"Cowboy Couture."
"Cowboy what?"
Trelawny sighed, shaking his head at the man in front of him. Sometimes he marvels at Arthur's intelligence. Other times he wonders how he has gotten this far in the world. This was one of those times.
"Couture, Arthur. It's fashion!"
"See, you keep sayin' that word and it's starting to piss me off. So why don't you get to the point."
Trelawny waved his hand impatiently in front of Arthur's face, gesturing with his other for the man to sit down in the chair in front of his caravan. He sits down, trying to wipe some of the red dust of Rhodes that covered everything off his hands and pants. He wondered vaguely how Trelawny kept his outfit so clean.
"I was walking through the streets of St. Denis, taking in the sights when-"
"Trewlany-"
"I'm getting to it! Patience is a virtue, my boy. As I was saying, I was walking through the streets of St. Denis when I came across a shop selling the most peculiar clothing. The owner informed me that these were the latest fashions from Paris, France! Can you believe that?"
Arthur stared at him in stony silence, his face set into a scowl. Slowly he stands from the chair, hands curling into fists as he stalked the small porch.
"Are you telling me that you called me over here just to tell me about some shop selling god damn clothes?"
His voice rumbled softly and Trelawny could hear the warning in it.
"No, my idea was much better. Now if you please?"
Arthur stood still, arms stiff at his side, fists clenched.
"OK, fine! An idea popped into my head that we start our own clothing line. Sell them the clothes of the common folk and call it Cowboy Couture. We'll then sell it to all the rich idiots in St. Denis by saying it was one of the latest fashions to come from Paris. They'll buy our clothes and we'll fix our little cash flow problem. It's the best plan I have ever came up with!"
Trewlany smirks, hands on his hips. Arthur feels a headache coming on.
"I have a contact in place for the clothing and a interested buyer already. Now I just need-"
"No," Arthur stops him, eyes closed against the pain building behind his eyes, "Whatever it is. Whatever you are going to ask me it's a no."
The man in front of him tsks, arms crossing in front of his chest.
"I already have models, Arthur. The girls, Javier, Lenny and John-"
"Does John know that?"
"-all kindly agreed to help me," he continues ignoring Arthur's question. He reaches a hand out, smiling, "I just need a business partner. So what do you say?"
Arthur eyes Trelawny's outstretched hand with suspicion. Like most plans, they sound great on paper but don't work out the way they are intended to. Still… it did sound like a solid con. Strange but solid.
"I guess you got a deal."