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“So, what do you think?” Eric asked, wearing his trademark lopsided grin.

“About what?” Scott asked.

“About what?” Eric repeated, incredulously. “About this!” He continued, motioning around the spacious, yet utterly decrepit space that he has assured Scott was the perfect location for their club.

To say that the place was a mess was an understatement. The interior looked as if it had been completely gutted. There were exposed wires in the walls. Ceiling tiles were missing, the walls that were finished had cracked plaster, and one of the support beams looked like it would need to be repaired, if not replaced completely. 

“It’s a bit of a fixer upper, I know. But this is a magnificent location and well worth the money.” Mr. Stanley, the rotund, balding landlord chimed in.

“I don’t know…”Scott said, trailing off.

“Scott, we can fix this place up, no problem. I know a guy, he can get a crew in and have this place looking brand new in a couple of days. Besides, you saw the apartment upstairs, it’s perfect for you.” Eric argued.

He was right, the apartment was ideal for Scott. It had a private entrance, roof access and a large set of roof windows, roughly the size of a bay window near the back of the apartment facing the ally behind the club, which would allow Scott an easy exit should he need to get somewhere in a hurry.

“You’re sure?” Scott asked Eric, who simply nodded that he was.

“Alright, let’s do it.” Scott said, almost reluctantly.

“Great! Mr. Stanley said, “Why don’t you boys follow me to my office and we can just sign the lease and get you the keys.”

Scott silently followed Eric to the car, still unsure about the building. Though, he had to admit, it was a great location and with a bit of work, they could turn the place into one of the hottest clubs in the city.

“When are you going to call him?” Scott asked as they got into the car and closed the doors.

“Who?” Eric asked.

“You’re guy. The one who you said will help fix the place up.” Scott said, to which eric softly chuckled.

“You’re the guy.”

“What?” Scott asked, incredulously.

“Come on,” Eric began, still chuckling. “You do that…super thing and you’ll have the place fixed up and ready to open in two minutes.” 

“Unbelievable.” Scott said as Eric pulled away from the curb, following Mr. Stanley into traffic on the way to his office.