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Alan Humphries ([personal profile] amongthethorns) wrote in [community profile] thedispatch2021-02-13 12:52 am
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All Work & No Play

[Honestly, they're all exhausted - not tired but just worn out physically - after getting called all the way over here to help deal with a sudden rapid spike of missing souls which had been caused, unsurprisingly by an influx of demons. It was an odd thing and they still needed to pinpoint the origin of this matter, after all. Neither they nor the Paris Reapers could figure out what can caused an entire legion of Hells most foul to ascend on the city of lights.

Thankfully, with the five of them working pulled through just fine even if Alan was just a junior and Ronald was a rookie still. 

At least the hotel was nice even if they had to bunk up; two beds to each room. At least they had adjoining rooms so if they wanted they could throw the door between the two rooms open and interact.

Alan closed the field kit he'd been using to tend even their most minor of injuries; huffing out a tired but relieved breath. His chest ached just slightly and his shoulders slumped a little bit.] 

Well, that was certainly interesting if I don't say so myself. I know we've still got a few more days here in the city just to make sure things are well in hand an find answers, but what do we do for now? I mean - what do you even do in Paris?   

[He turned toward his bed where a rather large suitcase was tucking the field kit away. He'd brought a few things with him. They'd put all their belongings into this singular suitcase - fresh suits, documentations they needed when they went to Paris's dispatch branch for briefings and reports, a few other odds and ends.]
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[personal profile] untodeath 2021-04-26 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Finally, he manages to get her mood to shift! With a twitch of the brow, she ticks her tongue in annoyance. ]

Oh really, now? Like whom?

[ She idly brushes her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. ]

I’d like you to name one woman that could satisfy you better.
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[personal profile] dead_serious 2021-04-26 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes narrow, watching her carefully as she speaks. Finally he takes hold of her wrist again, pulling her fingers from his hair. ]

I believe you have to wait until your turn to ask me questions such as those.
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[personal profile] untodeath 2021-04-26 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ She rests her cheek against that wrist - atop his fingers - and how she smirks! ]

I don’t think that’s necessary.
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[personal profile] dead_serious 2021-04-26 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
Then I forfeit.

[ He drops her wrist, only to shove her face back with his palm. Then, he takes his punishment shot, drinking down a good third of the bottle of rum coke at once. ]
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[personal profile] untodeath 2021-04-26 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Thatsh’ nawt how i’ worshks—!

[ Muffled by his palm, she flails back to pry her face away, bottles clacking around on the table! But she’s free, face a little flushed from the contact, and she heaves a mighty huff!! ]

Hmph. At this rate, you’ll lower you inhibitions enough that I won’t have to rely on a game to get something out of you.
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[personal profile] dead_serious 2021-04-26 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, if I did have someone in mind, do you think I would be foolish enough to give you their name?

[ He huffs back at her bedore downing the rest of the bottle. ]

And my tolerance for alcohol is far higher than you presume it is.
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[personal profile] untodeath 2021-04-26 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Leaning back onto a hand, she swirls the alcohol ‘round in her own bottle, enticed to follow up with a swig, also. ]

Oh, that? I’d already forgotten.

[ Tongue darting between her lips, she swings a leg to uncross them - but, as William is still relatively close, that requires her to swing UP - and rest an ankle atop his opposite shoulder. ]

You underestimate my ambition!
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[personal profile] dead_serious 2021-04-26 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Williams gaze starts at where her foot has landed on his shoulder and travels down the length of her leg. ]

Oh I am well aware, considering it's been two and a half centuries and I still can't seem to get you to leave me alone.

[ William shifts his shoulder, forcing her leg to slip back too the floor. ]

As I told you earlier, I am not a foot stool.
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[personal profile] untodeath 2021-04-26 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, excellent. So, he definitely isn’t disinterested. And, now she has a knee on either side of him. Win/win. ]

Shall I sit on you, instead?

[ Grabbing another bottle of the rum and coke, conveniently beside her, she holds it out to William with a swivel of the wrist, dancing it in front of him. ]
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[personal profile] dead_serious 2021-04-26 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
Don't ask absurd questions.

[ He ignores the drink Grell's dangling in front of him. Instead a hand is placed heavily on the table right beside her. William leans in, his face coming dangerously close to hers, until he pulls away with his bottle of gin in hand. ]
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[personal profile] untodeath 2021-04-26 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Grell stills, breath catching - and when he pulls away, it takes her a moment before it clicks what's transpired. With an exclamation of disdain, she follows by swinging her weight to sit forward! ]

Oh, that was a dirty trick, playing with a lady’s heart!
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[personal profile] dead_serious 2021-04-26 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ William turns from her, intent on rejoining the others. ]

You are the one who misread my intentions.
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[personal profile] untodeath 2021-04-26 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nevermind that she’d done just about the same to him earlier— wait. She gasps! ]

Was that payback for not kissing you? You are sore about it!

[ Hopping down, she follows behind, hooking a finger into the hem of his shirt as she goes. ]
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[personal profile] dead_serious 2021-04-26 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
The gin was simply behind you. That is all.

[ Who's to know if he's simply in denial. He's not certain anymore, either! ]
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[personal profile] likeits1889 2021-04-26 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
S'just an innocent question, Mister Slingby!

[ he folded his arms over the back of the chair. ]

Truth then... well...

[ He tilted his head. ]

Is there anything I've missed out regarding you two? Looks like there's been quite a bit going on while I was out!
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[personal profile] dead_serious 2021-04-26 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Seems like Mommy and Daddy's arguing has minimised for the moment, as William is stepping back out onto the balcony, his bottle of gin in hand. If Grell is still clinging to the hem of his shirt, he'll bat it away before reclaiming his seat. Ah so they're still being harped on for their secret romance. ]

Yes, if you are planning on forming an official romantic relationship, we will need get the proper paperwork submitted.

[ He's serious. ]
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[personal profile] untodeath 2021-04-26 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Grell ticks her tongue at being batted away, but she’s still entertained by it, if her crooked grin is any indication. ]

Or you could simply dodge any responsibility by maintaining a constant sense of denial.

[ Having hopped back up to sit atop the railing, she crosses her legs with a pointed look at SOMEONE. And then, dismisses it with a sip at her tasty wine cooler. ]
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[personal profile] ochitashinigami 2021-04-27 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah... I mean... just a... [Eric is just sputtering now, but he takes a breath and regains his composure.] I mean, we're on vacation.
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[personal profile] likeits1889 2021-04-30 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Cue a whistle. ]

Just a kiss, eh?

[ Look, Lisa! You can see the exact point where his heart breaks! But Ron's not gonna say anything. He's a good boy. But he is sideyeing Eric. Just a bit. ]

Right! [ And he gets up, heading back to the stash of drinks he'd brought. ]

Anyone need a top-up? I've got most anything you lot could want here. Night's still young'n all!
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[personal profile] dead_serious 2021-04-30 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The air around them all had quickly gone from lighthearted to awkward in the matter of one go around. And William doesn't help that in the slightest. He pointedly looks at Grell, a frown creasing his brow. ]

I am not in denial. [ Then his eyes flick to Alan. ] Because we are not in a relationship.

[ But Eric...oh boy, that icy glare's on you now. ]

And this is not a vacation.

[ Ronald, you've escaped this time! But he's sure to get a glare sometime tonight. ]
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[personal profile] untodeath 2021-04-30 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Grell positively COOS when Alan drops that juicy tidbit— and look at Eric squirm!

Oh, and he thinks that she and Will ought to be married, or some such. That’s enjoyable, as well.

With a wink to William’s glare, Grell takes one more mighty swig before setting the bottle aside, sweeping her hands through her hair, and sitting up pretty and tall!! ]


Well, then, we must make it twice as fun, hmm? Dare.
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[personal profile] ochitashinigami 2021-05-02 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Eric looks back at Will]

I didn't mean it like that.. we're away from home!
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[personal profile] dead_serious 2021-05-18 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ William's icy stare will stay on Eric for a moment more, just to be certain the reprimand was clear to him. Once certain he makes a mildly intrigued glance between Alan and Grell. This could be an interesting dare. He's certain she must have tons of photos of herself, if her social media posts are any indication. ]

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