box at a time. "And yeah, about the thing. I'm not really into crowds, so I'm sure I was... less that awe-inspiring." A soft snort at her own expense. She's finally backed them up into a kitchen area that looks more-or-less functional. Nice, in a quaint and dated sort of way.

"Oh. Uh, do you go by Erin? I'm Lex Falco." A tattooed hand is offered.

"I have met Poe. He hangs out a Kelly's Gym now and again. I work there for Joey." Erin relates. Her smile returns. "It looks like a lot of work though." A brief look around, not getting too intrusive. "Sometimes I could be happier without crowds, but still, I appreciate you dealing with the table. Makes it all the better if you did it while fighting a dislike of crowds." As they get to the kitchen, she does glance around. "Cute room. I like it." Only turning her attention back at the introduction. "Yes, Erin. Erin Addington, it's nice to meet you, Lex Falco." Slipping her hand over and offering a shake in return.

Wait. At the gym? Where she... works? That comment earns a quick look from the blue-haired youth, though she doesn't make any immediate comment. She's gesturing toward an array of mismatched kitchen chairs, in the 'if you want' sort of way. "I... fuck. I don't know what I'm supposed to be doin' here. I grew up in fucking Huckleberry." She gives the other woman a wry look. "... why the hell you workin' at Kelly's Gym? Was the Addington wealth thing a local legend?"

Erin really hadn't been going for any sort of shock factor but she realizes how it had been taken. "I really don't have a lot of time to linger, but I could come back another time if you like." In response to the offer of the seat. "If you had heard of the more recent murders, the serial killer, well with several of my family members being killed, I went to the gym to learn how to take care of myself. Joey was there and offering a job to someone else, and I misunderstood and accepted a job there. So he stood to the promise and I've been working there since. I found I really enjoy working there. It's mostly part time, but I'm learning a lot." The envelope is placed there on the table for now. "Addington wealth is there, my grandmother Margaret Addington controls the purse strings."

"Oh. Fuck. I'm sorry." At least she sounds sincere. She takes the envelope, tucking it against herself as she crosses her arms. "I wasn't trying to be a bitch. Thanks for dropping these off." She attempts a bit an apologetic smile toward the woman, a pierced 'brow raised -- as if she might see some sign that the apology has been accepted.

"It's nothing that anyone could do, there's no reason to be sorry. Especially in this town, all sorts of shit happens, like it or not." Erin still gives her a friendly smile. "I didn't take it bitchy, you're good." She takes another look around and grins. "Imagine big Poe in a kitchen like this. Interesting. Well I should go, I have to get a few things done, but it was really nice meeting you. If you need anything, you've got my number." A grin at that, she doesn't ask who gave it out.

Lex trails the other woman somewhat awkwardly, waiting until she's safely out of sight to actually close the door.