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the lyric prompt meme

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[Sitting on a plush embroidered chair in his "receiving room," Petyr sits back as his half-naked girls sit on the floor on either side of him. He's wearing his usual tailored suit though he's cast his tie aside and popped open a few buttons on his shirt.]

That's a pity. I love surprising women.

[Are you doing this on purpose? You're totally doing this on purpose.

She'd point that out, but honestly, Watson isn't all that keen on giving Petyr the pleasure of showing her distaste at his display. Instead, she takes the manila folder from under her arm and begins flipping through the papers that Sherlock gave her. ]

There's plenty of other things to be surprised by in my line of work. You aren't one of them.

[Bitch, I might be.

Watching her go through her agendas on paper, he feigns a yawn. What will it be this time? She's lucky he owes Sherlock for bailing him out of a mess across the pond. Otherwise, Petyr wouldn't even be giving her the time of day.]

Jury's still out on that. What'll it be?

[Watson still isn't very certain why Sherlock would send her to Petyr of all people to collect information from. Her discomfort with him was very clear and while she was the "people person" of the duo, it wasn't applicable in all situations. But if consulting meant having to deal with murderers, blackmailers, and all sorts of other unsavory people, Petyr was one of the lesser evils as her mentor put it.

That and he IS a good source of information when needed. She isn't going to let her dislike distract her from negotiations.]

I know you don't exactly disclose who your customers are, but what about people who used to work for you?

[She takes some choice papers, all with photos of a suspect she and Holmes were finding rather elusive.]

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You mean my girls? I tend to know them better from their tits than their faces.

[Not exactly a lie. His girls love to change up their appearances. Hair colors, botox, facelifts. You name it. Getting a nip and a tuck here and there from the money they're raking in was just good business practice. Boob jobs were their most "sound investments" so that's what Petyr tended to pay attention to. He browses through the pictures and offers a wry grin.]

That's a flat one. Didn't work for me long, I bet.

[Okay, just biting her lip and ignoring that comment. Be patient Joan, the Snoop Dogg song is almost over and you don't have to drag this meeting out if you don't want to.

God, she hopes it won't drag out. ANYWAYS, she does catch onto his meaning especially since she took a look at the photos herself.]

The facial structure does suggest heavy botox use, but seeing as how she's "flat" I suppose that was one part of her body she didn't feel the need to compromise if she was working for you in the past. Any names at the top of your head?

Ehhh, they all go by aliases. You know the type: Destiny, Stardust, Glitter... I do have employee files but those are confidential. Can't exactly violate their privacy and have you go through them.

[And yes, he's saying this while surrounded by his girls. Ain't he a charmer?]

Stardust?

[It takes a second for her to realize why that name sounds familiar, but the memory resurfaces; crazy strobe lights, Sherlock chained to a chair, two dancers cutting the performance short in order to attempt home robbery, and the police bursting in while Sherlock decided to keep the fuzzy handcuffs.

The strippers that made a chain of robberies and getting caught did make news after that.]

Oh. So that's who she was.

Got something? Impressive.

Coincidental, but unrelated.

Back to botox lady. Would it be manageable to direct me to clinics your employees usually go to? I need to narrow down my searches.

[And avoid giving him visits, but that much goes unsaid.]

Why don't you ask the girls? They can share a few business cards with you. Might help with your wrinkles, too.

[IGNORING THAT.]

Alright then. I used to work in the medical field so knowing about these clinics will be a great help especially if the practitioner isn't being cautious.

[Joan points to various features of the woman in her photos]

The victim of the crime I'm investigating described the woman as having a hoarse voice, and parts of her skin was red which indicates rashes; one of the many side effects of botox or onabotulinumtoxinA. Hopefully no one's been experiencing those here?

I'd take them out of rotation asap if they were. Can't have my customers seeing them and suspecting that they're carrying anything infectious. You know how it is. Good business practices.

[She feigns a smile.]

Of course. Not that they should be going to questionable clinics in the first place, but your business, not mine.

True. Will there be anything else? Body shots? Lap dance?

[And curtly:]

I'm not Sherlock. I'll forward a call from him to you if he needs anything else.

Whatever you say, honey.

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