Erik raised an eyebrow. [b "This would fall under the category of 'irresponsible', would it not?"] he challenged, crossing his rams over his chest in a show of defiance.
The volume on the tv in Tristan's room went up until they could hear it through the walls. The boy was far from subtle. [b "I think he might be on to us,"] he spared a glance at the pale yellow wall as though he could see Tristan plugging his ears to drown out any...noises.
Erik drew the covers on the bed back. The part of his brain craving for sleep couldn't help but note how soft and inviting the mattress looked. The other half, however, was overpowering the logic. After all, he always did sleep better after physical exertion in any form.
Reaching for another mini bottle of whisky, he cracked the tin lid and downed the burning liquid. [b "Another night cap?"] he offered the last bottle to her.
This would be the death of her, it really would. There was always a shadow but there was a great release in many ways, it was the most normal she had felt for years. Wrapping herself in a towel she finished her hair mostly aiming to get the rest of the hairspray out.
"That won't be necessary, I'm sure we can come up with some arrangement tonight," Kenna smirked. Two nights of this irresponsible fun for tomorrow was going to be bleaker, that was the thought at least.
Somewhere the thought emerged that she should at least check on Jamie but was dismissed.
The woman would be the death of him, he could already tell. Moving back so they were both getting hit by the water, he let his hands rest on her waist. [b "If you wouldn't mind, I'd rather not think of your target at this moment."]
This was going to do absolutely nothing to help his focus. However, distractions in the form of her being naked with him in a shower were hard to turn down. He couldn't even blame it on her empath influence.
Even when all was said and done and he was wrapping himself in a thick hotel robe, he wasn't bothered to feel the least bit regretful. [b "Should I clear off the spare bed?"] he threw the question casually over his shoulder.
Kenna easily stripped out of the reminder of her clothes. Mixing business with pleasure was something he wouldn't do. Yet she knew it was still in his head and she still wanted more.
[b "That'd be very nice,"] Kenna said stepping towards him and placed her hands on his chest. [b "This mission has been a lot of fun, though...It should be fun to see what happens to my target."]
It was usually a gamble but she was sure tonight would have been enough to get what they wanted.
Erik turned to her, mildly surprised. As far as he knew, she hadn't planned on anything further happening with them after the previous night. That being said, he was not going to say no to a woman willing to step into a shower with him. [b "By all means,"] he spoke, calm, cool, and collected.
He shed his own clothing as steam built up, fogging the mirror. Shame was out the window. They'd already seen each other naked once before. Little late for shyness.
Erik drew back the curtain and stepped inside under the hot stream of water, feeling his muscles relaxing under the heat. [b "I might even be nice and let you get some of the hot water,"] he taunted.
Kenna looked between the clothes that would easily swallow her and the sweats was another story. Finally she looked towards the door finally freeing her hair the dress half off.
"Actually, I think that I'd rather join you. After that dancing and how you've nearly been hovering all while I'm working," Kenna smirked, slipping out of the dress completely and thankfullly.
For once it was nice not to pretend.
He looked to the door separating his room from theirs. They'd been booked in attached rooms, probably to avoid drawing suspicion of going into each others rooms to share information. [b "Be my guest. Though, you may find your friend in a compromising position, like curled into the fetal position while crying in his pillow."]
Erik gestured to the bag. [b "There's sweatpants and t-shirts in there if you want to just borrow them. I have to shower, so you'll be left to change in peace. I'm a gentleman, if nothing else."]
Downing his scotch, he rose from the chair to collect one of the pairs of sweatpants. [b "Choice is yours. The door is unlocked,"] he glances once more at the entrance to her own room before ducking into the bathroom and starting the shower.
[b "Painful,"] Kenna answered simply and truthfully. Watching him with her own drink. Placing the drink down she slipped off the heels and started on the zipper before remembering she didn't have any clothes in here. [b "I'm going to need to go back in there and get some clothes."]
She said outloud before attempting to zip it back off, already she worked on the bobby pins from her hair. He looked so at ease here and doing this, she wondered if that was apart of his life.
Erik was pleasantly surprised that the mini bar was stocked with high-end liquor instead of cheap vodka and gin. [b "Fancy hotel, fancy drinks,"] he pulled two small bottles of scotch and tossed one in her direction.
It was barely two ounces of liquid, but it had a nice burn to it. Erik lifted the glass bottle to toast. [b "A successful first day on this godforsaken mission,"] he said.
His room also had two queen beds, but he'd thrown his bags on the spare one to go through and make sure everything was accounted for. He'd taken up a spot at the small writing desk by the window, being cast in an orange glow from the lamp. [b "How do you like mission work so far?"]
Kenna didn't have an answer, yet these people were terrible people. They thought they were good and maybe if the thinking was reversed, it could go better.
[b "I don't know. He doesn't seem keen on physical contact or those actions,"] she noted. He had mentioned he would make a bad lover before but hadn't asked about that.
Despite the three drinks she had there wasn't even the smallest of of a buzz. She followed after him making a note to check on him a little later. [b "That does sound good."]
The curly-haired man nodded, feeling sick to his stomach after the handful of drinks he'd consumed rapidly in a failed attempt to be comfortable with the woman's close presence. [i "I'm fine. I'm gonna take Erik's advice and go to bed early. You guys do whatever, I'm alright by myself."]
He left them standing in the hallway to the hotel room, but the sounds of his retching in the bathroom toilet could be heard through the door. [b "He's not one for affection, is he?"] Erik had never personally witnessed a man be repulsed by contact with a woman. [b "Does he prefer men, then?"] the remark is joking.
Pulling the key to his own room out, he motioned for her to join him. [b "We have Charles' credit card paying for this. Why don't we make use of the mini bar?"]
[b "Where's the fun in that? I'm happy bouncing back and forth,"] Kenna couldn't help but grin back. It would be easy to shape someone like her with the right work, but she had only a few triggers.
Kenna nodded playing that role grabbing Tristan. With some practice she opened the door once they were upstairs and opened it.
[b "Good...they didn't follow anymore. These people are paranoid,"] Kenna muttered knowing she felt someone watching them. [b "Are you good tonight, Tristan?"]
[b "We'll make a villain out of you yet,"] Erik tried keeping a straight face, only to fail as a grin appeared.
[i "Guys, hey,"] Tristan stumbled up to them, lipstick smeared on his jaw. [i "Please, help. She wants to go up to my room. I don't want that. I don't know how to get her to go away. The woman has grabbed my ass six times in the last five minutes!"] he tried to keep his voice down. [i "I want no part of me being naked near her."]
Erik fought the urge to roll his eyes, lest he look like an irritated boss being pestered by his employee. Actually, that was almost exactly what it was like. [b "We will continue this upstairs,"] he muttered to Kenna before letting his hands drop to his sides.
Facing Tristan, he stepped closer. [b "You're going to fall, and pretend like you've passed out."]
[i "What?"] Tristan barely got the word out before Erik subtly tripped him.
Thankfully, the kid followed directions. His eyes fell shut and Erik announced for everyone to step back. [b "He hasn't been feeling well, poor lad. I'd best get him to his room before he gets sick everywhere."]
[i "I can take him,"] the flirty woman sidled up close to them, having seen him fall.
[b "No no, he's my responsibility. Going to have to fill out paperwork about this, I'm afraid. Company policy, and all,"] Erik hefted Tristan over his shoulder. [b "Let's get him upstairs to rest,"] he looked to Kenna to going along with it.
"If you are asking will I keep your grumpy ass company tonight. Yes, yes I will," Kenna answered cocking her head to the right. At least Jamie was having fun and as wise as it would be, guys like him just wasn't what she was looking for. Of course, she had no interest in settling down.
"He was too easy. Hopefully the next one will be more interesting. That head guy...he'd be fun," she looked towards the small group. This time there was that impish gleam in her eyes. To her it was games, to see what she could do on people she didn't like.
Erik snorted. [b "If by 'the best sort of guy here', you mean 'a guy with two left feet',"] he replied, watching the man tripping over his own feet as he tried to keep time.
Her joke about avoiding a fight so far made a smirk appear on his face. [b "It's early in the evening, yet. We could still have an absolute meltdown of an argument that'll blow everything up in our faces."]
Their target was still engaging in debates with his colleagues, but so far there had been no indication that a physical fight would break out. They wouldn't need that added to their list. They just needed him to stir the pot enough to help them get what they needed.
[b "You're sure you want to room with that?"] he drew her attention back to Tristan, trotting on his dance partner's feet as he attempted to twirl her.
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