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Noticing the fresh flowers

What happened? These weren't here last night.
 
Thanks.

Noticing the fresh flowers

What happened? These weren't here last night.

*goes back behind the bar and sits down to her sandwich and beer, grinning*

No, they weren't. Ice leaves me flowers. This time, I think there's so many of them because he knows he's in the doghouse with me. Then again, maybe not. He's incorrigible that way.
 
Raises an eyebrow

The doghouse? I know he has a ... difficult personalitly, but what on earth did he do?
 
Raises an eyebrow

The doghouse? I know he has a ... difficult personalitly, but what on earth did he do?

*the sandwich paused halfway to her mouth and lowered again*

He goes through my maids like he drinks Bombay. He shreds their uniforms and this time he bought a uniform and charged it to the house! He shredded it, he should pay for a new one and not order one to his liking but rather like what the others wear.

AND he has the bloody nerve wanting to hire new maids. *this last mumbled as she reached for her beer and took a healthy swig*
 
*the sandwich paused halfway to her mouth and lowered again*

He goes through my maids like he drinks Bombay. He shreds their uniforms and this time he bought a uniform and charged it to the house! He shredded it, he should pay for a new one and not order one to his liking but rather like what the others wear.

AND he has the bloody nerve wanting to hire new maids. *this last mumbled as she reached for her beer and took a healthy swig*
Chuckles

Sounds like something he'd do. I pity the maids.

You should make him wear the uniform for a day. To encourage him to choose more practical clothing for them.
 
*She damn near choked on her sandwich at that thought. Ice? In the maid's uniform? And what army was going to get him in it? A quick shake of her head to dispel the image.*

A good thought Aura, but no cigar. Getting a caged lion into a tutu would be easier.

*she shot the woman a sly look*

You wouldn't want to go upstairs and check on him, would you? I heard he was feeling.... a bit under the weather today.
 
*She damn near choked on her sandwich at that thought. Ice? In the maid's uniform? And what army was going to get him in it? A quick shake of her head to dispel the image.*

A good thought Aura, but no cigar. Getting a caged lion into a tutu would be easier.

*she shot the woman a sly look*

You wouldn't want to go upstairs and check on him, would you? I heard he was feeling.... a bit under the weather today.

Pictures Cait, caged, in a tutu. Smirks.
 
*She damn near choked on her sandwich at that thought. Ice? In the maid's uniform? And what army was going to get him in it? A quick shake of her head to dispel the image.*

A good thought Aura, but no cigar. Getting a caged lion into a tutu would be easier.

*she shot the woman a sly look*

You wouldn't want to go upstairs and check on him, would you? I heard he was feeling.... a bit under the weather today.
Whoa take it easy there. Dont choke.
And to be honest, I think I'll pass. I get the feeling he might try to dress me up in a nurse's unifrom if I try.

Nods a greeting to Noon
 
Whoa take it easy there. Dont choke.
And to be honest, I think I'll pass. I get the feeling he might try to dress me up in a nurse's unifrom if I try.

Nods a greeting to Noon

You know... *she stopped and shrugged* I can't argue with that.
 
* chuckles*

Although the evil side of me would pay good money to see Ice drugged up on cold meds and dressed as a maid.

*stomach growls*

Is there any chance I could get a sandwich?
 
Sure thing. Up the stairs. It'll take you into the back of the kitchen. Help yourself to anything.
 
"If the price is right, I'll consider."

He appeared in grey PJ pants from the stairs with a gallon jug half-full of water in hand. Inelegant. Lazy. Hulking, miserable, and a whole list of other negative things that slumped into a seat along the bar. He notes the book that Aur has, nods faintly, and appears not to notice the maid cutting by on her heels and knee-highs.

"Like your flowers, Cait?"
 
She watched him come downstairs, looking like something the cat drug in. Her brow rose slightly at his question as she polished off her sandwich and picked up her bottle of beer.

"Love them and you're going to pay me back for the uniform you bought. You shred 'em, you replace them and not at my expense either."

She looked him over with a critical eye.

"I never took you for a whore, dear."

The smile. It was slight, barely noticeable, hidden against the lip of the bottle.
 
"You wound me."

Of course, she hadn't. Their sparring was as typical and as playful as ever - even if his tone didn't allow for the interpretation in most. Gallon jug was lifted and he took a heavy pull from it, the weight of his hazel eyes sharp on her. A maid flitted by in one of the new outfits.

"Admit it. They look cute."
 
*Comes back downstairs, a plate in one hand, tall glass of orange juice in the other*

And you'd look adorable dressed as one. We were just discussing your punishment for the charge on the Inn's tab.

* slides into a seat beside her, tucking into the sandwich with relish*
 
"You'd look better in one, A." He answered, watching as she took a seat. "How much to make that happen?"
 
"That is not going to happen."

* goes back to munching a very delicious sandwich*
 
"Never is a very finite word."

And he was not picking at her, not really. There was nothing subtle when he picked at someone. It wasn't in his nature to be particular. He was indelicate. Not far from her, he looked on, sloshing his gallon jug some before taking a pull. The plastic top, thin and pale blue, lay on the counter before him.

"Just like always."
 
She merely rolled her eyes in Ice's direction. Their banter was nothing new or different. She blew Ice a kiss and gave him a saucy wink before she gathered up her plate and her beer bottle. Her eyes went from Aura then to Ice.

"You two can banter this out between you. I've got a man waiting for me upstairs."

She headed upstairs, deposited her plate in the sink and took something out of the freezer before she went in search of M.
 
The answer, as it were, apparently didn't please him. He swung his arm and sloshed water from the jug across the bar's counter at her. She'd have to move, and damned quickly, to keep from getting quite the splashing.
 
* nimbly drops off the stool, tucks and rolls to the sink, grabs the kitchen sprayer, knocks the tap on and aims*

Feeling lucky?
 
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