You Got Mail, Mr. Juniper.

This would ideally be one of the last nights in Manta Carlos for Juniper. He and his niece had finally reunited after a mentally exhausting eight month goose chase. From this point onwards it was smooth sailing. With his newfound free time he could go on evening walks and chuckle at all the weird sights, occasionally snapping pictures. Amongst the freak show were two large men following him. Last time he checked, stalking wasn't a quirk. He put away his phone and stared them down, they had to be at least a head taller than him, but being intimidated just wouldn't cut it for Juniper. Just by the dull look on their faces, he could take a wild guess and say that he was needed somewhere.

" Talent agencies sure get creative these days." He muttered, hoping for a chuckle from the two men with no avail. Judging by the goons' thick skulls, he might as well save the jokes as well as the questions for someone who would actually appreciate it. Any client of his would know that he preferred bars and coffee shops for business, the more secluded the better and Red Light district was the perfect place for such meetings.

Hoping to arrive at a laid back bar or coffee shop, his jaw dropped. Inside was a bustling club that he most certainly wasn't dressed for unless eggplant purple track suits were back in the club fashion scene. Of course, being the god amongst men that he was, there was no doubt he could pull something so tacky off. His ponytail swung with his hips as he strutted through the crowd, occasionally winking at the particularly handsome patrons. At first he didn't know where he was going and just enjoyed the unexpected club scene, but the second he saw that silhouette draped on the staircase, he knew he might as well be in quicksand. He had to play it cool, fear never looked good on the tabloids. Each step was more sultry and dragged out than the last as he tried to get his bearings.

" Why yes! That is indeed me!" He exclaimed, striking a flamboyant pose with his leg wrapped around the railing like a pinup model. Internally, he wanted to inch away from the intimidating women and her lung cancer inducing cigarette, but for the time being holding his breath would do, the meeting should be short anyways. " You know, you don't have to send out thugs just to get my autograph." He teased, now in a slightly more comfortable position sitting cross legged on the railing.

" I like what you've done with the place, but the smoke machines are a bit extra, don't ya think?" He queried, wafting away the smoke between the two of them to make his point and for a considerably clearer view, even though it was still too foggy to make out any details. " That's probably not what you're thinking about, isn't it?" He pouted, twirling around a silky strand of hair. " Correct me if I'm wrong, but you want something from me. Of course... I don't blame you... who doesn't?"

Juniper listened to the women, slightly offended that there was nothing needed of him and even moreso that she thought that he was dirtying her property. He was tempted to inform her that he was only adding to the property's value, instead, he just kept his mouth shut for the time being, in seemed like she had something interesting to say. Following this women into the back room was the exact opposite of what those self defense booklets told him to do in such a situation, but he was intrigued whatever she had in mind, even if it put him in a tiny bit of danger.

The room behind the club was less dingy than expected and the decor was quite something. If he ever found thugs of his own, he'd consider providing entertainment of some sort, though his presence should really be enough. He took a seat, as gestured to by one of the men and grew slightly paranoid as the woman spoke.

" Excuse me, five hours?" He repeated, cocking an eyebrow. " How am I even going to pack in such little time?" He joked, the chair creaked as he shifted weight. While he hated Manta Carlos, five hours was ridiculous, and he couldn't just leave his niece alone on a freak infested island.

" So what are you going to do if I refuse, hmm?" He queried, pairing an innocent head tilt with a smug expression. " Dear, I don't even have to call the cops on this joint, I'm concerned about fellow celebrities, not some E lister college girl. What's the worse thing you have in those files? My 9th grade yearbook photo?" He smirked.

" You look so satisfied with yourself, quite frankly it's adorable. Not to be rude or anything, but your men are like teddy bears compared to the ones I've slept with." He boasted, it was a total bluff, not that she would know anything of that sort.

" Let's just walk over to the bar, grab a drink, and pretend like this never happened. Hell, I'll even pay for yours." He proposed, extending his hand as his smile flickered.

Juniper eyes widened in disbelief. There was no way she could have gotten any information about the whole custody situation, nor anything that went down at the circus or relating to how he got famous, basically anything within the Narrow Reality. Anyone who had known anything of it had enough respect to keep their lips sealed. The icing on the cake was her not even putting in the effort his niece's name down on the envelope, her knowing about any of Klef's almost nonexistent dirt would be a tremendous stretch.

He took a few shallow breaths, blaming it on the smoke filled atmosphere. " I must say, this is quite an elaborate scam you have going on here," he complimented, twirling around a strand of hair " you should really take your talents elsewhere, what is there to gain from shooing away, must I brag, a widely acclaimed celebrity?" He queried, flicking it back again. " Everyone needs an ego stroke every now and then, I get it," He told teased, placing both feet firmly on the ground again, which would make standing up a tad easier. " So, what I'm trying to say is I'll begrudgingly play along if you really do insist," he told her, the sole light source reflected in his eyes without even a smidge of doubt, " Oh, how about I take the ladder while we're at it? You must know how dreadfully time consuming it is to pack so much." He got up from his seat and pushed the chair back in, now eye to eye with the women.

He was aware that he was putting his blind niece on the line over something petty. However, it would be the only way for things to go over smoothly. He'd gladly tear anyone who hurts her to shreds with his manicured nails, should the situation call for it. " One thing, if you or any of your men lay a finger on my niece, the only one going anywhere would be you, behind bars that is." He threatened, briefly giving the most intimidating glare a man barely hitting 5'7 could do. His mouth quickly reverted to a smile as he met her eyes again