All Work & No Play

[amongthethorns]

[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.]

Comments

[dead_serious]

Are you expecting Knox will bring a lady back from the bar? Because I won't condone that.

[ Could it be that William is oblivious of the feelings Alan and Eric harbor for one another? ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell won’t look at him just yet, as she’s busy flipping through channels - weather, news, slapstick sitcom, no, no, and no — but he will feel her breath fluctuate with a snerk. ]

No, you gorgeous dolt. Eric and Alan.

[ Aha! A romance movie. She hums approvingly, setting down the remote and taking another gulp of tasty wine. ]

I could perhaps understand one glossing over Alan’s affections as respect, but to overlook Eric’s fixation on the other? You’re just as blind with those glasses of yours, my darling.

[ With an affectionate little croon, she taps on the hinge of his glasses ever so lightly! ]

[dead_serious]

[ Immediately, William's hand mores protectively to his glasses. ]

Perhaps I am simply not fixated on gossip and what goes on with our coworkers' personal lives.

[ Though, now that she's brought it to light, Eric is rather clingy over Alan. He frowns at the thought that it was most likely effecting Eric's work productivity. ]

[untodeath]

Oh, I don’t need to rely on gossip, as I can recognize what’s transpired before us.

[ With another content hum, she settles back against his shoulder. ]

Ah, to have a romance unfold in Paris...

[dead_serious]

You've no way of knowing that is what they're up to.

[ Though, they have been taking their time in returning with the drinks. He swirls his wine around. At least they have that. He can blame this decision to have Grell curled up next to him on that, if he needs to. ]

[untodeath]

No, I suppose you’re right. Perhaps I’m merely projecting my desires onto their situation.

[ There’s an arguing couple on the television. They’re exchanging heated words, and the man grasps the woman’s wrist to pull her in close. They stare at one another with such tension! Such longing! Grell sighs wishfully. ]

When it come to matters of love, however, I wouldn’t underestimate a woman’s intuition!

[dead_serious]

It is a walk to a liquor store. That is hardly romantic.

[ He may not have this intuition Grell claims to possess. But he's certain this scene on the telly is appealing to her desires for the evening far too accurately. The remote is snatched from her hand and he begins flipping through the channels, once more. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell’s about to explain— until he does as much. With an affronted gasp, she picks herself up to give him a properly offended look. ]

Now, what did you do that for?

[dead_serious]

I don't need you getting ideas.

[ Though, it seems everything is unappealing to him, as he's barely staying on a channel a few seconds before flicking to the next. At least until the channel numbers reach high enough to enter a certain risque category. The imagery on the screen takes him off guard and he pauses to process before hurriedly entering a safer channel number with the remote. ]

[untodeath]

[ With a roll of the eyes, she plops right back into place while knocking back some wine.

What William stops on, however, leave her dribbling back into her glass with the grandest snerk of them all! ]

Ideas, indeed! [ Her exclamation comes, as she’s wiping excess wine off her lip. ]

[dead_serious]

That was not intentional!

[ He gives her a good elbow to the side to emphasise his claim, but it probably doesn't help much. ]

Honestly, I was of the assumption those channels where restricted without payment. You didn't spend unauthorised money on them, did you?

[untodeath]

[ Grell gives something between a yelp and a gasp, as her wine sloshes over. Thankfully, it just lands on her leg, and not the comforter! ]

Now, Will, what opportunity would I have had to do such a thing?

[ She wipes away the wine with her fingertips, and a playful tutting of the tongue. ]

Things are a bit different here, is all. They’re not nearly so prude. [ And with that, she’s licking said fingertips clean with a wink! ]

[dead_serious]

Be careful with your wine.

[ Not his fault, nope. ]

That being the case, or not, I doubt any parents would want their children stumbling upon those channels as I just did.

[untodeath]

[ Grell rolls her eyes, though clearly amused! ]

Children watching at this time of night? Not likely.

[dead_serious]

Regardless, we will not be watching anything of that sort either.

[ Finally, he returns to his drink, realising he needs the distraction. At this point he's about set to put on the weather. ]

[untodeath]

[ By now, Grell is reaching for the bottle, so that she may pour her second glass. ]

Well, I would prefer to do something together, for I fear that I’m becoming bored.

[ Once she’s taken another healthy gulp, she props her chin on his shoulder with an expectant bat of the lashes. ]

Have you found anything else of interest?

[dead_serious]

[ Not wanting to flip through all those channels again, just to have the same issue, William finds the guide button and scrolls through the listing of what's currently on, and what's on next. Far past those naughty channels are the premium movie ones. Not knowing much about modern film - or perhaps too sick of watching cinematic records to bother seeing a movie in theatres - William is at a loss of what might be good. ]

Pick one of these, then.

[untodeath]

Oh, the pay-per-view channels~.

[ Shining him a big, pointy-toothed grin, she can’t help but be amused that he would resort to these after scolding her for supposedly purchasing channels! ]

Alright then, let’s see...

[ Temporarily shifting her glass to her snuggle-arm, she repositions her glasses upon her nose to properly read their choices. ]

Scroll down a bit? ... Oh, I’m impressed by the assortment, I must say! Now, let’s see, wh— oh. OH, that one! Edge. It’s quite good— labeled a psychological horror, but it’s quite gory, as well. Positively thrilling.

[dead_serious]

[ Seemingly unsurprised by her choice, once he gets the brief description, he selects it, agreeing to the terms of purchase with the press of a button. The remote is then discarded to the bedside table. There's a few minutes of advertisements to sit through until the next showing of the film starts, so William spends it fussing about with the bedding until he's made himself comfortable enough. He's certain Grell will be hopping about during this type of film, so he may as well enjoy some relaxation before the film gets to the really gruesome bits. ]

[untodeath]

[ In doing so, he nudged Grell enough that she leans to sit forward, giving him a bemused look. Eventually, she sighs, resorting to a looong sip of wine while he works himself out.

Finally, once he seems to have settled, she fwumps back against him, wiggling back up against him and nuzzling her head into place. ]

About time, my darling. The movie is about to start.

[dead_serious]

[ Though now that she's 'fwumped' against him, he's finding his arm is sufficiently trapped. It's dangerous territory putting his arm around her, but he makes certain it's resting on the pillow above her head and not on her shoulder. It's also dangerous territory to turn off the lights. But the glare on the screen is a bit distracting. So as not to have to make himself comfortable a second time, William summons his scythe. It quickly zoom in front of Grell, flipping off the switch before retracting and poofing back out of existence again. ]