OOM: Out

[latino_menace]

X was less than gracious when she released him and that's still annoying him as he heads up the stairs. But by the time he's reached Fi's room, he's let it go (or at least put it away for a while). There are more important things to think of, like making up for three weeks of incarceration or incapacity. And washing that damn place off him.

He bangs on the door hard. She wasn't downstairs (he checked) so she must be up here.

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[latino_menace]

'No. I fucking hate it.'

Bunch of assholes warbling away in stupid languages about stupid things.

'But if you want to show off, there's no place better.

...and I'll get a box so we can fool around.'

[justcallmefee]

She blinks rapidly, taken aback at the sentiment. Why would he suggest something like that if he hates it?

"Well, that's okay. I've heard the opera in Miami sucks. How about --" She hums as she thinks. Crashing a party really is much more her speed. "Oh I know. There's a new club opening down in South Beach in a week, and everyone who's anyone will be there. How does that sound?"

[latino_menace]

'Sounds alright.'

He looks confused.

'But I thought you just said you liked opera?'

[justcallmefee]

"Well, yeah. Listening to it. Turned up loud on the stereo while I clean or something. Don't know if I could handle parading around for a bunch of stiffs whose idea of fun doesn't involve even breaking a sweat. Besides, I like dancing better."

That's the truth, he knows. She loves to go dancing, and it always gets her blood up.

[latino_menace]

He shrugs and lights another cigarette so she can keep that one if she likes.

'If you like. But I'll probably hire some security if we're going to a club.'

No one is stealing a half million dollars worth of jewellery if they're in a crowded place where he can't just shoot them.

'Anyway, you really think going to an opera with me would be boring?'

Fi+jewels+little dress = severe amounts of molestation when the lights go down. Or even before, he's not proud.

[justcallmefee]

She looks at the little red coal and grins, the endorphins still coursing in her blood stream.

"Not in the least. But I'd rather get all sweaty and inappropriate with you on the dance floor, not in some balcony that smells like old people."

[latino_menace]

'Smell like sex within half an hour,' he says, with a laugh but shrugs it off. If she'd rather not go, that's completely fine with him. The boredom almost makes him want to slash his wrists when business insists on him making an appearence.

'Sweaty and inappropriate it is. And we'll actually dance this time, not just make an attempt and then end up against the wall in the dark.'

[justcallmefee]

She stretches again, leaning across him to stub out the cigarette.

"I like this plan and am proud to be a part of it," she whispers, nestling down next to him.

[latino_menace]

'Well, then that's what we'll do.'

And no doubt end up against a wall anyway but hopefully only when they've had their fill on the dancefloor.

'What time is it? Morning yet?'

Doesn't matter really, he's going back to sleep either way.

[justcallmefee]

"Dunno," she murmurs, kissing his chest, pulling his arm around her. "Don't care."

It's clearly cuddling time.

[latino_menace]

'Mmmm.'

He stubs his cigarette out and pulls the covers over them, getting comfortable with his arms around her.

'I'm sleeping in tomorrow. So are you.'

So there.

[justcallmefee]

She nestles close against his chest, oblivious to the jewels around her neck, still drifting on the cloud this night has put her on.

She takes a deep breath and lets it out in a slow, contented sigh.

[latino_menace]

He feels them pressed against him and utters a small laugh.

'You break 'em, you pay for 'em,' he mutters sleepily, and starts to drift off in earnest.

She makes sleeping a very comfortable affair. And if she wants to sleep in diamonds, he's not about to say she shouldn't.