chances blown, nothing's free [finished]
Characters: Riza Wildman, Hamel
Content: Riza tries like hell to get out of giving Hamel a lap dance. It may or may not work. (It probably won't.)
Location: Hamel's suite, Bryant Park Hotel
Time of Day: Immediately after her conversation with Raiko here.
Warnings: Swearing, drama, and Hamel.
That conversation with Raiel never happened. Ever. That much was sure. If Hamel found out about it, things would just get worse for everybody involved. No, Riza was just on her way up here to clear up a little misunderstanding. Just to let Hamel know that there was going to be no lap dance. There was going to be no anything. She had to stay strong in that regard.
But just in case, Naoki's words flashed through her head. "Just walk away and let him figure out that it's all he'll ever get." She still thought it was stone cold, but in a situation like this, stone cold was what she needed. She had long since steeled her face (it was a long elevator ride up) and in theory, she could handle anything that Hamel could throw at her. Hell, in practice, she could handle anything the whole damn city could throw at her. What was one pervert?
Before she even realized it, her feet had taken her to Hamel's door. Without any fear, she knocked loudly.
Content: Riza tries like hell to get out of giving Hamel a lap dance. It may or may not work. (It probably won't.)
Location: Hamel's suite, Bryant Park Hotel
Time of Day: Immediately after her conversation with Raiko here.
Warnings: Swearing, drama, and Hamel.
That conversation with Raiel never happened. Ever. That much was sure. If Hamel found out about it, things would just get worse for everybody involved. No, Riza was just on her way up here to clear up a little misunderstanding. Just to let Hamel know that there was going to be no lap dance. There was going to be no anything. She had to stay strong in that regard.
But just in case, Naoki's words flashed through her head. "Just walk away and let him figure out that it's all he'll ever get." She still thought it was stone cold, but in a situation like this, stone cold was what she needed. She had long since steeled her face (it was a long elevator ride up) and in theory, she could handle anything that Hamel could throw at her. Hell, in practice, she could handle anything the whole damn city could throw at her. What was one pervert?
Before she even realized it, her feet had taken her to Hamel's door. Without any fear, she knocked loudly.