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[ What began as a heated conversation seemed to earn the curiosity of the lobby's dawdlers and passer-bys-- until it became downright explosive. The boisterous tone of voice was all too recognisable, for everyone there had found themselves subjected to Grell's charades at least once, and for most, that was one time too many. The smartest of them would turn on heel and leave the direction they came.

Unfortunately, those that were in the immediate vicinity wouldn't have such privilege. A foolish, albeit good-hearted young woman had just stepped between Grell and the target of her aggression, in hopes of diffusing the situation. Instead, the enraged redhead snatched the new receptionist by the hair. ]

Oh, is this what it's all about, then! This wagtail bitch?!

[ Immediately, several reapers jump in to take Grell's arms and detach her. While they are successful, it only earns a face-splitting grin from her - for, now, she has a better distraction. Flipping one man over her shoulder, she gives him a splitting kick before turning on the rest of them. It's nothing short of a brawl. ]

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[ William takes up the bottle, holding it out to give her a refill, but he pauses at her comment. ]

Not in drag, I should hope.

[ It's only a split second that she's pouting at the delay, for his response gets a good laugh out of her. ]

Only if it should suit your fancy, my dear!

It doesn't.

[ He resumes tilting the bottle enough to fill her glass halfway. ]

Though, I am open to hearing your other clothing suggestions.

[ Batting her lashes, she raises her glass just so, in silent thanks. ]

A shame that I can't just dress you up, myself! Your frame exceeding mine, and all.

[ Now that her glass in ready, she'll hold out her hand to him! ]

But I can still play with your hair~

[ William leaves her offered hand there to, instead, protectively smooth out his hair. ]

No. What is there to even do to it?

[ With a huff, that hand curls to rest against Grell's hip! ]

Oh, it's just for fun. What, did you have any engagements this evening that I should know about?

[ William's frustrated look suddenly turns icy cold. Seems he didn't like that choice of words. ]

That isn't funny.

[ For a moment, Grell is genuinely confused - and then indignant, because why is he so upset!! Of course, then it dawns on her, and she's left gasping at her own folly. A long, drawn out, breathy gasp! ]

Oh, dear God, I didn't mean that.

[ Her glass is left at the side table so that she may sink to her knees, arms folded over his arm, chin atop them. She peers up at him with big, pleading eyes, only partly done in jest! ]

Terrible fault in my words. Will you ever forgive me?

[ William just looks down at her, frown unmoving. Finally, he leans forward to put his glass upon the table next to hers. Hand now free, he smacks her firmly on the head. ]

Have some sense to think before you speak. Honestly.

[ In William's way, this is forgiveness! ]

[ With a yelp that tapers into a dull whimper, Grell flinches, pressing a hand over the infliction. ]

I'm sorry--!

[ But that is indulging her, isn't it? So, he can't be too angry! Delighted by the fact - and also in terrible need of consoling him, as well as herself - she rises up just enough to throw her arms about his shoulders! ]

[ More than tipsy, at this point, he doesn't foresee the tackling. He also doesn't keep his balance on the seat very well! Half falling over, he chooses to right his glasses over shoving her away. ]

I know that, you don't need to climb all over me.

Oh, you call this climbing all over you?

[ Pushing herself up, she doesn't shift her hold on him - and, as such, pushes him right back onto the couch to lay on top of him, cheek to cheek! ]

[ William huffs, having to readjust his glasses a second time. ]

Honestly? Get up.

[ Grell gives a sound of protest-- though, stops herself short with a huffy little sigh. ]

I suppose I'll go easy on you. This time.

[ To do so, she has to untangle herself from him, first! ]

[ Somehow, Grell's managed to not only tangle her limbs from him, but her hair as well. William sputters slightly, some apparently getting in his mouth. Then there's a tug where a few strands have found their way into the hinge of his glasses. ]

How do you even manage with all this?

[ A question he's had for decades. ]

[ Now, it's getting tangled into metal bits that leaves her yelping in distress. Tugging it loose comes with a wince, and she's left pouting at the ragged broken ends of the strands. ]

Being beautiful doesn't come easy...

[ Sitting at the spare bit of cushion at William's side, she's smoothing over the strands between her fingertips, to no avail. Giving up with a sigh, he attention lands back on him. ]

What, you don't like it?

[ William finally sits up, frowning as Grell fusses with her hair. ]

It's a bit much.

[ Lips parting with a gasp, she's very clearly affronted!! ]

I take it back, I don't want your opinion!

[ He shakes his head with a sigh. ]

It looks just as good on you short. It just seems more of a hassle at this length.

[ That seems like a bit of a compliment, and so, while she rolls her eyes, she relaxes a great deal. ]

Well, it makes me feel more feminine and pretty. I take a great deal of pride in it!

[ He supposes he can understand that. ]

Well, next time, tie it up first.

[ It takes a moment, but he eventually frowns at his words. ]

That wasn't an invitation to pounce on me, just to clarify.

[ Sitting back, she shoots him a devilishly mischievous look. ]

Oh, that makes it seem like such a serious endeavour... I rather like it!

[ It's also very ridiculous and she can't help but laugh-- while grabbing a ribbon from hammerspace to tie up her hair. Watch out! ]

I just said I wasn't inviting you to do so.

[ William scoots away to the opposite arm of the couch, turning from her so she can't knock him over again. ]

But you were presenting it as a very tempting option!

[ Though he's turned away from her, he hasn't left the couch, so he can't be too resistant to the idea! She crawls right over - very tipsy-like - to wrap her arms up over his shoulders and embrace him from behind, nestling against the back of his neck with an elated croon. ]

[ The alcohol in his system is doing a lot to weaken his perception. Because, once more, William's jumping when Grell is suddenly on him. Really, that shouldn't have taken him off guard. ]

Stop it.

[ He raises his shoulders defensively, as her bangs and eyelashes tickle the back of his neck. ]