Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, |
Aspel’s brow furrowed, seemingly displeased with the notion of Drake disallowing them entry altogether. However, at the next mention, a curious brow rose until Ari dismissed the idea of completely breaking and entering by saying it was something she had done with him before. “Ah.” Would be all that was given, the entire issue - if there had been one at all - seemingly now null and void with the explanation given. “Indeed he could.” Aspel agreed though, with the second part of Ari’s sentence, a slightly scheming, devious look was tossed towards the other woman’s way. Thoughts flickered by for a moment, the smirk on the smith’s face saying it all of where her thoughts, and the idea of ‘fun’ had gone. “Perhaps later, we will have a bit more, no?” A challenge of a sort, but more so than anything else, an invite really if she could ever make one at all. However, it would seem they were to be upon Drake’s apartment before long at all - maybe a couple minutes at most - and really, maybe a talk like this ought to be for another time. The suggestion was certainly welcome -- if, Ari thought, a bit unlikely considering… well, really everything. Still, she laughed, clearly pleased with the suggestion, and said, “That sounds quite nice, doesn’t it? We’ll have to see how the evening progresses.” Ultimately, it seemed far more likely that Drake would try every possible excuse to get the two of them to leave together, thus leaving him alone to wallow. Not that this would prevent herself and Aspel, at least, from finding some appropriately entertaining activity, but they’d just see about that. But first, of course, the (somewhat easy) challenge of being invited in at all. Having reached Drake’s building and then his door while they bantered, Ari raised her hand to knock soundly. “Open up,” she called cheerfully through the door. “You knew this was coming.” Fortunately, he had. Which was why the had made sure to keep the lights off and as was sitting in the back of his closet, a blanket tossed over his head. At a glance, it would just look like a pile of blankets. And that was if Ari even bothered to check the closet to see if he was hiding in there. It was a bit much, just to avoid his not-girlfriend. But she had been cheerfully pushing her way into his apartment at her leisure, and all he really wanted to do was spend the day alone. Thinking. Definitely not wallowing. Hopefully, though, it wouldn’t get to that, and Ari would just leave. He sighed, knowing the likelihood of that, and settled in to wait. Outside the door, Ari gave him the benefit of the doubt -- she waited a full minute before sighing and saying, “Well, apparently he wants to do this the hard way. I know he’s home.” Drake, go out to a festival of his own volition? Especially in his current mood? Impossible. A quick glance was given around to ascertain no one would be the wiser before she crouched down and made quick work of the lock. “He really needs a better one,” she said conversationally to Aspel, quickly releasing the brief twinge of discomfort (sure, Aspel knew, but knowing and seeing were not one and the same) as she pushed the door open. Drake wasn’t on his couch, and the apartment was quiet, but that wouldn’t deter her either. “I believe we are now playing a game of hide and seek,” she commented. “Considering the abundance of furniture --” all four pieces of it -- “I don’t think it will be too challenging. Shall we?” |