milliways_bar | (no subject)

Coffee is okay while you're working, but...

"For you dear," her charming boyfriend whispers into her ear, reaching over the back of the sofa and starting to gently massage her shoulders after a tender kiss to the back of the neck. A wait rat scampers by and drops off a martini onto the end table... just the way she likes them.

Alcoholic.

She sighs and leans back into his hands, turning her head to kiss one gratefully.

"Join me," she says with a pat to the seat beside her. "I didn't see you when I came in."

"Oh... I've been around," he smiles, continuing to knead her taught muscles tenderly.

She moans tiredly, her eyes slipping shut as she relaxes some. "You're good at that. But really, come sit beside me. I miss your face."

He obeys quietly and slips onto the couch beside her, putting his arm round her shoulder and drawing a few strands of hair absently through his fingers.

"So, are you managing to get on top of things?" he inquires innocently.

She snuggles up next to him, laying her head on his shoulder and looking up at him adoringly. "You're sexy," she says and then kisses him gently on the lips.

"I'm not too behind. But I had the most brilliant idea to come here and do everything, and when I go back it'll be done, and I'll have the whole evening free." She smiles like a little kid. "I am so smart."

"Hm... definitely smart," he admits while lacing the fingers of his free hand through hers. "I already knew that though."

He kisses her forehead. "You had supper?"

She shrugs non-committally and sips her martini. "I could eat. But don't you dare move."

She's way too comfortable curled up beside him.

The thoughtful explorer flags down a passing rat and orders two slices of banana cream pie. "I think that's a fair compromise," he smiles.

He relaxes back into her and and crosses his feet under the coffee table. "You know Warren and Isabel now right?"

She nods. "Not well. I just met Isabel the other day, but Warren and I have talked some."

"They had a bit of a blow up yesterday. I think they've reconciled now, but it was pretty ugly."

She grimaces. "Aww. That's a shame. They're cute together."

Not that she's actually seen them together, but she likes the idea of Warren having a girlfriend like Isabel.

"Yeah. Improbable... but cute. Neither of them would tell me what it was about, but I guess they sorted it out themselves."

He squeezes her hand as the pie arrives and offers her one of the plates.

"Anyway, before all that happened, Warren and I were talking and he asked me if I could help him give Isabel a night to remember. Hopefully he still wants to."

He lifts a forkful of pie to his mouth and nods appreciatively as he swallows.

"I was wondering if you'd like to help me set it up. I think I need a woman's perspective to make it perfect. So naturally I thought of you."

"Because I'm a woman or because I'm perfect?" She smiles. Too easy.

She takes a bite of pie and hums happily. "And sure I'll help. What do you have in mind?"

"Both?" he suggests with a smirk and takes another sliver of pie.

He rubs his bristly chin thoughtfully. "I'm not sure. What would be your perfect night?"

She rolls her eyes with a coy smile. "A- We already did it. B- We did it five times after that. C- We did it again. And again. And again. D- We got high and did it. . ."

She sips more of her martini and looks thoughtful. "If he's looking to make things right after a fight, you can't go wrong with flowers, wine (if either of them drink it), dinner. . . Maybe a picnic by the lake, or. . ." She frowns. She isn't sure where all they could go here at Milliways.

"It's a little cold for a picnic out there I think." He shrugs.

"I was just gonna set his room up for a romantic meal... something like that?"

"Always a winner." She says around some pie. "I've promised both of them I'd bring them some more movies. I could leave a few with you to give to them."

"Sounds like a plan. Um... I'll take care of the wardrobe and food I guess. Can I leave the floral arrangements and room decor to your keen eye?"

She bites her lip and thinks before nodding. "Sure. Time here's a little funny though, so I may have to gather everything up and leave it with you. Just in case I am not able to get back for it."

She finishes off her pie. "Pretty lingerie may be nice."

"I dunno if Warren'd look too good in that kinda thing hon," he smirks.

She pinches his leg.

"I don't know," She muses seriously. "You probably would." She takes another sip of her martini with a smirk. "Although, admittedly, you'd look a lot better out of one."

"I'm just gonna have to trust you on that one," he chuckles. "Sounds like we've got a plan then. The Bar'll help us out with some extra stuff if you're pushed for time."

He reaches forward to put his plate back on the coffee table, wincing a little and pressing his hand to his lower back.

She notices with a frown. "You okay, Hon?"

She drapes a hand out lazily to knead his back.

"Yeah... just... slept a bit awkwardly last night I guess. I'm helping Meg out by watching Anthy's room when she sleeps."

He realizes this may not make much sense. "The purple haired waitress. She's a friend of mine and Meg's. She got bitten by a vampiress here and has a tendency to sleep walk sometimes. Just trying to prevent any... uhm... relapses, let's say."

"Meg needs her bed and she has a boyfriend. So I offered to share the duty." He draws a breath as she manages to ease the spasm out.

"So I'm on a mattress on the floor every other night from now on. Guess it's just gonna take a bit of getting used to."

Lorelai doesn't really know what to do with all that information, so she just keeps massaging his back.

"Meg mentioned something like that the other day. Although she was much more vague."

She thinks quietly for a moment and then asks, "I thought there could be no violence here. Doesn't Vampire bites count as violent?"

"Uh... rules get broken occasionally. Hence the need for the security staff. It's not a hundred percent safe here," he advises.

Winking at her he adds, "...but I'll keep my eye on you."

She grins. "Good. And I'll keep my eye on you. I do have a magical smashy stick you know."

He raises his eyebrows. "And I have the key to the room in which it is being kept."

"And I have gotten into your pants almost as much as you have." She smirks.

"It'd be simple to get that key. If I wanted."

He laughs and kisses her. "You seem to have all the keys hon. Not that I'm complaining."

She grins and kisses him back. Then reaches for a folder and settles back against him, pulling her legs up underneath her.

"Wanna help? If I get this done soon I may just have time to take you upstairs and try to get some more of those keys from you."

He smiles, sliding his arm around her waist. "Sure. What're we working on? You're gonna have to read for me because Warren's got my glasses. Unless you hold it right... here."

He takes her hand and moves the papers to the right distance for him to focus.

She giggles, and moves the papers back to her lap. "I just need to double check these lists. Tell me if I repeat myself."

She scunches down on the couch so her head is in his lap, her hair fanning his thighs.

"Adams. Ainsworth. Anderson. Appling. . . "