What Happens in Vegas...
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birthright_rpgJulianna got back to her suite at around midnight, and when she dialed room service she discovered that they stopped delivering at twelve. She did, however, manage to coax the person on the other end of the phone to send up a roast beef sandwich and an order of thick-cut fries. She'd need to eat to offset the effects of those gimlets, that and drink lots of water so she wouldn't be hung over in the morning. Not that she had a class to teach, but she'd had one blinding headache since she'd been in Las Vegas and didn't want another.
She got a bottle of water out of the mini-fridge and uncapped it, then kicked off her shoes and padded into the bathroom. If the kitchen was closing for the night, she'd probably have time to shower before they sent someone up. The Watcher pulled at the contents while testing the temperature of the spray with her other hand, thinking idle thoughts rather than serious ones.
When she was finished, she put on her robe and moved into the sitting room to look for something to watch on the telly. She was tired enough to doze, but not until after she'd eaten. She mindfully drank more water, finishing off a third of the bottle. She was curled up on the couch, her legs folded beneath her, when the knock sounded.
"One moment!"
Julianna checked the peephole out of habit, then opened the door. Her hair was still damp from the shower, her face rosy from the heat of the water. She'd need her billfold so she could give a tip.
The man from room service was in his early thirties, and while he was still wearing his uniform his jacket was unbuttoned and the collar of his shirt was unfastened. His hair was dark and longish, past his ears. Wide shoulders tapered down to narrow hips. Brown eyes. His nametag said 'Nathan'. He was holding a plate in each hand.
"Where do you want it?"
The Watcher almost sighed. And it wasn't even her birthday. It looked like her last night here might not be a bust after all.
"There's a table in front of the telly," she said, stepping aside so he could get past her. The door closed soundlessly. He must have been just getting off his shift. She looked past his shoulder at where the drapes had been drawn. "You must be new," she remarked conversationally. "I've ordered a lot of room service since I've been here, and somehow I've missed seeing you."
"This is my first week," Nathan said, putting one plate down so he could shift the magazines on the table and make room. The television was on, some late news program. "My dad's the night shift manager of the restaurant, he got me the job. Said I have to work my way up."
"It's a good thing I managed to squeak in before you stopped serving food. I didn't want to wait until breakfast to eat." She was eyeing the minibar. Each small bottle cost money, but with the Council covering her expenses until she got her own residence she could justify the expenditure. She had to get something out of this trip besides frustration.
A commercial came on, something for a local pizza chain. Nathan finished his re-arranging, and offered her the slip of paper the bill was printed on. "That'll be, uh, ten-fifty. Not counting the tip."
He'd looked, as if he'd just realized what she was wearing. Julianna's bare feet made soft sounds on the carpet as she went to retrieve her cash. Was he still looking? She got a twenty dollar bill out of her billfold, carried the money out of the bedroom.
"Would you like to stay for a drink, Nathan??" "Uh...me?" "You're the only other one here, love. I'd imagine that with room service closing down for the night, there won't be anymore pesky phone calls to deal with." She kept the eye contact, tilted her head in the direction of the minibar. "I could pour you a whiskey." He had blushed, was fiddling with his open collar. "I kinda have to get back, to help buss the last of the tables."
"Mmm."
Julianna finished off the water, put the cap back on the bottle and tossed it into the wastebasket. She picked up the remote from the arm of the sofa and turned the set off, silencing it. There wasn't much distance between herself and Nathan, and one finger trailed down the side of her neck before plucking at the second button on his shirt. "If you're certain..."
He was looking down at her finger, probably wondering what fantasy he'd wandered into, and his Adam's apple moved when he swallowed. She could feel his body heat at this range. At least this one definitely had a pulse. His eyes had darkened a couple of shades when he looked up again.
"They won't miss me, not at the end of shift." Large hands lifted to start pulling at his wrinkled white jacket, shelling it off as if he were suddenly too hot. Julianna could relate to that.
"I'll pour. Make yourself comfortable." And there were condoms in the loo. A little caution never hurt. This was going to be a very pleasant night.
She got a bottle of water out of the mini-fridge and uncapped it, then kicked off her shoes and padded into the bathroom. If the kitchen was closing for the night, she'd probably have time to shower before they sent someone up. The Watcher pulled at the contents while testing the temperature of the spray with her other hand, thinking idle thoughts rather than serious ones.
When she was finished, she put on her robe and moved into the sitting room to look for something to watch on the telly. She was tired enough to doze, but not until after she'd eaten. She mindfully drank more water, finishing off a third of the bottle. She was curled up on the couch, her legs folded beneath her, when the knock sounded.
"One moment!"
Julianna checked the peephole out of habit, then opened the door. Her hair was still damp from the shower, her face rosy from the heat of the water. She'd need her billfold so she could give a tip.
The man from room service was in his early thirties, and while he was still wearing his uniform his jacket was unbuttoned and the collar of his shirt was unfastened. His hair was dark and longish, past his ears. Wide shoulders tapered down to narrow hips. Brown eyes. His nametag said 'Nathan'. He was holding a plate in each hand.
"Where do you want it?"
The Watcher almost sighed. And it wasn't even her birthday. It looked like her last night here might not be a bust after all.
"There's a table in front of the telly," she said, stepping aside so he could get past her. The door closed soundlessly. He must have been just getting off his shift. She looked past his shoulder at where the drapes had been drawn. "You must be new," she remarked conversationally. "I've ordered a lot of room service since I've been here, and somehow I've missed seeing you."
"This is my first week," Nathan said, putting one plate down so he could shift the magazines on the table and make room. The television was on, some late news program. "My dad's the night shift manager of the restaurant, he got me the job. Said I have to work my way up."
"It's a good thing I managed to squeak in before you stopped serving food. I didn't want to wait until breakfast to eat." She was eyeing the minibar. Each small bottle cost money, but with the Council covering her expenses until she got her own residence she could justify the expenditure. She had to get something out of this trip besides frustration.
A commercial came on, something for a local pizza chain. Nathan finished his re-arranging, and offered her the slip of paper the bill was printed on. "That'll be, uh, ten-fifty. Not counting the tip."
He'd looked, as if he'd just realized what she was wearing. Julianna's bare feet made soft sounds on the carpet as she went to retrieve her cash. Was he still looking? She got a twenty dollar bill out of her billfold, carried the money out of the bedroom.
"Would you like to stay for a drink, Nathan??" "Uh...me?" "You're the only other one here, love. I'd imagine that with room service closing down for the night, there won't be anymore pesky phone calls to deal with." She kept the eye contact, tilted her head in the direction of the minibar. "I could pour you a whiskey." He had blushed, was fiddling with his open collar. "I kinda have to get back, to help buss the last of the tables."
"Mmm."
Julianna finished off the water, put the cap back on the bottle and tossed it into the wastebasket. She picked up the remote from the arm of the sofa and turned the set off, silencing it. There wasn't much distance between herself and Nathan, and one finger trailed down the side of her neck before plucking at the second button on his shirt. "If you're certain..."
He was looking down at her finger, probably wondering what fantasy he'd wandered into, and his Adam's apple moved when he swallowed. She could feel his body heat at this range. At least this one definitely had a pulse. His eyes had darkened a couple of shades when he looked up again.
"They won't miss me, not at the end of shift." Large hands lifted to start pulling at his wrinkled white jacket, shelling it off as if he were suddenly too hot. Julianna could relate to that.
"I'll pour. Make yourself comfortable." And there were condoms in the loo. A little caution never hurt. This was going to be a very pleasant night.