Electronics Shop / Cyber Dogs business
(can change date for timeline and locale for accuracy)
The little shop up front had the bell ringing every so often; customers wandered in and out of the place, scoping out some of the new tech that released just yesterday. Humans sure as hell loved their cell phones. Cas sat in the back of the area, isolated, earbuds in his ears, blasting some classic rock as he worked on one of the last projects he had lined up for today, something for the storefront, before he could get to the real work Keo had requested of him for the weekend. The real business. Cas had his goggles on, magnifying his already superb sight to see the finest details one would normally miss, human or garou, and he blinked to focus. He had been sitting at his workshop for hours, working quietly on his uncomfortable as hell stool, growling softly at the fact that the screw he was trying to work into its nook kept missing its mark.
"Um...Asher? Ash..." A voice called from the cracked doorway leading to the storefront. As it started to creak open, Cas leaned over from his stool and kept the door from opening any further by setting the tip of his left brown wing-tip oxford in the gap beneath it like a doorstop.
He held up a finger without turning, because by the sound of their footsteps, the rapid beating of their heart, and the wavering voice as they called his name, Cas could already tell that it was the new employee the store manager hired, to stop them from proceeding into the back area, which would throw him off of his concentration. He slowly guided the tip of the tool into the threaded hole. The screw fit like a glove and once it was twisted into place and tightened, he breathed out in satisfaction, a smile of pure victory spread over his features. "Gotcha, son of a bitch." He'd been at it for quite some time, determined to get that piece of hardware fixed up for the customer order that came in just yesterday. "Alright Jackie-boy, whattya need?"
The boy, Jack Trenton, nearly stumbled into the door when Cas removed his foot from being propped under the door. He was a pale, scrawny kid with wiry brown hair, who took the job for some work study at school, and was maybe a buck fifty soaking wet. When Cas stood up to greet him at the door, he nervously cleared his throat. "Mr. Castello, sir, uh, sorry to bother you, but there are some people here to see you."
Cas narrowed his eyes, the obsidian orbs cast over the boy with a furrowed brow. "Who? They give you a name?" He asked.
"No sir." Jack shook his head, his big blue eyes innocent and scared. "Older gent, tall, dark hair, black and gray beard--wouldn't much look at me after he asked for you. Asked for Mr. Lucci first but I told him he wasn't here. But he's got a woman with him." He paused, trying to get a handle on how to describe her accurately. Cas' garou sense picked up on the attraction to her though, and he smirked. "Brunette. Uh..."
"Nice pouty lips, curves that catch your eye?"
Jack chuckled softly, his cheeks feeling hot as he admitted that piece of information to Cas. "Yeah."
Cas scoffed as he reached back to tug at his work-apron strings, and then pat the kid on the shoulder. "Keep your eyes in ya head, kid. She'd kick your ass into next week without breakin' a sweat." Jack gulped, but after Cas hung his apron on the hook near the door, he reached over and grabbed his suit jacket, slipping his arm on the left then the right before fastening the button. He flipped up his collar and straightened out the mess of his shirt before flipping it back down.
"The man. Leather jacket?"
He took a deep breath and eventually smiled. It was a pleasant surprise whenever the Lucky 7 would stumble into the city much less their shop without notifying Keo first, but if they were asking for him by name, then this was more than a stop and shop for some last minute supplies. They were here to chat on business, maybe to sort out what the shit happened last week when they called in for a getaway on top of other intel he'd gathered from Keo.
"Alright kid, thanks. Just tell Geno up front to call the boss, and get back to work, I'll take it from here."
No questions asked, Jack nodded and headed back to the storefront. He was a good kid.