[b][u]Vert with Envy[/u][/b] [i]Rubis Brillant, Dojoville, 13:42[/i] In the jewely store, behind the counter, stood Désirè. The man in his usual gray pinstripe suit, and white vest. Pinned to it, was a pin of a ruby. He stood at 6 foot 1. His curly dark hair draping the sides of his face. His silver eyes gleaming as he scanned the room. Next to him, stood his translator. A young lady, only 19 or so, only about 5 foot 4. Her hair marked her as a brunette. She wore a dress shirt and a pencil skirt, and high heels. The customer was a man, looking for an engagement ring to give to his girlfriend. He was looking through the rings at a different display case. "Nikita!" Désirè called, "Si sa femme aime le vert, je recommande l'anneau de trois pierres bordées de malachite." Nikita turned to the man, "He recommends the three-stone ring lined with malachite." The man decided, "What stones are those?" "Two peridots, with an emerald in the middle," Nikita would answer him. "She's going to love it," he muttered, "How much?" "Deux mille soixante-quinze euros!" Désirè shouted. "Twenty five hundred dollars," the woman translated. "J'ai dit des euros. Pas des dollars américains, mon cher," Désirè replied. "Oh... shit," the man muttered. "Five payments of 500 dollars should work. Monthly, five months," Nikita replied. "Je vous ai embauché en tant que traducteur, pas en tant que négociateur," the Frenchman muttered. "Actually, how about 750 now, and five payments of 350 for five months," the man offered. Nikita looked to her boss. He sighed. "Écoutez, je vais vous laisser prendre la bague maintenant, avec cet acompte," then his voice grew hostlie, "Tu ferais mieux de payer à temps. Ou je vais envoyer mes hommes après vous." "What?" the man asked. "He says, you can take the ring with you now after down payment. But you must pay your payments on time," she translated. After the purchase was made, and as the man left, Desire spoke: "J'espère que ta chıenne irlandaise aime la bague!" After the shop door closed, Nikita looked to her boss, "Pourquoi es-tu si mal élevé?" Désirè replied with what English he was picking up, his accent tinting it, "It's called a hustle, ma chérie." The young woman scoffed, "Tout est amusant et amusant avec vous." [spoiler]Translation of ^^ "It's all fun and games with you."[/spoiler][spoiler]Open[/spoiler]