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Dite's Decadent Delights | Tuesday

It wasn't Irene's usual day to open, but given that there was still the hardware from a broken fixture hovering over the dildos, it seemed better to open up and get things repaired rather than arbitrarily waiting until Wednesday.

She had at least cleaned up the broken glass from the week prior, and set up a little 'caution' sign and everything, and that was about the extent of what Irene felt capable of, in terms of taking care of this problem on her own.

Much more in her wheelhouse was making sure that the Halloween costumes were pulled a little more towards the front, given that the holiday in question was only a month or so off now and you never knew whether someone might be on the hunt for a sexy 'happy tree painter' costume.

[link nws, also I feel like I'm going to hell now.]

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Maybe you don't want an overly-helpful person making lube recommendations or whatever, I don't know your life.

She is here to help!

It was still fairly early in the morning when Dwight stopped outside the shop, hesitating for just a moment before going in.

"Good morning, Ms. Adler," he said as he walked in. "Is now a good time?" Dwight asked holding up the work bag.

"Hello, Dwight! Call me Irene, please," she greeted him, smiling widely both at Dwight and at the work bag. "And it's a perfect time. You can see where the light fell, right over here."

It was probably easy to tell, yes, but Irene led the way over, all the same, completely without acknowledging anything about their setting or the merchandise on display. She was a professional, and all.

"Irene then," he said with a smile and slight nod as he followed her over. Standing and looking up at the remnants of the fixture hanging from the ceiling, Dwight was silently grateful for being a bit on the freakishly tall side. Made it easier to look over certain displays... mostly.

"From the looks of it, you're lucky it was just the chain that broke and the outer fixture only that fell. Could have had the entire thing come down and bring some of the ceiling with it. Let me get up there and get a closer look, but I think we will be fine with a quick swap out for now."

(I can type...I promise. Just not on my phone evidently lol )

Edited 2021-09-28 13:18 (UTC)

Meanwhile, Irene was only about 5'6" even with the addition of her heels, so she was right at eye level for everything. Probably convenient, really, even if she had to crane her neck a bit to talk to Dwight. (But, then, she was used to tall men. Tall men were sometimes her favorite.)

"I'm very lucky I was across the room," Irene admitted. "Scared the daylights out of me even so. No idea what happened to bring it down."

Dwight ~~handwavely~~ got the ladder and set it up and climbed up to get a closer look.

"It looks like the wiring got a bit frayed and the casing that's still attached up here looks a bit worn and cracked. The fixture was probably just hanging by the wires and it eventually just snapped. That can happen with these older buildings at time. Good thing is no one got hurt!"

"And none of the merchandise, either," Irene added, since her inventory was also unharmed and that was certainly important. "Though I suppose I could have had a sale on slightly-damaged dildos or something."

There was something for everyone out there. Maybe there was someone who preferred these things to have a chunk taken out of them.

"I'm sure you could have managed" Dwight said as he climbed down the ladder, doing his best to avoid looking at any one thing in particular.

"I brought the two best fixtures I have on hand with me" he said as pulled them out the work bag. "I'm afraid neither are quite up to the same level of elegance the current ones are. I can order in whatever you may want, but I figured I would wait till you decide if you want to do a full upgrade on the lights or not."

What? Dwight keeping busy? Talk to distract himself? Never!

"We should probably go ahead and upgrade the whole shebang eventually," Irene decided cheerfully, and if she could tell he was talking because he was uncomfortable, she was certainly discreet enough to not let on. "I inherited the shop, so none of it is precisely to my taste, anyway."

She was not, after all, the Aphrodite who had opened the store to begin with, and it had changed hands a couple times since then, as well.

"But in the meantime, thank you," she added. "We still need to see."

Dwight nodded and got his tool belt and a few things out of his bag and headed back up the ladder.

"So, you mentioned you inherited the shop from the previous owner...." Dwight said as he started clearing out the remnants of the old fixture. "How did you come about getting the shop?"

Yeah, he sucked at small talk at times. He was trying his best!

"Originally, I was in a bit of hot water back home and a friend arranged it all," Irene told him, watching with casual interest. "He set up the shop and got me a flat so I could just arrive and the whole thing was all set in place, already. But I've been in the industry, so to speak, for a long time."

Said with the casualness of someone who had...well, you know, been a sex worker for a long time.

"Good thing knowing who had your back and helped you get set up" Dwight replied as he worked. "Still have no idea exactly who or what pulled strings for me to come to the island. I got a letter inviting me here to take over a shop, and well I had been looking for an excuse to get out of Haven so it seemed fitting."

He fiddled with the wires for a moment before continuing. "Island is a lot different than Haven... got a lot of shops and things you definitely didn't see back home. I think the nearest shop we had like this one was the next big town over, more than an hour drive from Haven."

"Convenient for all you lot, then," Irene replied, a smile in her voice. "Most people who come in here act like they ought to be in disguise. Venturing to the next town over would provide some anonymity, though."

It was honestly a feat that no one had come in wearing a pair of Groucho Marx glasses or something.

"And there's always the ever-discreet internet." Which, honestly, Irene was considering setting up a web store, considering.

"Never had much experience with any of it really" Dwight said as casually as he could as he worked. "That sort of thing was more up my ex's alley. And once she left well... " he trailed off with a slight shrug.

Yeah it had been a while. Quite a while.

Irene watched him quietly for a moment before offering, "Well, it's not as though we exclusively sell things to couples. Single people make up a majority of the clientele, honestly."

Just saying, Dwight.

"Right, of course," Dwight said as he started getting the new fixture wired into place. "Guess its more of still figuring it out... as silly as I'm sure that sounds coming out of someone like this."

He paused for a moment as he looked down at Irene. "But going from a loveless marriage, to being a divorcee, to being a single father, and now I guess essentially a bachelor again? Just makes it a little more... ummm... interesting with not being a huge fan of it all in the first place," he said as he turned his attention back to the fixture.

So yeah, that all had just kinda came out.

"'Not a huge fan'?" Irene repeated, tilting her head questioningly as she considered the implications there. "No shame in that, you know. Or in still figuring things out. No matter what age."

A pause, a smile, and, "Even the burliest amongst us can make discoveries about ourselves later in life." And it didn't even seem like Dwight was all that much older than her, anyway.

"Well that's good to know" Dwight said with a chuckle as he finished up with the fixture. "After being told there's something wrong with you for so long... it's a nice change. Even if there's still a lot to still figure out."

When he finished he started down the ladder as he nodded towards the new fixture. "Feel like flipping the switch?" he asked Irene with a small smirk as he crossed his fingers jokingly.

"I used to teach sex ed, and I have a long background in -- all of this," Irene offered, crossing over to the switch and holding up her own crossed fingers. "If there's ever -- if you ever have questions, Dwight, I'd be happy to help."

Which might have sounded flirtatious from someone less carefully clinical-but-warm. She shot a smile over, turning it into an exaggerated wince, before flipping the switch.

Hopefully she wouldn't have to call Travis.

"Heh is having so many questions you don't know what question to ask a valid complaint?" he asked with a somewhat awkward smirk as he shook his head.

Giving Irene the thumbs up he waited. "Hey success!" he said in mock surprise as the lights came on. Dwight gave a chuckle as he turned to look at Irene. "What do you think?"

"Beautiful." Irene even gave a little golf clap, beaming at him. "And now that I've seen you at work, we might really have to consider that remodel."

Aww, look, Dwight. She wanted to keep you!

"And," she added, with a lift of one eyebrow, "all questions are welcome. Anything. I can get you resources on anything you'd like, too. No dumb questions, nothing too small. This can all be -- confusing, and things change over time, too. What was true in our teens might not be true in our twenties or our thirties or forties, and so on."

"Ah well, we can definitely work on that and figure out a game plan for a remodel of the place. Will likely take some time as I doubt you would want to close up shop for an extended period. I can work around your schedule and figure something out, not a problem."

He chuckled and held a hand up as he looked at Irene. "And you can stop the count at the thirties. I'm not that old, yet... though my back sometimes says otherwise" he added, shaking his head.

It's still not light out and maybe wishing for summer to end was a mistake.

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