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Despite the awareness that Arthur being annoyed with him is practically a default setting, Eames can't help but feel somewhat responsible for goading him along, this time. And it hadn't even been as intentional as it normally was. He'd worked several jobs back home to keep busy, but eventually even that hadn't helped to keep his mind off what he'd left things as.
And so, that's why Eames has a bottle of Bordeaux wine, and a small canvas painting that's an original, using post-war British modernism as an inspiration to paint a quick little thing that ought to curry some favour. He'd contacted several sources, running through his safest contacts until Yusuf mentioned that he'd heard rumour that Arthur is in Chicago.
Lucky, then, that Eames has been in New York City, laying groundwork for several marks he's working up to con in the future.
Once he's in Chicago, he makes sure that everyone knows he's there. He knows the information will get back to Arthur and Eames has to hope that Arthur is curious enough to come find him. He's settled in the lobby of the Hilton Palmer, peering upwards as he keeps the wrapped painting beside him, handy, and the wine in the other hand.
One way or the other, that wine will be drank tonight.
And so, that's why Eames has a bottle of Bordeaux wine, and a small canvas painting that's an original, using post-war British modernism as an inspiration to paint a quick little thing that ought to curry some favour. He'd contacted several sources, running through his safest contacts until Yusuf mentioned that he'd heard rumour that Arthur is in Chicago.
Lucky, then, that Eames has been in New York City, laying groundwork for several marks he's working up to con in the future.
Once he's in Chicago, he makes sure that everyone knows he's there. He knows the information will get back to Arthur and Eames has to hope that Arthur is curious enough to come find him. He's settled in the lobby of the Hilton Palmer, peering upwards as he keeps the wrapped painting beside him, handy, and the wine in the other hand.
One way or the other, that wine will be drank tonight.