OOm - Eric's room, late night

[onceaviking]

After having finished his little intermezzo with Jay Eric returns to his room.

He pushes the door open and locks it behind him, once he is inside. Old habits and all.
He strips off his wife beater and toes off his boots right inside the door. He could do with a shower.

His laptop is on.
"What are you looking at?" he asks Pam, as his jeans go the way of boots and wife beater.

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[onceaviking]

"If you use up all the hot water, I will be most displeased, Pam," he calls after her.

(It likely can't be. And he wouldn't be anyway. But he still has to say it.)

[lazy_but_loyal]

The door closes before he finishes his sentence.

An hour and a half passes by, which in Lady Time translates to about forty-five minutes, and three hours in Man Time.

Pam emerges from the bathroom looking almost exactly the same as when she stepped into Milliways several nights ago -- super-high heels, tight little vinyl mini-dress, perfect hair and makeup.

How she accomplished this will remain a secret.

[onceaviking]

He looks up from the laptop.
He too looks like he did when he stepped into Milliways. It is less of a feat in his case.

He doesn't comment on the time, because only fools engage in pointless arguments. Especially, if they cannot in them.

Instead, he says, "I like your hair." Because he does. And because he knows that he isn't always easy.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Thank you."

She smiles at him pleasantly before setting down the folded-up tracksuit and makeup bag on one of the chairs by the low table. She then crosses over to where Eric is sitting at the desk.

"Do me?"

Flipping her hair to the side, she turns around.

Her dress is unzipped.

[onceaviking]

He gets up and slowly slides up the zipper. Then he drops a kiss on her cold skin, right where her shoulder and her neck meet.

"There," he says."All set."

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Thank you again," she says, smiling at the kiss.

After tucking her clothes and bag under one arm, she turns to him with a hand on her hip.

"Got anything I should take care of back home? Granted, they might not actually get done, but at least I'll know what needs to be done."

Hey, she's honest.

[onceaviking]

"We need a quote from the ad agency," he replies, sitting back down.
"And my car needs an oil change."

The latter, especially, being done would surprise him.

"And you should probably talk with that dancer - ah, I see what you are doing."
Narrowing his eyes a little at her.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She raises an eyebrow at him, the tilt of her hip becoming subtly saucier.

"I'm sorry, what exactly am I doing...?"

[onceaviking]

"You want to audition for dancers. Again."

[lazy_but_loyal]

She just stares at him for a bit.

"Well, I'm not objecting to the possibility," she finally admits.

"Maybe for a human one this time. And female."

[onceaviking]

He lifts an eyebrow. Then he sniffs.

Then he says, "Well, I suppose , when things have settled down, that we can have an audition."

The indulgent father.

[lazy_but_loyal]

There's no containing the pleased grin that spreads across her face.

"I'll start working on the flyers."

The spoiled daughter.

[onceaviking]

"Run along," he says.
"Don't kill anyone important."

Smiling.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"You know I always leave the important ones to you."

And she leans in to give him a peck on the cheek, the fingers of her free hand lightly brushing through his hair above his ear.

She then strides to the door, glancing at him over her shoulder once, before letting herself out.

[onceaviking]

{ooc: that was perfection}