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Hotel Bogota Regency
Carrera 7ª. No. 127A - 21 Bogotá, Colombia
*They've gone through customs--fake IDs were also in the folders, of course--and disembark from the shuttle at their hotel, which is SHINY*
Jerry Lovett:: Lifts up glasses:: Ok, not bad.
Anabella Lovett: ::looks at the building too, but it's a little too shiny to look at for long:: Jerry Lovett: Let's just go in there and get started.
Anabella Lovett:::nods::
Carlos Sanchez: You two have the honeymoon suite...I'm in a room down the hall from you.
Jerry Lovett: The honeymoon suite?
Anabella Lovett: ::closes her eyes and shifts a little::
Carlos Sanchez: Well, not *the* honeymoon suite. But a suite. *eyeroll* It has a couch, in addition to a bed. I'm sure you can work out sleeping arrangements.
Jerry Lovett: Got some news for you...our marriage is on the rocks. Isn't that right "honey?"
Anabella Lovett: ::raises an eyebrow at him and speaks half facetiously and half in character:: I can't remember the last time you called me that.
Jerry Lovett: I can't remember the last time for a lot of things...thankfully.
Anabella Lovett: That sentiment is returned.
Carlos Sanchez: You guys are...good.
Jerry Lovett: By the way...you get a chance to call your little boy toy before we flew off?
Anabella Lovett: ::glares at him:: You called your other woman before we left. I decided only one of us should break the vows on any given day. That way the past ten years weren't a complete waste.
Jerry Lovett: Says you, little miss let's do the dot.com...and oh, Jerry, it's only a little slump.
*this is as they're getting to their rooms*
Anabella Lovett: ::raises an eyebrow:: I'm not getting into this with you right now.
Jerry Lovett: Yeah, well...this better pay off, Sanchez....god knows, divorces don’t come cheap.
Anabella Lovett: If you want the damn house, just tell me. God knows I don't want the place where your aunt died.
Jerry Lovett: Well, after we pay all of your credit card bills, *sweetheart*, I'm not sure there'll be a house.
Carlos Sanchez:*chimes in* Jerry, my man...as long as you can keep your wife out of the bar long enough....
Jerry Lovett: Think you can manage that, darling?
Anabella Lovett: ::looks at Carlos Sanchez, mouth open as if insulted, then back to “Jerry”:: Think you can keep your hands off of the red-heads who work there?
Jerry Lovett: Oh, I can...all I have to do is think of you...and I’m suddenly celibate,
Anabella Lovett: You think I -wanted- to spend those nights with you? Why do you think I have another man?
Jerry Lovett: I was mildly curious...I mean, it certainly can't be for the -as you put it - ::airquotes:: ess-eee-ecks!
Carlos Sanchez:*coughs* Yeah...okay...you guys are, uh, getting a little loud.
Anabella Lovett: ::looks at Carlos Sanchez:: You try living with him. ::goes into the bathroom and slams the door::
Jerry Lovett: I'm sure he'd give better head!
Anabella Lovett: Probably because he might try!
Jerry Lovett: That's what I MEANT!
Anabella Lovett: ::looks out:: Well, I'm glad I don't have to worry about you asking for any while we're here, then.
Carlos Sanchez:*awkwardly wondering if they're *not* faking the argument*....I'm...just...going...to....go...I'll, um, brief you later…*nearly runs out*
Jerry Lovett: You don't have to worry about that ever again....I can just stick it in the freezer - IT"S THE SAME DAMN THING!
Anabella Lovett: The freezer doesn't have the same bite. ::smirks and shuts the door again::
Summary
Mike and Caro - or "Jerry" and "Anabella" are in-character and scaring "Carlos"
Hotel Bogota Regency
Carrera 7ª. No. 127A - 21 Bogotá, Colombia
*They've gone through customs--fake IDs were also in the folders, of course--and disembark from the shuttle at their hotel, which is SHINY*
Jerry Lovett:: Lifts up glasses:: Ok, not bad.
Anabella Lovett: ::looks at the building too, but it's a little too shiny to look at for long:: Jerry Lovett: Let's just go in there and get started.
Anabella Lovett:::nods::
Carlos Sanchez: You two have the honeymoon suite...I'm in a room down the hall from you.
Jerry Lovett: The honeymoon suite?
Anabella Lovett: ::closes her eyes and shifts a little::
Carlos Sanchez: Well, not *the* honeymoon suite. But a suite. *eyeroll* It has a couch, in addition to a bed. I'm sure you can work out sleeping arrangements.
Jerry Lovett: Got some news for you...our marriage is on the rocks. Isn't that right "honey?"
Anabella Lovett: ::raises an eyebrow at him and speaks half facetiously and half in character:: I can't remember the last time you called me that.
Jerry Lovett: I can't remember the last time for a lot of things...thankfully.
Anabella Lovett: That sentiment is returned.
Carlos Sanchez: You guys are...good.
Jerry Lovett: By the way...you get a chance to call your little boy toy before we flew off?
Anabella Lovett: ::glares at him:: You called your other woman before we left. I decided only one of us should break the vows on any given day. That way the past ten years weren't a complete waste.
Jerry Lovett: Says you, little miss let's do the dot.com...and oh, Jerry, it's only a little slump.
*this is as they're getting to their rooms*
Anabella Lovett: ::raises an eyebrow:: I'm not getting into this with you right now.
Jerry Lovett: Yeah, well...this better pay off, Sanchez....god knows, divorces don’t come cheap.
Anabella Lovett: If you want the damn house, just tell me. God knows I don't want the place where your aunt died.
Jerry Lovett: Well, after we pay all of your credit card bills, *sweetheart*, I'm not sure there'll be a house.
Carlos Sanchez:*chimes in* Jerry, my man...as long as you can keep your wife out of the bar long enough....
Jerry Lovett: Think you can manage that, darling?
Anabella Lovett: ::looks at Carlos Sanchez, mouth open as if insulted, then back to “Jerry”:: Think you can keep your hands off of the red-heads who work there?
Jerry Lovett: Oh, I can...all I have to do is think of you...and I’m suddenly celibate,
Anabella Lovett: You think I -wanted- to spend those nights with you? Why do you think I have another man?
Jerry Lovett: I was mildly curious...I mean, it certainly can't be for the -as you put it - ::airquotes:: ess-eee-ecks!
Carlos Sanchez:*coughs* Yeah...okay...you guys are, uh, getting a little loud.
Anabella Lovett: ::looks at Carlos Sanchez:: You try living with him. ::goes into the bathroom and slams the door::
Jerry Lovett: I'm sure he'd give better head!
Anabella Lovett: Probably because he might try!
Jerry Lovett: That's what I MEANT!
Anabella Lovett: ::looks out:: Well, I'm glad I don't have to worry about you asking for any while we're here, then.
Carlos Sanchez:*awkwardly wondering if they're *not* faking the argument*....I'm...just...going...to....go...I'll, um, brief you later…*nearly runs out*
Jerry Lovett: You don't have to worry about that ever again....I can just stick it in the freezer - IT"S THE SAME DAMN THING!
Anabella Lovett: The freezer doesn't have the same bite. ::smirks and shuts the door again::
Summary
Mike and Caro - or "Jerry" and "Anabella" are in-character and scaring "Carlos"