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

[untodeath]

[ Well, she certainly didn’t expect William to announce their previous activities so openly. She pauses her rummaging to glance over her shoulder at him, looming in the doorway - and he looks rather good, so he’ll get a once-over while she’s at it! ]

You’ve forgotten to mention the massages.

[ Having decided on a wine cooler for herself, anyway, she rejoins him at the door, with no room to spare between them. ]

What can I say, Will? I’m greedy for your love. [ Cue that one Ariana Grande song. ] You aren’t just sore that I didn’t kiss you earlier, are you? [ She's begun to fiddle with the collar of his shirt! ]

[amongthethorns]

[He reached running his fingers through Eric's hair. He didn't like the way that that sounded. Maybe he'd taken offense to the way Alan had shut down the notion of them doing things? It might have to be something they talk about later but that' a private conversation to have.]

Uh - Truth.

[He answered absently but he's distracted. Will and Grell are not helping with that either. Is everyone just acting a bit out sorts tonight? Is it the alcohol? Is it the simple fact that they've left London and the strict structure of the norm behind?]

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric presses Alan's hand.] We don't have to play this game... [Shit, this has the potential to embarrass them both.]

[likeits1889]

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!

[dead_serious]

[ 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. ]

[untodeath]

[ 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. ]

[amongthethorns]

[Ah, well it's Ronald and he can't lie to that face. That'd be just terrible! What kind of example would he be setting? Sure he could let Ronald give him a drink to chug as forfeit but then that's as good as admitting it anyway, right?]

We kissed. [Why yes his face is darkened by a blush before he motioned with his drink.] There is no need for an official anything. It was only a kiss. [His gaze is fixing on William and Grell.] Unlike you two, we're not bickering like an old married couple.

Grell - Truth or Dare?

[ochitashinigami]

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.

[likeits1889]

[ 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!

[dead_serious]

[ 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. ]

[untodeath]

[ 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.

[amongthethorns]

Yes, well.

[He tossed his white wine back then clapped his hands together before moving to sit on the floor. He's about to get drunk and he can't stumble or fall to the floor is he's already there. Sound logic, Humphries.]

Ronnie, be a love and bring me something stronger. Something not frightfully bitter if you please.

[He hummed.] A dare for Grell.. let's see. Oh, I know. I dare you to show us the most unflattering picture you have of yourself. I know there has to be one/i>.

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric looks back at Will]

I didn't mean it like that.. we're away from home!

Will and Grell argument!

[dead_serious]

[ Ah right, the foot massages. His beyond tipsy mind forgot about those. ]

Add in the massage and youve gotten more than enough of my attention for the night.

[ Yet he's still paying plenty of attention to her! He looks down to where she's playing with his shirt. Without her signature heels on, William's quite a bit taller than her. ]

Any kissing will be initiated by me, on my own terms.

[untodeath]

[ Grell has noticed as much, that he has singled her out, to give his full attention.

And, rather than shoot down the idea of kissing, he’s apparently establishing some ground rules?

With a tilt of the head, she bites at an edge of her bottom lip, batting her (GASP makeup-free!) lashes up at him. Her breath carries an overly pleased little croon, almost a giggle. ]

Why, it almost seems that you might be teasing me~❤️ After all, you must know how I’d feel about that.

[dead_serious]

Honestly, you feel the same towards me regardless of how I treat you.

[ He takes her by the wrists, forcing her to move back into the room so he can get past her. It's his turn to rummage through what Ronald has returned with. The rum coke Knox had chosen seems enticing, so he takes up one of those. ]

This is apparently the fate I've been condemned to.

[ Not intending to damage any tables by opening his bottle the way Ronald did, he merely pops the cap off with his fingers. Who needs bottle openers when you're a reaper, anyway. ]

[untodeath]

Oh~❤️ What’s this, you’re manhandling me, now?

[ Giggling as he physically moves her— she stops short, once he walks past. ]

Oh.

[ A huffy sigh, as she plops back to lean against the table, one leg promptly swinging up and over the other, to cross. And she takes a good swig of the cooler. Her facial expression reads as mildly impressed. ]

Well, I’m pleased that you’ve finally allowed yourself some enjoyment, at least.

[dead_serious]

It isn't as though you lot would allow me to sleep early.

[ He's enjoying himself, for the most part, but he'll keep that to himself for as long as the liquor will allow him. If he's ever drinking, it's usually by himself at home, or a quick drink at the local pub before heading home. This is a fairly new experience, especially the game bit. He might actually be open to this more often, if time ever permits it again.

William takes a drink from his bottle as he moves back towards her. It's good, but not nearly as strong as he's used to. He may have to knock it back and grab something with a bit more kick. ]

But your complaints over the way I'm playing this suggested game of yours is doing well to make things less enjoyable.

[untodeath]

[ Grell blinks, trying to think back on what complaints she possibly could have had. Oh, right, bunking with Ronald. Her confusion reverts right back ]

Oh, my darling, that might’ve been a brilliant dare, if not at my expense. I’d never let you go without a fight. You know that.

[ If he’s within range, she might just lean forward to sling an arm over his shoulder! ]

[dead_serious]

Yes, unfortunately you've scared off any potential relationships I could have had.

[ Yet here he is, letting Grell hang from his shoulders! ]

[untodeath]

[ 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.

[dead_serious]

[ 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.

[untodeath]

[ She rests her cheek against that wrist - atop his fingers - and how she smirks! ]

I don’t think that’s necessary.

[dead_serious]

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. ]

[untodeath]

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.