Naima Alan (serpentsiren) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-03-02 08:14:00 |
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Revenge is a Delicious Thing
Who: Naima
When: about 3 pm-ish, then 9:30 pm
Where: Naima's room, Cj's room then the Rock Band PARTAY!
Naima sat inside her room wearing a robe tied about her naked body. She'd just gotten out of the shower and thought that lounging about to dry was one of the best things ever. Her hair fell behind her back and down the side of the chair that she was laying incorrectly over. She watched Lola gaze at the small mouse Naima had put in the cage earlier in the afternoon. It was always fun to watch Lola hunt her prey, if that's what it could be called. When Naima first moved in with her old roommate and met Lola she had been so excited at the thought of watching a snake eat a meal. Now it was old news, especially since snakes rarely ate at a convenient moment. Nope, Lola was just like every other temperamental female Naima knew: she rarely did anything in a way that you wish she would. Naima knew Lola would chose to eat when Naima wasn't available to see it.
Normally Naima didn't bother waiting around to watch her snake eat. That was a waste of time. No, instead her goal was to wait for Scott. She'd come up with the idea to have Scott hook her up with a key to CJ's room late last night while she lay in bed fuming over her embarrassment at the 20's party. CJ deserved to pay and he deserved to wonder who it could be. She was sure he was bound to piss someone off by now and so she couldn't be the only target. No, she'd get the key to CJ's room and Scott would be the one who would give it to her. She knew the young kid, he couldn't have been more than 18, found her attractive. He even sat and talked with her, taking a few nervous sips off a whiskey sour she made for him the first time she found him tiding up her room. She had a confident feeling that all it would take is seeing her in next to nothing, a few whispered words and maybe a kiss to get what she needed.
So she waited. But she didn't have to wait long as it seemed Scott always came around the same time. When he knocked, waited a moment to hear a request to not enter, and then entered the room she positively relished the look on his face. She lay across the chair, her legs across one arm, her robe barely closed and her hair floating about. She knew she looked good. His eyes were wide and his mouth opened for a moment before closing. He had taken a couple steps forward before he noticed her and when the door slammed shut behind him he gave a bit of a jolt.
"Oh hi, Scott." Naima purred as she stood up from the chair. "Sorry for not being decent. I didn't really expect anyone. Forgot I guess." She shrugged her shoulders and pulled the robe tighter about her.
"It's.. it's no problem, Ms. Alan." He responded, eyes still wide, watching her closely.
She laughed. "Naima! Call me Naima, silly. We're friends and co-workers, technically, right?" She gave him a sidelong glance.
"Oh... sure." He gave her a nervous smile and ran a hand through his hair.
'He really is a cute kid.' she thought as she smiled at him and headed to the kitchen area and poured herself a glass of water. Scott took the moment to shake himself out of his reverie and moved to get things going. Naima waited while he headed into the bedroom and bathroom to grab used towels and other linens that needed to be taken care of. Staff didn't get a whole lot of things taken care of. Not like actual passengers. Still, laundry was provided for the necessities as well as a vacuuming during the trip. It seemed Scott tended to find little things to do when she was around. She would wager money he was in and out every other time.
With a few freshly wet towels still in his hand Scott emerged from the bedroom area. Naima took a step forward, phone in hand. "Oh! This is so cute!" She simpered at him. "A new friend I met on board has completely fallen for this guy named CJ. Have you met him?" When he just shook his head she continued. "Oh well, anyway. She says she's really into him and they had a romantic night last night." She sighed and wrapped her arms around herself. "What I wouldn't give for a nice romantic night."
"You haven't had a romantic night?" Scott asked, surprised.
Naima laughed. "I've had romantic nights. Just not on board." She sighed again. "She is wanting to do something nice for him. She got some flowers at one of the shops and a card but she doesn't have any idea about how to get it to him without him knowing. I guess she likes surprises." She leaned against the wall and skimmed through her text messages as if reading them thoughtfully. "I wonder if I could help her somehow." She put her hand to her chin thoughtfully. Meanwhile Scott maneuvered around the chair blocking his path and moved a little closer to Naima.
"I know!" she exclaimed as he got closer, surprising him. "Oh wait, that wouldn't work. Darn it." She pouted. Her lip was out, her eyes wide in disappointment. It was the look she gave her father and boyfriends when she wanted something. It never failed.
"Well what was it?" Scott moved forward again, resting an arm on her shoulder, as if in concern.
"I don't know. You see, it's just that... well...." She looked at him and then looked away a moment before facing him again, moving closer. "I think it's something you could help me with but I just don't feel right asking." She put her hand on his hand.
"Just ask." He said with a confident smile, his excitement growing at the thought of doing something for her. Maybe she would go on a date with him or something if he helped her out.
"If you insist." She said slowly. "I was thinking that, maybe, since your doing housekeeping, maybe you could get me a key to CJ's room." His eyes started hardening so Naima leaned forward, pushing her breast against his arm, looking deeply in his eyes. "I mean, if I could deliver the flowers and the letter really quick, he'd never know I was there and then she'd be able to tell him how much she cares and maybe they could have another good night. You know?" she spoke hurriedly, with a nervous tinge, hoping to show her reluctance but excitement at helping a friend.
"I don't know." He said slowly. "That's against the rules you know."
"Oh I know it is." She said seriously, leaning closer again, their faces inches apart. "But sometimes it's so important to do things for people we care for, don't you think?" She smiled and leaned forward as if to almost kiss him and moved away with a blush. "Oh my, I'm so sorry." She covered her face. "What was I thinking. You're probably not even.. I mean.. you probably don't..." She winced and looked away in embarrassment.
Scott's ego skyrocketed. All he could think was that this woman was about to kiss him. HIM! He knew she was an older woman. Not significantly older, but enough to intrigue him. Goodness knows her body certainly did. He thought about it a minute and then put his hand back on her arm. "Don't worry about it Naima. I like you." When she looked at him he smiled. "I like you a lot." He leaned forward and pushed his lips against hers. He didn't make a move to kiss deeper, assuming she must be shyer than she had previously let on, and then moved away. "I'll help you out, but you have to promise to be quick about it and return the key to me as soon as possible."
Naima wanted to shout out in excitement. Instead she willed herself to let her excitement show through blushes. She smiled and played with an end of her hair. "Oh thank you, Scott. You don't know what this means to me!" She let her smile broaden. "I am going to get to help these two come closer. I'm so excited! When do you think you can get me the key?"
"Well you're my last room today. I can go get it now and bring it back up to you." He said with a smile.
"Perfect." She grinned. "That will give me plenty of time to get dressed and let her know I have a plan." She moved away and started moving with an excited energy. "I can go get the flowers, the letter, make the delivery and then maybe I can meet you at the rock show and give you the key back! I'm sure he'll be there so I'll have to make the deliver and then head straight there."
At the declaration Scott smiled even brighter. "It's a while before the show, but....I guess that should be fine! I'd love to see you there. I'm kind of on call so I'd just have to meet you down there at the beginning of the show to get the key. But maybe we can meet up another time when we're both available."
"That sounds great, Scott." Naima said. "I would like that a lot. But for now, why don't you get that and I'll get dressed and see you soon."
Scott looked from her to the bedroom where he was certain she'd soon be naked, if only for a few moments, longingly. "Alright, Naima. I'll be back in a couple minutes." He hoped she wouldn't be done dressing by the time he got back. She waved as he headed out and the moment the door shut she started laughing. She threw off her robe and walked into the room. She dug out a cute heart-shaped top bustier and some jeans to wear with her newer pair of boots and got dressed with a song on her lips.
Much to Scott's sadness Naima was all dressed and ready to go by the time he managed to get the key for her. When he knocked at the door she opened it and she relished the disappointment in his eyes. "Thank you!" she said, genuine for once, and took the key from him. She leaned forward and gave him a firm kiss on the lips and before moving quickly away gave them a little lick. "I really appreciate your help." His cheeks were red and he clearly wanted more. "I'll see you later tonight, okay?" When he nodded she shut the door and got to work gathering her tools for revenge.
The time spent between getting the key and heading to CJ's room, wonderfully provided by Scott who had access to a list of everyone staying in each room, Naima went over scenarios in her head. What would she do if she was caught? She figured that one was a no-brainer. It'd be a fight or sex, most likely. "Goddamn CJ." was all she could mutter at that thought. She didn't want to get in that position again, but would if it would keep her out of too much trouble. Her main concern was being seen going in and out of his room, but based on what's she'd seen and heard, she'd wager people in his area were probably used to seeing a wide assortment of females wandering through CJ's doorway.
When it was finally time to go, Naima walked down the hall with her hobo bag slung over her shoulder. Inside were her instruments for damage. She had thought long and hard last night about what exactly she would do. Her first thought was lye in the shampoo. It would do him a little justice, having to deal with a small "skin irritation". Still she reasoned that he hadn't pissed her off enough to actually burn his scalp or worse. Instead she decided a little vomiting and damage to his precious was exactly what he needed to deal with.
By the time Naima made it down to CJ's room she realized, after looking at her watch, that the band had already started and she would have to hurry. When she made it down to CJ's room she decided caution would be best. The halls were deserted so there was no concern there, but the last thing she needed was being seen entering his room. She knocked on his door. When no answer came she knocked again and said in her best Spanish accent, "Housekeeping!" When she received no response she put the lock in and opened the door.
She wasn't surprised to see him gone and had counted on it. The room was exactly as she expected it to be. CJ was never the cleanest person she had known. Sheet music sat on a table, clothes were strewn about the room and glasses seemed to be all over the place. She shook her head, wondering how she had ever tolerated his messiness, before shaking herself out of her thoughts. "That's not what I'm here for." she told herself before looking around the room
"Aha!" She said with a grin when she found his half-full bottle of Jack sitting on a table, half hidden by a cluster of used high ball glasses. "I'll get you my jack ass, and your shitty alcohol too!" She really wanted to cackle but decided it would be a bad idea, being that she was supposed to be somewhat incognito and all. Still she had to let out a few giggles as she opened the bottle. She dug into her bag until she found her bottle of ipecac. She'd had the stuff for a while now, using it for emergencies when she drank too much but knew she needed to be functional the next morning. She hated sticking her finger down her throat and, hey, this shit worked. So with delight she poured a generous amount of ipecac into the bottle. She wasn't sure how much it is but she knew it was definitely much more than was supposed to be drank per the instructions on the bottle.
"That oughta do her." She said cheerfully and put the bottle of ipecac away before closing the bottle of Jack and shaking it to mix the new concoction together. She relished images of later tonight, CJ coming in after the show, needing a drink and BAM! puking everywhere! She had to stifle her giggles again and she walked around the room, looking for his guitar. She found it leaning against a chair and quickly dug through her bag for scissors.
She sat in the chair and picked up the guitar, resting it on her lap. "CJ. I'm sorry. I know this will hurt you, but it hurts me more. I promise." This time she let out the laugh and moved the scissors across the guitar to cut every other string. She looked at her handiwork and gave it some thought. "No. This will do better." She decided out loud. She took the scissors again and cut every string but the middle. Now it would be like she was flipping him off. Kind of.
With that completed she cheerfully set the guitar back where she found it, looked around to make sure she left nothing behind and left the room carefully. She peeked around the hallway and when she saw nothing headed to the Cult of Dionysus. On her way in to the bar she found a garbage can bustling with trash and took the ipecac bottle and threw it away, making sure it wasn't easy to see from the top, covered slightly by a napkin. The bottle was empty now and everyone owned a pair of scissors, didn't they? She grinned to herself and sauntered through the bar, already digging the band on stage.