If you wander into the Conrad Hotel's basement and walk the hallways you'll hear the faint strain of music. Go ahead and follow the sound...It will lead you towards the common room
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Nate's restless. And bored. And wandering the halls barefoot in pajama bottoms and one of the white T-shirts he's modified to make room for his wings, trying to decide whether he should grab some coffee and put on a movie, or take some sleeping pills and go to sleep like a normal person. Someone else went all night without sleeping too, for no real reason other than that he couldn't.
This train of thought is derailed when he hears music, and follows it until he reaches the common room. And then he's left standing in the common room door, frowning a little at Mat's girlfr- Rose. Rose is her name.
Because he's a big, tough angel (or so he likes to think). She's not, and therefore, she should be sleeping at a time like this. Not... randomly dancing. With alcohol. Or something.
"I'm dancing, and will subsequently probably get drunk, then I will continue to dance until I'm exhausted and then I'll take a shower and have a cup of coffee. Probably. Maybe. Unless something better comes along, I suppose."
The smiles she offers him is cheeky, and she holds out her hand invitingly.
"You're welcome to join me. Some exercise should help you sleep and the best way to do that is to dance."
One of the things about not sleeping is that you get used to wandering streets and hallways on your own, taking in the sheer emptiness of the world without human activity. And then, when something disturbs that emptiness, you catch on pretty quickly.
So Jack follows the sounds of not-silence over to the common room, and...
"...huh," he decides, after a moment. "People always have parties without inviting me. Is it the shirt?"
Jack grins. "Never let it be said I'll pass up the opportunity to dance with a pretty lady," he says, strolling it. "At the very least, I have a--are you high?"
Whatever he'd been about to say is cut off as he sees her eyes, and the last three words are delivered in the same tone of voice one uses to ask What do you mean the brake light's out again? and Good lord, will these torpedoes ever work? God help Chicago's dealers if he finds out that she is.
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This train of thought is derailed when he hears music, and follows it until he reaches the common room. And then he's left standing in the common room door, frowning a little at Mat's girlfr- Rose. Rose is her name.
"Rose?"
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"Hullo Nate!"
There is far, far too much cheerfulness in a voice that should be exhausted.
She hops off the table lightly (in heels! How does she do that?!) and dances her way over to him, stopping about three feet away, still moving.
"What're you still doing up?"
Right, you're one to talk missy.
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Because he's a big, tough angel (or so he likes to think). She's not, and therefore, she should be sleeping at a time like this. Not... randomly dancing. With alcohol. Or something.
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The smiles she offers him is cheeky, and she holds out her hand invitingly.
"You're welcome to join me. Some exercise should help you sleep and the best way to do that is to dance."
Yes, she really does believe that.
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So Jack follows the sounds of not-silence over to the common room, and...
"...huh," he decides, after a moment. "People always have parties without inviting me. Is it the shirt?"
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"No, its the fact I can never find you. C'mere and dance with me. Please?"
Rose's voice is very cheerful, her cheeks are flushes, and her eyes are almost feverbright as she hold out a hand in invitation.
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Whatever he'd been about to say is cut off as he sees her eyes, and the last three words are delivered in the same tone of voice one uses to ask What do you mean the brake light's out again? and Good lord, will these torpedoes ever work? God help Chicago's dealers if he finds out that she is.
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"Am I what?" she demands incredulously, "No I am not high, Jack! What makes you think I'd touch weed? I don't smoke, you know that!"
She points to the cooler, "A little drunk maybe," she continues, "but not high."
Rose is, of course, conveniently forgetting the bottle of pills in her room. Shhh.
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