"Thanks, Vanessa. I'll catch you there." As Richard ran up the stairs, he marveled at his luck. He could count on one hand the number of women who would put up with what he had done tonight. Whatever it had been. And now she was taking him to dinner. That- the whole 'being taken' angle, would have been awkward if it wasn't for Vanessa's attitude. As it was? Well, they'd see, wouldn't they?
He shaved quickly and thoroughly, feeling entirely too good about scraping the stubble off of his chin and neck. It was a good moment to pull himself together. On his way back out the door he stopped by the kitchen and poured himself a shot of rum. It wouldn't do to have another anger management moment in the middle of dinner, after all, and sometimes alcohol helped stave off the headaches for a couple of hours. Satisfied and fortified, he headed back down the stairs to the lobby. The plans for the night had changed somewhat, but dinner was still the main goal.