More like... Lisa/evil/!
How could this happen to meeee?! (Again)
This is a rather high-class bar, you won't find bums or people down on their luck, mostly stressed out business men or socialites being loud at a booth. The theme is rather modern, some small statues, randomly twisted pieces of metal that say things like "Little Girl Playing With A Ball", some Picasos on the wall, and some glowing neon below most of the drinks behind the bar. Leonardo is just wearing a black suit and tie, wearing his suit jacket open after a long day. He's sipping something red in a wine glass, he usually is.
A woman stands behind him, studying that fair hair with a slow, calculating smile. Without greeting, she appears behind Leonardo, and her hand brushes against the nape of his neck in slow teasing, a flirtatious 'hello'. And Lisabeth, we remind, is /very/ good at flirtatious. Or at the physical effects of it, anyway. Leonardo most certainly feels that, all the way up and all the way... down.
Leonardo almost shivers at the sudden brush, then looks back, spotting Lisabeth. "Wait, what..." he says in sudden surprise. He felt something /down/, that's the first time in weeks. "Sorry, distracted. How are you?" he asks with a friendly smile, holding a finger up to the bartender. "Anything she orders is on me."
Lisabeth lifts her brows, the arch of them pretty and eloquent as she moves in to lean back against the bar next to him. "Goodness," she murmurs. "Feeling rather generous, are we?"
"Well, I am the president of a multi-million dollar corporation now." Leonardo says rather casually, though she'd know more than anyone that it's not the /only/ reason he's feeling generous. "So, what have you been up to these past few weeks?"
Lisabeth knows. Oh yes. Her smile even looks a little smug as she lets her gaze wander across him, downward... "I keep myself busy," she murmurs vaguely. "You?"
"The same, far too much work, but when I'm all caught up, done with lay-offs, and have properly educated the company on where we're headed, it'll be a lot less stressful." Leonardo explains, sounding rather proud of himself, despite the stress he deals with lately. "What are you busy with?"
"Lay-offs?" Lisabeth wonders. She spins to face the bar, letting her hip brush against Leo as she does. There's that shooting stretch of /pleasure/, darting down, out, sending fire through his nerves. "How many? -- Cosmopolitan, please."
The barkeep complies, quickly making her drink and delicately sitting it in front of her. Leonardo bites his bottom lip, leaning forward for a moment, but quickly sitting back up to keep his composure. "Oh, yes, the lay-offs. My father has kept far too many people around, many redundant hires, entire departments we no longer need or haven't made us any money in decades. I'm getting rid of it all."
Lisabeth keeps her gaze fixed on Leo's, smiling and sweet. "I see. I'm sure your employees simply love you for that," she purrs.
"I'm hiring fresh young people, ones with innovative ideas just out of college, and I'm taking some experienced people from smaller companies whose talents are simply being wasted." Leonardo simply laughs, staring at her with a confident grin. "I could care less what my employees think, if they're not making me any money."
"Goodness," Lisabeth murmurs as she turns to scoop up her martini glass. "So thoughtful. Do you tell your employees this?"
"Of course not." Leonardo answers, sipping his drink as he holds the thin handle casually inbetween his middle fingers. "As far as they know, I'm taking this company into the future. They can't argue with that, well, the ones who would are likely unemployed right now anyway."
"Do you know, Mr. Maxwell," Lisabeth observes quietly, her eyes keen and bright on Leonardo. "I think I may have underestimated you."
Leonardo laughs, highly amused at her observation. "Most people don't know I have a business degree." he offers, because that explains everything!
"It wasn't your business degree I was referring to," Lisabeth answers with a conspiratorial smile. "Tell me, Leonardo." Her voice is low, caressing the curves of his name. "Is there anything you /wouldn't/ doo, to get what you want?"
"Anything I wouldn't do?" Leonardo actually stops to give that some serious thought, hmming, then smiling. "Well, I suppose I wouldn't have sex with a man. I also wouldn't harm a child, at least not directly. Harming them by proxy of lay-offs doesn't count."
"Really?" Lisabeth lifts her head, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "You wouldn't sleep with a man? Even if it would get you something you /really/ wanted?"
"It really depends, it'd have to be something really big." Leonardo says with a casual shrug, idly staring down into his glass. "But I have nearly everything I want, or at least what I've been needing to get what I want."
"Emma Frost?" Lizzie asks abruptly, her voice flattening into an unreadable tone.
Leonardo laughs and shakes his head. "Don't get me wrong, I desperately want Ms. Frost, and she was a huge motivation for me taking the company, but there's something else I want."
"Oh?" Lisabeth leans toward Leonardo, just slightly. "What's that?"
"Secret, though I may have told you while drunk." Leonardo laughs, not risking it if he hasn't already said it, he just takes another sip.
"Are you saying you're not drunk now?" Lisabeth teases, leaning in to brush light fingers across Leo's cheek. A rush of dizzyness clouds his head.
"Well, maybe a bit..." Leonardo snickers, his sips growing larger with the rush of dizziness. "I should call a driver, unless of course, well, maybe you could drive me home?"
Lisabeth's brows raise slightly as she sways toward Leonardo. "You'd like me to drive you home?" she wonders. "Why?"
"I don't drive drunk." Leonardo points out, but then he looks her over, and simply shakes his head. "No, nevermind, I'll take a taxi."
Lisabeth leans back sharply, her gaze narrowing on Leonardo. "You do that," she murmurs, lifting her hand to let it skim over his. And just like that, Leo's libido cools. It dies, in fact, entirely, as incapable of rising again as it was before. And for a nasty little measure, Lisabeth sets a urinary tract infection to brewing. Give it a day or two. That'll be /lots/ of fun.
Leonardo hunches down over his glass, his entire mood just appearing to die with a mixture of his intoxication and dead libido. "I think I'll buy some alcohol to take home with me, I've been dry lately..." he says in a rather low tone, laughing briefly at some random thought, then going quiet again.
"Perhaps you should stay dry," Lisabeth suggests in response, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"I feel a lot better when I'm not, especially lately, since I feel like far less of a man with Emma." Leonardo adds, sounding quite depressed as the intoxication goes on. "I think my sister is angry at me, even though I gave her a nice position in the company."
"I see." It's a neutral pair of words, neither encouraging nor discouraging.
"Tell me something..." Leonardo looks over at her after ordering another drink. "Why is it that for everything that goes right, a lot of other stuff goes wrong?"
"Perhaps you've angered the universe," Lisabeth suggests lightly. "What's gone wrong for you, Leonardo?"
"I can't tell you that, you'll laugh." Leonardo says with a mixture of shame and embarrassment, hiding his face behind a long gulp of liquid.
Lisabeth says, "Of course you can," Lisabeth assures. "You're drunk, Mr. Maxwell. You can tell me whatever you like."
"I guess so..." Leonardo leans in, definitely not wanting the world to hear. "Emma finally wants me, but I haven't been able to get it up. Well, it came up when you touched my neck, but now it's gone again..."
Lisabeth leans in as well, and the light touch of her fingers against his hip to steady her sends a surge of warmth through Leonardo, a slow-brewing blend of pleasure and sexual tension. She does not laugh. Not quite. It's clear in her eyes and the lilt of her voice, however. "Are you telling me," she murmurs quietly, "That Emma Frost terrifies you so greatly that you've completely lost the ability to be a /man/?"
"No! Of course now, it's up right now, see?!" Leonardo almost goes to unzip his pants after lowering his glass, then he catches himself, shaking his head and realizing where they are. "Sorry, I'm sorry, it's all this damned alcohol. But I'm a man, I'm not afraid of her, I just have this stupid problem..."
Lisabeth jerks back, her eyes wide as she jerks her hand away. With it goes the warmth, leaving Leonardo ice cold once more. "I think I should go," she says firmly.
"Wait, I really didn't mean anything, it's the alcohol!" Leonardo desperately defends, looking around himself as if trying to find a solution. "Look, I'm sorry, how about I send you to Hawaii, and you can take anyone you want with you. Will that make it up to you?"
"Get a /grip/ on yourself, Mr. Maxwell," Lizzie hisses in response, pulling back and leaving her drink on the bar. "You're making a scene."
Leonardo Maxwell is very drunk, and starts to stand up himself, wobbling toward the door. "I gotta get out of here."
"I think that is a /very good idea/," Lisabeth answers, shrinking back against the bar to distance herself from the man.
Leonardo leaves, likely to roam the streets until his head is clear. Being drunk is... usually very bad for him. "A whole damned company and life still stinks..." he says as he randomly kicks a can outside.
Lisabeth remains where she is, watching Leonardo exit. Once he's gone, her lips curve upward in a pleased smile, and she turns back to her drink.
Lisabeth is mean to Leo.
This is a rather high-class bar, you won't find bums or people down on their luck, mostly stressed out business men or socialites being loud at a booth. The theme is rather modern, some small statues, randomly twisted pieces of metal that say things like "Little Girl Playing With A Ball", some Picasos on the wall, and some glowing neon below most of the drinks behind the bar. Leonardo is just wearing a black suit and tie, wearing his suit jacket open after a long day. He's sipping something red in a wine glass, he usually is.
A woman stands behind him, studying that fair hair with a slow, calculating smile. Without greeting, she appears behind Leonardo, and her hand brushes against the nape of his neck in slow teasing, a flirtatious 'hello'. And Lisabeth, we remind, is /very/ good at flirtatious. Or at the physical effects of it, anyway. Leonardo most certainly feels that, all the way up and all the way... down.
Leonardo almost shivers at the sudden brush, then looks back, spotting Lisabeth. "Wait, what..." he says in sudden surprise. He felt something /down/, that's the first time in weeks. "Sorry, distracted. How are you?" he asks with a friendly smile, holding a finger up to the bartender. "Anything she orders is on me."
Lisabeth lifts her brows, the arch of them pretty and eloquent as she moves in to lean back against the bar next to him. "Goodness," she murmurs. "Feeling rather generous, are we?"
"Well, I am the president of a multi-million dollar corporation now." Leonardo says rather casually, though she'd know more than anyone that it's not the /only/ reason he's feeling generous. "So, what have you been up to these past few weeks?"
Lisabeth knows. Oh yes. Her smile even looks a little smug as she lets her gaze wander across him, downward... "I keep myself busy," she murmurs vaguely. "You?"
"The same, far too much work, but when I'm all caught up, done with lay-offs, and have properly educated the company on where we're headed, it'll be a lot less stressful." Leonardo explains, sounding rather proud of himself, despite the stress he deals with lately. "What are you busy with?"
"Lay-offs?" Lisabeth wonders. She spins to face the bar, letting her hip brush against Leo as she does. There's that shooting stretch of /pleasure/, darting down, out, sending fire through his nerves. "How many? -- Cosmopolitan, please."
The barkeep complies, quickly making her drink and delicately sitting it in front of her. Leonardo bites his bottom lip, leaning forward for a moment, but quickly sitting back up to keep his composure. "Oh, yes, the lay-offs. My father has kept far too many people around, many redundant hires, entire departments we no longer need or haven't made us any money in decades. I'm getting rid of it all."
Lisabeth keeps her gaze fixed on Leo's, smiling and sweet. "I see. I'm sure your employees simply love you for that," she purrs.
"I'm hiring fresh young people, ones with innovative ideas just out of college, and I'm taking some experienced people from smaller companies whose talents are simply being wasted." Leonardo simply laughs, staring at her with a confident grin. "I could care less what my employees think, if they're not making me any money."
"Goodness," Lisabeth murmurs as she turns to scoop up her martini glass. "So thoughtful. Do you tell your employees this?"
"Of course not." Leonardo answers, sipping his drink as he holds the thin handle casually inbetween his middle fingers. "As far as they know, I'm taking this company into the future. They can't argue with that, well, the ones who would are likely unemployed right now anyway."
"Do you know, Mr. Maxwell," Lisabeth observes quietly, her eyes keen and bright on Leonardo. "I think I may have underestimated you."
Leonardo laughs, highly amused at her observation. "Most people don't know I have a business degree." he offers, because that explains everything!
"It wasn't your business degree I was referring to," Lisabeth answers with a conspiratorial smile. "Tell me, Leonardo." Her voice is low, caressing the curves of his name. "Is there anything you /wouldn't/ doo, to get what you want?"
"Anything I wouldn't do?" Leonardo actually stops to give that some serious thought, hmming, then smiling. "Well, I suppose I wouldn't have sex with a man. I also wouldn't harm a child, at least not directly. Harming them by proxy of lay-offs doesn't count."
"Really?" Lisabeth lifts her head, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "You wouldn't sleep with a man? Even if it would get you something you /really/ wanted?"
"It really depends, it'd have to be something really big." Leonardo says with a casual shrug, idly staring down into his glass. "But I have nearly everything I want, or at least what I've been needing to get what I want."
"Emma Frost?" Lizzie asks abruptly, her voice flattening into an unreadable tone.
Leonardo laughs and shakes his head. "Don't get me wrong, I desperately want Ms. Frost, and she was a huge motivation for me taking the company, but there's something else I want."
"Oh?" Lisabeth leans toward Leonardo, just slightly. "What's that?"
"Secret, though I may have told you while drunk." Leonardo laughs, not risking it if he hasn't already said it, he just takes another sip.
"Are you saying you're not drunk now?" Lisabeth teases, leaning in to brush light fingers across Leo's cheek. A rush of dizzyness clouds his head.
"Well, maybe a bit..." Leonardo snickers, his sips growing larger with the rush of dizziness. "I should call a driver, unless of course, well, maybe you could drive me home?"
Lisabeth's brows raise slightly as she sways toward Leonardo. "You'd like me to drive you home?" she wonders. "Why?"
"I don't drive drunk." Leonardo points out, but then he looks her over, and simply shakes his head. "No, nevermind, I'll take a taxi."
Lisabeth leans back sharply, her gaze narrowing on Leonardo. "You do that," she murmurs, lifting her hand to let it skim over his. And just like that, Leo's libido cools. It dies, in fact, entirely, as incapable of rising again as it was before. And for a nasty little measure, Lisabeth sets a urinary tract infection to brewing. Give it a day or two. That'll be /lots/ of fun.
Leonardo hunches down over his glass, his entire mood just appearing to die with a mixture of his intoxication and dead libido. "I think I'll buy some alcohol to take home with me, I've been dry lately..." he says in a rather low tone, laughing briefly at some random thought, then going quiet again.
"Perhaps you should stay dry," Lisabeth suggests in response, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"I feel a lot better when I'm not, especially lately, since I feel like far less of a man with Emma." Leonardo adds, sounding quite depressed as the intoxication goes on. "I think my sister is angry at me, even though I gave her a nice position in the company."
"I see." It's a neutral pair of words, neither encouraging nor discouraging.
"Tell me something..." Leonardo looks over at her after ordering another drink. "Why is it that for everything that goes right, a lot of other stuff goes wrong?"
"Perhaps you've angered the universe," Lisabeth suggests lightly. "What's gone wrong for you, Leonardo?"
"I can't tell you that, you'll laugh." Leonardo says with a mixture of shame and embarrassment, hiding his face behind a long gulp of liquid.
Lisabeth says, "Of course you can," Lisabeth assures. "You're drunk, Mr. Maxwell. You can tell me whatever you like."
"I guess so..." Leonardo leans in, definitely not wanting the world to hear. "Emma finally wants me, but I haven't been able to get it up. Well, it came up when you touched my neck, but now it's gone again..."
Lisabeth leans in as well, and the light touch of her fingers against his hip to steady her sends a surge of warmth through Leonardo, a slow-brewing blend of pleasure and sexual tension. She does not laugh. Not quite. It's clear in her eyes and the lilt of her voice, however. "Are you telling me," she murmurs quietly, "That Emma Frost terrifies you so greatly that you've completely lost the ability to be a /man/?"
"No! Of course now, it's up right now, see?!" Leonardo almost goes to unzip his pants after lowering his glass, then he catches himself, shaking his head and realizing where they are. "Sorry, I'm sorry, it's all this damned alcohol. But I'm a man, I'm not afraid of her, I just have this stupid problem..."
Lisabeth jerks back, her eyes wide as she jerks her hand away. With it goes the warmth, leaving Leonardo ice cold once more. "I think I should go," she says firmly.
"Wait, I really didn't mean anything, it's the alcohol!" Leonardo desperately defends, looking around himself as if trying to find a solution. "Look, I'm sorry, how about I send you to Hawaii, and you can take anyone you want with you. Will that make it up to you?"
"Get a /grip/ on yourself, Mr. Maxwell," Lizzie hisses in response, pulling back and leaving her drink on the bar. "You're making a scene."
Leonardo Maxwell is very drunk, and starts to stand up himself, wobbling toward the door. "I gotta get out of here."
"I think that is a /very good idea/," Lisabeth answers, shrinking back against the bar to distance herself from the man.
Leonardo leaves, likely to roam the streets until his head is clear. Being drunk is... usually very bad for him. "A whole damned company and life still stinks..." he says as he randomly kicks a can outside.
Lisabeth remains where she is, watching Leonardo exit. Once he's gone, her lips curve upward in a pleased smile, and she turns back to her drink.
Lisabeth is mean to Leo.