[oom] Rock And Roll (Room Number Four)

[justcallmefee]

Fiona's got an armful of what looks like filthy rags and American style football pads, and the smell is unique, to say the least.  She dumps them on the foot of the bed, and heads for the wardrobe, rummaging around for a pair of boots to match.

She's stopped back by her room to pick up a few things on her way out, and to let Ramon know she's going

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[latino_menace]

He's been looking for a pair of suit pants, his cream linen ones to go with the jacket that's hanging in the wardrobe back in the Caribbean. He can't find them anywhere and they're not in his room. So they must be here, even though he can't remember ever wearing them in the bar.

'Hey.'

Things still feel awkward, to say the least.

'I didn't know you were here.'

[justcallmefee]

She turns, her smile quick and genuine.

"Hey, you. I just have to pick up a few things."

His presence here is welcome. Very welcome. She leaves off with the search and crosses the room, walking up into his personal space. She rises on her tip toes to give him a lingering, soft kiss.

"Hi."

[latino_menace]

And he returns it easily enough, though he has half an eye on the pile of things on the bed.

'What're you doing?'

[justcallmefee]

She follows his glance and her shoulders drop a little. Her hands fret at the front of his shirt.

"Helping out Ellen. It's just a reconnaissance mission in her world. Should be a quick in and out."