That damn mysterious Persian.

You were just a bartender and sometimes a hostess when Angela couldn’t come in at The Lab, and there was this Persian, trying to buy up Mr and Mrs. B’s club (The Lab) but they wouldn’t accept. You were kinda well, an eavesdropper, often listening in…not really sneakily.

You are pouring a martini for a woman, before seeing that man, Arastoo, with Mrs. B, with a lower offer now for the Club…and Mr. B told him either to get out, or buy a drink, cause the club ain’t selling.

You stared at the guy, for a good while. Arastoo looked at you, eyeing up and just spoke right then and there.

“Well, I prefer not to drink, so I suppose a water will do, in a fancy cup. But, Temperance and Booth, this deal is lower than my normal ones—“