Re: Capital: Jamie & Seven Friday night
Seven snorted and shot the guy a pointed Look as the tie came off and the shirt followed, buttons in a neat row undone down to the belt that followed suit. “Come on,” he said, moving to his cuffs as he toed off his shoes. Routine, all of it, down to the way that his wallet got tossed onto a table on the way towards the palatial bathroom with sunken tub and waterfall shower, all degrees of obscenity in their tasteful, excruciatingly-designed display of wealth. “You’ve worked in a bar, you know as well as I do that ‘VIP’ usually just means anyone who knows the owner.”
And ‘usually’ meaning yeah, there was a difference between having a suite guaranteed at a hotel, or a booth at a downtown club where prospective clients were plied with champagne and beautiful women, and getting a free round of Bud Lights. Obviously. Seven looked around at the room that wasn’t just a room and his grin slowly widened, one eyebrow arching a little higher before his gaze came back to Jamie. “Yeah, I get that,” he said, nodding nonchalantly, eyes beryl-blue and bright with amusement. He wasn’t going to forget anytime soon that this place could have fit at least twenty of the apartment where he’d lived with his mom and brother. But he also wasn’t going to say that now. Jamie already had an idea, he knew that, and also -- that invisible line, yeah? “And technically, it’s a presidential suite.”
His delivery wasn’t smug, just a little teasing and a lot ironic. He was watching Jamie’s face as the guy’s gaze lingered around his throat, darted up to his mouth -- there was something he couldn’t piece together that flared in fragments, and he had the fleeting thought that it was really fucking irritating, not being able to parse immediately what the guy wanted right now. Other than a really hot shower, he wanted nothing more than to tug at that thread.
“Someone should come up with our stuff from the car,” was what he said instead, taking a slow, single step back towards the master bathroom. “If you don’t mind grabbing the door.”