From Drags to Riches

"There, we are done. The club is all yours now."
"Mr. Stone it's been a pleasure doing business with you."
"The pleasure is mine, Ms. Bouchet. I hope things go well for you."
The two rise from the bar and bid their farewells. Octavia calls to Braxton who just got off the phone.
"It's official, this is your new performance club."
The two look around the building one last time before they leave.

Joyce marvels at the beauty of downtown Garladine. The streets are lined with renovated ancient buildings littered with giant sky-scrapers. The night-time city is bustling with people moving everywhere with things to do. The lights dazzle in her eyes.
"So Weston, where are we going?"
"Joyce, you haven't changed. You were always this impatient when I knew you long ago."
Joyce blushes at the completion of Weston's comment. He makes a right turn onto another street, then slowly brings the car to a stop. Joyce can hardly believe her eyes.
"Weston! This is the restaurant we ate at the night we..."
Joyce pauses as though slightly ashamed.
"Yes, I know. I brought you here because I thought it might stir your memory of the happy days we used to have together."
Regatta Italiano is one of the finest Italian restaurants in the city of Garladine. Back in the days of Joyce's college years, she and Weston had worked at the restaurant during its time of establishment. The dining had not been so fine back then, but they were there for the job, not the food. Over the years, the food and reputation increased to become the restaurant it is today.
"I hope this choice is okay."
"Of course, it could be more perfect."
Weston takes Joyce's arm and escorts her into the restaurant.

Skyler enters his apartment and not three minutes later, he hears a knock on his door. Quickly throwing his work clothes on his bed, he hurries to answer the door.
"Hawke, what are you doing here so early?"
"Why am I early? Did I have to come in exactly an hour?"
"It would have been nice. I have someone else meeting us."

Braxton pulls into the apartment building parking lot, parks his car, and ascends the stairs to the fourth floor. He walks down the hall to apartment 4305 and knocks softly on the door. A young man, shorter than Skyler answers the door.
"Hi, is Skyler here."
The young man's eyes widen as he realizes who is standing in front of him.
"Yes... yes he is. You're... Bust Bouchet."
"Please, call me Braxton when I'm not in costume."
As the two enter the apartment, Braxton is relieved to see Skyler.
"Hey Braxton. Oh don't mind Hawke, he's just a really big fan of yours."
"A formal introduction then, I'm Braxton Bouchet."
He holds out his hand.
"Hawke Stone."
The two shake.
"Is that in any relation to Alvin Stone?"
"Yes he's my father."
"He just sold his club to my aunt. She is turning it into a permanent performance club for me. I'll be in Garladine for awhile it seems."
Hawke is shocked at the news that his father sold the club, but is more excited about being in the presence of Busty Bouchet.
"So, Braxton, when does the club open?"
"Well, I'm actually doing the grand opening in a few days."
"That's perfect. Can we do Brayen's belated birthday party that night?"
"Skyler, of course."