Checking in (RP with isabelowens)

[agentsullivan]

Alicia licked the chocolate off her fingers, leftover from half the packet of chocolate biscuits she'd just devoured and picked up her phone. She pulled Izzy up on speed dial and padded out onto her balcony. She smiled when there was an answer. "Hey, sweetness! Have you killed each other yet?"

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[isabelowens]

"No, but I'm pretty fucking close to just shoving his smirking ass off the balcony. Think Pierce would believe me if I said it had happened in the line of duty?"

Iz sighed heavily, and dropped down onto the ridiculously large bed. It had shiny bed covers and she was only a little disappointed there was no mirror on the ceiling.

"What's happening on your end?"

[agentsullivan]

"I'm bored and I'm gorging. Meaning, you have tell me what he's done this time to get you so riled. How was the flight? No Mile High action?" Alicia asked, picking up the cigarettes she left on the window sill as standard.

[isabelowens]

"No mile high action," Iz replied with a frustrated grown. "And I have to share this bed with an idiot who thinks me wearing an engagement ring is some huge massive joke. He sniggered, Ali. Sniggered when he put it on me. Bastard's been waiting to make jokes all day."

She shifted on the bed, and tried to ignore the sound of him laughing at something he was watching out in the main room. "And the flight was all business. You know what we both get like when we have a case to worry about. You really that bored that you want to know all about this?"

[agentsullivan]

"No, honey. I'm fishing for info on how you're really feeling. You have that tone in your voice. I can see how the ring would be a touchy subject, but he's male. We mustn't ever forget that. The appendage between the legs fucks with the gravity in the brain, remember. And the gravity in the brain is filled with Campbell blood. Two strikes." She lit up and blew the smoke out quickly. "Is it the ring that's bothering you, or the fact you have to pretend to be engaged to him?"

[isabelowens]

Iz huffed out a breath. "I hate that you know I have that tone of voice. It bothers me that he thinks it's a fucking joke. I promised myself the next time I had a ring on my finger it would be for the last time, and the real time." She cleared her throat. "And it's really not that hard to pretend to be engaged to him... It's just the ring."

[agentsullivan]

"Well, if your bestie can't know, who can? Think of it this way, sweetie. It's probably not even a real diamond. Or even real gold. And in all honesty, if Jimbo was intending to propose to someone, I think he'd be right up there with Mark in those stakes... the fucking bastard," Ali added in a grumble.

[isabelowens]

"Did Mark do anything? Should I be asking you if you're okay?" Iz looked at the bling on her finger. "Pretty sure it is fake. I'm not fussed about that. Diamonds were never my thing."

[agentsullivan]

"What do you prefer? I'm a diamond girl and The Wanker knew that." Ali sighed. "He asked me at the party that if he wasn't married, could we give it another go."

[isabelowens]

"I don't know what I prefer, I think that's half the problem. I see a diamond now and I just have a panic attack." Iz didn't really know what to say. She hadn't exactly known either Campbell, or even Ali back then. "What a prick."

[agentsullivan]

"I know, right?" Ali faltered. "Fuck him! I wanted to say yes. They're like a disease, you know? Mono. You never quite get over it."

[isabelowens]

"Jesus... You think he's really considering it? You and him, I mean? Could be why Campbell was picking up such a funky vibe from Mark and Whatsherface." She crinkled her nose. "Think there's a patch of some kind?"

[agentsullivan]

"I think we need to book ourselves in for a week of rehab at Atlantic City when you get back. It shits me. He's married. He wanted to be married and he got it. He can have his arsecake and eat her too."

[isabelowens]

"Can we go somewhere without casinos and shiny gambling things? I thought I'd like Vegas, but it's getting on my nerves. Work's only good for so much distraction." She fell silent while she debated saying something. "Well, I mean... I guess he wanted to be married to you. Maybe his arsecake wasn't the great rebound he'd planned."

[agentsullivan]

"Sure. We could go to LA or something. Disneyland? Go and make love to the Big Mouse rather than thinking about doing it with the Big Arseholes."

Ali stubbed out her cigarette. "So, how are you really feeling. Rings and Little White Chapels of Love aside."

[isabelowens]

"Ooh, Disneyland! I love the rides there. The Big Assholes can go fuck themselves or whatever asscake they find."

"Like I need a cigarrete, but Candi's not a smoker and I don't feel like sharing one with Campbell right now. Candi's also a vegetarian so I can't even eat a freaking burger for the next week. So honestly? I'm fucking horny and ready to start climbing up the walls. Sharing the bed with Campbell is going to be so much fucking fun tonight."

[agentsullivan]

"Me too. We can go on them until we puke and forget all about men. I say it's a date!"

Ali licked her lips, glacing down below at an ambulance going up her street with its sirens blaring. "You could drop a sedative into his drink and have your wicked way with him. He won't know the difference. He'll just think he had a wet dream. A very excellent wet dream. Have you given anymore thought to just telling him how you feel?"