[ It's nothing short of a miracle that Grell actually hears it - though, at first, she isn't certain if her mind is playing tricks on her. It's an awfully quiet tap, quite nearly drowned out by the opera that booms from her sitting room.
Setting her glass upon the counter, she cuts the record's play, before tentatively checking the door. It's swung open wide, revealing the redhead in a lacy little number, smelling of wine and rose perfume. ]
--Will?
[ With a blink, she looks him over. ]
I'd think you should be celebrating in the privacy of your bedchamber about now--
[ Unless... Ah. Darn, she's got just enough alcohol in her not to have thought that through properly before she spoke. With an apologetic grimace, she hooks an arm into William's to tug him inside and close the door after them. ]
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Setting her glass upon the counter, she cuts the record's play, before tentatively checking the door. It's swung open wide, revealing the redhead in a lacy little number, smelling of wine and rose perfume. ]
--Will?
[ With a blink, she looks him over. ]
I'd think you should be celebrating in the privacy of your bedchamber about now--
[ Unless... Ah. Darn, she's got just enough alcohol in her not to have thought that through properly before she spoke. With an apologetic grimace, she hooks an arm into William's to tug him inside and close the door after them. ]
Come in. Come in, then.