[oom] Room 6620

[lady_bols]

[[ after this & this ]]

God, not again.

She was only getting up to use the loo in the middle of the night.  She'd just left this place a few hours ago, after it swept her away and stuck her in that ludicrous costume for Halloween.  She hadn't intended to come back any time soon.  (The bullet's out, for Christ's sake.  She just wanted to go home.)

But no, she found herself standing in the bar, in her pyjamas and robe, feet covered in thick woollen socks.  She didn't even bother taking a seat.  Just reached her pocket and found the key to the room 6620.  (She never set it down anymore.  It'd become some strange sort of talisman for her.)

Loo.  Kip.  And then she'd try again, Bar's reasons for kidnapping her be damned.

So that's where he found her, sprawled on the bed in his room again.  Dark blue silk pyjamas.  Hair messed.  Makeup removed.  Dead to the world (ha bloody ha).

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[lady_bols]

"Forgiven?"

She steps into his welcoming arms, her chin already wobbling.

[the_gene_genie]

He snorts quietly, leans down and presses his lips to hers, just briefly.

'Dunno. Still don' know what you were on about.'

But now he knows he doesn't want to know, so he's let it go for now. And if she's really going for good, then it doesn't matter anyway. She's just another pretty girl he can snatch a moment with before she disappears.

[lady_bols]

Her hands catch the front of his shirt, holding on so tightly her knuckles go white.

But she lets it be just that, a brief, chaste kiss.

He doesn't know her. Doesn't know how forced the smile on her face is. Doesn't want to know.

"Take care, Guv. Tell Sam I said hello."

And with that, she turns and leaves, not looking back.

[the_gene_genie]

He frowns at the mention of Sam. He didn't realise they knew each other and that adds a whole new dimension of strange to this.

He doesn't. Want. To know.



'...bloody women.'

He'll sleep it off. it'll all be fine in the morning.