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fond_affections (fond_affections) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-02-25 11:44:00

Vodka. Enough Said.
Who: Ed and KiKi
When: After this
Where: Starting out at 1107
What: Vodka for starters...
Warnings: See "what" above and speculate. Will update as needed.

The inside of 1107 hadn't changed noticeably. At least the changes wouldn't be noticeable to anyone who wasn't paying close attention. Little masculine touches had begun to pop up--a cigar box (that held cuff links, gold-plated fountain pens, and silver-plated lighters, but no cigars), a chess set on a newly arrived side table, old leather bound books piled haphazardly around, coasters and ashtrays scattered about to make drink placement and responsible ashing easy. It was a much more welcoming space all in all.

And Ed was preparing to welcome his date for the evening with all the casual charm of the man he was used to being. There were no candles, no flowers, nothing that spoke of trite seduction scenes or romantic interludes. The quiet absence of any expectation rendered the entire space unreadable--and all the more playfully obvious at the same time.

He had no idea what to expect from the delightfully intoxicated woman with whom he had a date for the evening. But the bar was stocked with several different kinds of top-end vodka (including some of the flavored varieties that Ed had never tried himself but was loathe to reject out of hand) and the ingredients for at least 5 different kinds of martinis.

Ed seemed endlessly patient as he stood sipping a simple vodka martini as he waited for his date to arrive. Only the half-smile on his face gave away his anticipation.

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fond_affections
2010-03-07 10:41 pm UTC (link)

You could almost here the quiet snap of camera-phones as they were discretely directed at the image of KiKi being carried right down the main aisle of Jean Georges. Ed was chuckling as they stopped at the coatcheck on the way out and the startled attendant hurried to fetch his coat. As they waited, he kept KiKi firmly in his arms, which meant incoming diners were treated to an unusual sight.

"You know..." he said as he turned in slow circles, swaying slightly as if dancing--except that he was carrying his partner instead of holding her, "...I just might have to make a habit of carrying you places. This feels awfully good."

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lily_like_girl
2010-03-07 10:47 pm UTC (link)

Hiding her face against his neck, Kiki laughed again, loud, willfully ignoring the staring crowed around them. "I couldn't agree more, baby," she murmured, and she kissed his cheek, almost demure. When the attendant returned with Ed's coat, Kiki shrieked as the man struggled to figure out what to do, and Kiki finally pulled it from his grip. "Go, go," she urged Ed, bratty and queenly. "We need vodka; I feel like I'm fucking sobering up!"

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fond_affections
2010-03-07 10:54 pm UTC (link)

Ed was laughing so hard he was sure KiKi could feel the sound moving through his chest. He let go with one hand long enough to flip a bill onto the coat check station, but not long enough to lose his hold on KiKi.

Then he hurried out to the sidewalk where they only had to wait a short moment for the circling car to spot them and pull up. "Vodka we shall have. Have you ever been to Firebird? They have a wonderful bar..." He put her gently down so her could open the car door and help her in. "I certainly don't want you to sober up...not when the night is so young..." he murmured in her ear as they climbed into the car.

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	lily_like_girl 2010-03-07 11:19 pm UTC (link)
	"I haven't been..." She pulled him for a kiss then, enthusiastic, her mood buoyant from the flush of attention. In the privacy of the cab, she slipped her fingers under the collar of Ed's shirt, holding him close before she erupted into another round of delighted giggles. "And where are we going after that? After we're done with Firebird?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fond_affections
2010-03-07 11:26 pm UTC (link)

Ed kissed the tip of her nose before leaning forward and giving the driver the address. He'd call the limo to come meet them later.

Using the coat she carried as an excuse, Ed gathered KiKi and the coat up into a bundle and pulled her into his lap. Discreetly arranging the bulk of the coat over her lap, he fished in the inner pocket for the flask of vodka that waited there. "After that? Hmmm... you had mentioned a club? Do you have one in mind? If not, there's always the tried and true '21'..." he uncapped the flask and offered it to her with a grin that was all dare and amusement.

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	lily_like_girl 2010-03-07 11:34 pm UTC (link)
	"Bungalow 8," she replied immediately, taking the flask. "After that, who knows? It might be dawn," and she winked at him as she took a healthy swallow of vodka. She coughed and laughed, falling against Ed, and she made a happy purring noise, like a satisfied cat. "You sure you can keep up, baby?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fond_affections
2010-03-07 11:50 pm UTC (link)

He had heard of 'Bungalow B' and wasn't surprised she mentioned it. He took the flask and had his own drink. It was cozy in the cab and he wrapped his arms around her in a possessive cocoon. "If it's dawn we can always just have coffee until places begin to open for brunch..." he commented, pressing his lips to her hair as she all but purred against him. "Keeping up won't be a problem, kitten. You sure your friends won't send out a search party if I keep you out all night?" he teased.

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lily_like_girl
2010-03-08 12:56 am UTC (link)

"I'll text Lena," she promised, happy at the idea of someone worrying for her safety. This was how she liked life: wild, with an audience. She yawned and reached for the flask, taking another bold drink. "Mmm, I want coffee with Bailey's, I think, as a perk me up..." She tucked herself against Ed with all the boldness of friends, laying her head against his chest, sighing happily.

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fond_affections
2010-03-08 01:01 am UTC (link)

"Tell Lena that I promise to keep you safe and protect you from unsavory characters!" he teased, lightly stroking her hair as she settled against him. "We can have coffee and dessert at Firebird if you like. You definitely want to be your lively best for the club," he knew better than to suggest that she might not be able to keep up.

"So, do we think you got your quarter page coverage out of Jean Georges--or would you like to make a splash leaving our next stop as well?" Ed was grinning at her, wondering whether she'd be appalled or delighted at his next comment. "I know a society reporter who'd love to run into us later tonight..."

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	lily_like_girl 2010-03-08 01:22 am UTC (link)
	She gasped and stared at him. "You don't--" With a shriek of delight, she playfully shook him. "Please, please," she begged, tugging again at his collar; then she pelted him with quick kisses. "I would love that, baby, you have no idea!" Squealing, she did a little wiggling dance, happy and smug. "God, that'll fucking show Ryan, the little bastard..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fond_affections
2010-03-08 01:30 am UTC (link)

"Kitten, if you want to show some poor fool just what a fool he was just wait until we arrange to have you drop an obscene amount of money buying lingerie on a charge card that is not yours..." He smirked and chuckled, winking at her to show that his mischief was intended for her amusement.

Then he pulled out his phone and used a speed dial number to leave a message. "Hey. It's Ed...you're always bitching that I never give you a heads up about any of the scenes I'm about to make. Well, kid, I'll be at Firebird for a while and then at Bungalow 8. And listen--you are not going to believe the gorgeous creature I'm squiring around town tonight. Show up if you want to enjoy a good time and maybe get up close to New York's loveliest society princess..." He hung up and then grinned at her. "He's a good guy. Despite being a bottom feeding journalist. He'll only print what you say he can, because if he fucks up I'll personally have him fired..." he promised her.

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