[for helen]

[alaspoorwarrick]

I've got sunshine
On a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside,
I've got the month of May.
I tried romantic gestures. Down on bended knee, diamong ring, the whole deal, for Tina. And you know how that worked out: lawyers, judges, custody hearings for a son no one knows I've got. None of it matters here, except now I'll never see my son at all. Guess I

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[poison_lipstick]

Saffron's dress was red, to fit the holiday, and she was well pleased with how the club had been decorated for the occasion. She'd thought that morning to try and scrounge something from the clothes box or elsewhere in the Compound to get the club looking more in the spirit of Valentine's Day, but when she'd woken to find red satin sheets on her bed she'd gone to check the club and found the island had taken care of decorating it as well

[alaspoorwarrick]

People say redheads shouldn't wear red, but that's 'cos they've never seen Helen and Jessica Rabbit, y'know what I'm saying? I smile, kinda nervous since we haven't actually had a date in...ever, then stop her fingers on my shoulder with a kiss. "Thanks, girl. You know you're rocking that dress."

I nod to the glasses and the champagne. "Pour you a glass?" This song's not as polished yet as the one for Cath, and I got the feeling she'll like it a lot better with a half-glass in her. Just half, since we gotta work. One thing the girl's not is good at holding her liquour.

[poison_lipstick]

"Thank you, sugar, I'm glad you like it," Saffron replied, smiling as she pushed away briefly from the piano to give a slow twirl with her arms extended, like she was putting herself on display. It was one of those dresses that could be worn several different ways, and she had a feeling she'd get a lot of use out of it. And knowing Warrick, she'd also spend a fair amount of time getting taken out of it.

She considered the bottle a moment, then decided there was plenty of time between then and the club opening for her to recover from the effects of a glass of champagne. "Sure, I'd love one."

[alaspoorwarrick]

Pushing up from the bench, I snag the bottle between two fingers, pop the cork, and pour two glasses. When I set it back in the bucket, I realize my fingers are shaking 'cos my heart's beating so hard. I quirk a nervous grin at Helen and hand her a stem.

"To a successful partnership, personal and professional?" I ask, holding out the glass for her to toast.