capodalina (capodalina) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2015-03-31 18:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | adalina schellenger, finn brennan |
You're born of a jackal, you're beautiful
Who: Finn Brennan & Adalina Schellenger
What: Hijinks
When: Tuesday Evening
Where: Hotel Suite
Status: Complete!
Adalina chewed on a vodka-soaked olive. She was staring at spreadsheets on her laptop, sitting indian-style on the cushy hotel couch with the computer balanced crookedly on her legs. Her eyes kept floating back down to the time on the taskbar instead of the actual work she was attempting, and failing, to do. Two empty martini glasses stood beside a full one on the coffee table in front of her. The hotel suite was incredibly nice but not nice-nice. You wouldn’t entertain a foreign diplomat in there, certainly, but you could do worse for an office-away-from-home. Or a rendezvous point. Which was what was supposed to be happening, except Finn was later than she’d ever known him to be even if she hadn’t, you know, specifically given him a hard time. Foul play was the furthest thing from her mind as she checked her smartphone for like the hundredth time; being late was his own damn fault because she’d done nothing less than set him up for complete success in getting up to her room not only undetected but quickly. “Uggggggghhhhhh!” Where was that man? God. He was completely ruining her instant gratification. It was no longer instant. It was now delayed. Delayed gratification was basically the opposite of gratifying. She irritably untangled her legs and set the laptop off to the side to get to the bottom of this mystery. That required her pair of Louboutin heels, of course, so she slipped bare feet into them on her way to the door. Adalina peered through the peephole and gave a one-eyed scowl to the distorted, empty hallway. She huffed. |