Beauty & The Beast

[Brian]

"It's not that urgent," N'dovu says, shaking his head.  "I've nothing else to do.  Is there anything you want me to do around the club while I wait?"

[Carthrat]

"Yeah, mon. A real mean looking guy showed up last night. Carried a 40-inch cane, eyes like a hawk, didn't limp at all, and was lookin' for someone. Ah could tell. Might wanna keep an eye out for him, seein' as he didn't buy anything and left after fifteen minutes."

Toby leans on the bar, speculatively. He got used to you faster than the rest of the service at the Vapor Room, most of whom still give N'Dovu wary eyes on sight.

[Brian]

N'dovu frowns at this revelation, then nods at Toby.  "Thank you, Toby.  We may not see eye-to-eye with I and I, but you are a good man." After that, N'dovu takes his post at the door until he sees his manager.

[Carthrat]

It's only a few minutes until N'Dovus manager walks in. He's a slender guy, with hair looped back in a braid and a vacant expression on his face. However, when pressed, he's well known to lash out with violent word-fu, reducing his opponent to a quivering mess after the impact of various, frequently Shakespearean insults hits their unguarded ego.

[Brian]

N'dovu nods at his manager.  "Jason," he says quietly, and as respectfully as possible, "there is something I'd like to discuss with you, if you've got a moment."

[Carthrat]

Jason looks up at N'Dovu, curiously. "What's up, big guy?" he asks, quietly. "If it's about the staring, there's nothing I can do." He chuckles to himself, at that.

[Brian]

N'dovu's eyes get wide, and he sniffles slightly.  "For real?" he asks, the old joke passing between the two again.  At first, it had been, "You mean, that's not normal?" but as time went on, N'dovu adjusted.

Shaking his head, N'dovu says, "Actually, it's about my family."

[Carthrat]

"Hmm? Not still safe back in Africa?" asks Jason, grimacing. "Dangerous place to be, that. Do you want to talk somewhere private?"

[Brian]

N'dovu nods, following Jason back into his private office.  Once they're alone, N'dovu quietly says, "I've got a chance to see them again.  It's taken a bit of work, but we'd meet in Cairo.  It ... should be safe.  The only problem is the fact that there is only a limited window of opportunity."

N'dovu fidgets, and looks apologetic.

[Carthrat]

"Well, big guy, there's nothing for it, is there? I assume that this window is within the next two weeks, naturally, and there's no way of extending it."

Jason heaves out a sigh. "That sucks, man. We havn't had a shred of trouble since three days after I hired you."

[Brian]

"The window is today," N'dovu admits.  "But.  It should only be temporary, and then I will return."

[Carthrat]

"What, so you can't work today?" asks Jason, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, I expected short notice, but that's really pushing it, big guy."

[Brian]

"It may be longer than just today, but isn't immediate," N'dovu says, shaking his head.  "The problem is that apparently someone is looking for me ... trying to find me here.  If they find out I'm planning on going back to Africa ... there will be trouble.  I am going to leave for lunch to buy a ticket at the bus station, but I will be back to finish my shift."  N'dovu frowns.  "If I am not back, then you should worry."

[Carthrat]

"Well, I won't be stopping you," replies Jason, shrugging. "So how long do you want off? I mean, I ain't gonna need to go into the wilds to find a replacement, am I?"

[Brian]

"I can't imagine I will have much time," N'dovu sighs.  "A week, at the most, but most of that time will be travel."