Unlike Lucy, Ben was ecstatic. He'd already had the pleasure of trying v-blood once before, okay more than once. He had Lafayette Reynolds in his head and he had the means, what did you expect? He knew his wife well enough to know that she was nervous, the length of time she was taking in the bathroom was just one of many indicators. He smiled fondly as he stood in the middle of the hotel room in just his jeans and an undershirt, wondering how many outfits she'd already tried on when they probably weren't even going to leave the hotel room. Cute.
Crossing over to the bed he dumped Lafayette's drug box onto the comforter and opened it up, inspecting its contents with something much more then just anticipation. 'Be careful now, that hot piece of dumb as a ROCK knows just how to use this stuff, don't give her too much now or she'll be toe up the flo up.' After ten years Ben had long gotten used to Lafayette's voice in the back of his head so it barely registered outwardly that there was anyone even talking to him. "Yeah, I hear you Lafayette."
Thinking he should probably call room service or something, maybe get some champagne up in this place to calm Lucy's nerves a bit, he picked up the phone and dialed the number, speaking into it briefly and then hanging up. "Hey, Luce!' He shouted, sinking down onto the edge of the bed. "Lose yourself in there?"