[ Especially because of the sex club in the basement! ]
Whoever might you mean?
The pews need refinishing, actually. Sanding and staining. Some of the pockets on the back are broken. Do rich people learn how to fix things, or do you hire someone for that?
There's one in particular, but I'm trying not to think about it.
[luci.]
Oh? Sounds like you need someone to work up a sweat in there.
Timothy Laughlin, that really wounds me. Are you calling me spoiled? I spent months in the army fixing up guns, cars, and leaky faucets when we had 'em. I'm handier than you think.
Though it is encouraged to hire someone who knows what the hell they're doing when it comes to renovations. I take it you don't trust the staff.
If the staff cared about this place, I wouldn't have to be the one fixing it. They're too busy cooking up some new horrors for us, I'm sure. And I like doing it. I can't sit around by the pool all day, I need something to do.
Yeah? You like what you're picturing? Think I can make that happen for you.
Fair enough. But how 'bout this - I'll help you fix up the pews and when it's all said and done, you spend a weekend by the pool. Clothing optional after dark.
I've been there a lot, when I'm not at the chapel. There's a fireplace, and some big, cozy chairs. I'll show you around. I can sit on your lap and read to you about the sixties.
[ Honey. That's new. And at first, it strikes Tim as odd. He can hear it in Hawk's voice and it sounds comfortable, sweet, thick with affection. Almost domestic.
He feels more vulnerable than he did taking a picture of his bare ass, but it's a good feeling. Rejuvenating, like the first warm day of spring, reminding you what the sun feels like on your skin. ]
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