Thank Truth For The Mini Bar // Summer Lovin' Event // Locked to Yosuke

[flowers_suck]

[As usual, upon stirring from sleep, Olivier reaches for her most trusted companion, the sword passed down from one Armstrong to another for generations, only to wind up with a handful of hair.

She quickly withdraws her hand, puzzled by the occurance.

She always slept on the left side of the bed, just so she could reach for her sword with her

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Oh god

[princeofjunes]

[WUMPH]

[Well that gets him awake - it's not every day he wakes up with a face full of flowers. And for the third time since arriving in Mayfield, he's surprised to find himself in a bed he doesn't belong in. Going from groggy to awake almost instantly, he looks around - what the hell is this place? And why the hell is Olivier-]

[...]

[Holy...]

[He stares just for a moment before her order sinks in, and he forces himself to ignore the fact that she looks damn good as he gets to his feet. Focusing on his girlfriend seems to do the trick in getting his attention off her, and now he's prepared to search]

Wait, the windows and doors don't work?

[flowers_suck]

[She ignores his moments of staring, but scowls nonetheless.]

They don't work for me, but I can't even purchase my own gun, so you might as well try.

[princeofjunes]

[Well he's not about to argue - though it's only now he notices he's in a silly tuxedo. What in the blue hell?!]

[He gives the door a try. Nada. The windows? Same story, and both of them are unarmed. Still, he's got one trick left]

Stand back, sir. I'll give my persona a shot.

[flowers_suck]

[She nods and sits down on the bed, not sure what to expect.]

Go ahead.

[princeofjunes]

[He does it flawlessly, even in a Tuxedo - the crouch, the jumping spin flip, the whole nine yards. Without his daggers he can't slash through the card that appears in midair, but he takes a page from Souji's book and simply grabs it, crushing it in his hand. Susano-o appears, there's a magnificent gale of razor wind by the door... and then nothing. Not even a scratch, and Yosuke can barely believe it]

That... that was my strongest spell...

[flowers_suck]

[Before the words are even out of his mouth, she's dumped everything off the heart-shaped bedside table and heaved it above her head.]

Maybe the glass is a bit weaker than the door.

[She hurls the table at the floor to ceiling windows, but it just makes a dull thud and crashes to the floor. Her shoulders slump as she looks over at Yosuke.]

Has this ever happened before?

[princeofjunes]

[He shakes his head vigorously]

I've been shot, forced to tell the truth and forced to drink milk, but this is the first time I've been trapped in a... what the hell is this place anyway?

[He gives the place a second look and his face pales as he figures it out]

[flowers_suck]

[She really doesn't want to answer that question. She knew what it was from the moment she picked up that stupid heart-shaped table. And she knew exactly what wasn't going to happen, because he was far too young for that.]

It appears to be a hotel room. [She's gesturing to the lidded tray sitting on the table, probably a romantic dinner if she took the, now disheveled, bouquet of roses as a hint.]

[princeofjunes]

They... they can't expect us to-

... what the hell.

I mean, there's nothing wrong with you! You're a beautiful woman! But I have a girlfriend!

[flowers_suck]

[She's laughing as he tries to not sound like an idiot, but she also really hates Mayfield right now. And her gut is telling her that there will be no leaving the room until Mayfield wants them to.]

Don't worry about that, there's quite the age gap, and I'm not looking for that kind of distraction right now.

[She considers another attempt at the window, but sits back down on the bed. She's about to say something, but spots the little refrigerator. She eyes the food tray again wondering if it's safe to eat.]

I once got stuck in a cave during a blizzard with a handful of my subordinates. This can't be any worse than that.

[princeofjunes]

[Yosuke sits with a sigh on the other edge of the bed, wasting no time in taking off the tux jacket and unbuttoning a few buttons to make himself more comfortable. He's not going to spend the next who knows how long feeling like more uncomfortable than he needs to]

A blizzard? What did you do, just wait it out?

[flowers_suck]

[A small smile flickers across her face. She loves retelling this story.]

For the most part, there was an encounter with a bear. Have you ever had bear? It isn't bad when cooked properly, but when it's not...[She trails off and shakes her head, remembering waking up to Miles and Buccaneer facing off against said bear.]

[princeofjunes]

[If there's a part he plays well, it's the part of a captive audience. He goes from surprised to intently interested in a matter of moments, eager for more]

Wait wait wait. You're telling me you fought a bear?

XD

[flowers_suck]

[She grins at that familiar tone, knowing her story has his full attention.]

I'm sure my subordinates could have handled it. Buccaneer does [he just might notice her features darken for a moment when she corrects herself.], did have an automail arm, the particular model he was wearing had diamond tipped claws on it, which came in handy when it was time to slice the thing open. Miles had his guns, he's almost a good a shot as Hawkeye.

But, I hadn't slept in days, and that damn bear's growl echoed off of every nook and cranny in that cave. And my men know when to let me fight. [Her last sentence leaves her to remember they also know when to hold her back from fighting.]

[princeofjunes]

[He does notice, but it's a fact that gets tucked away in the back of his mind. It seems like a sore subject for one reason or other, and the story is too awesome to change the subject to something less pleasant than Olivier fighting a goddamn bear]

So your two men stood back and watched you tear apart a bear. And you're not making this up.

[flowers_suck]

[She is mildly affronted by his disbelief.]

I am a front of the line general, of course they did. They follow me because of my strength and goals. And I wasn't about to lose sleep over a stupid bear. Sleep is a precious commodity for soldiers in Briggs. The sooner it was dead, the sooner I got back to sleep. [Lies, the adrenaline kept her awake for a bit.]

And yes, they stood back and watched me tear it to shreds with my sword. There are some advantages to being the smaller opponent at times.