OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

[avali]

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Open RP (smutty version)

 

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[totallytrustworthy]

"Not currently." Is the groggy response, muffled by distance and the dull weight of a half-stuffed pillow. She's dressed, thankfully, but it's all stale clothing from the night before and-- all right fine-- maybe fleecing the local crowd with number 7 and no partner in crime at her side to help her ditch the drinks rather than stow them away was just bloody stupid on her part.

But then again, no one's around to judge, save for the sunshine hovering at her hotel room door.

"Try again in five-- ten. Fifteen...hours."

[keptyourtearsinajar]

Elena gave a wry smirk at the muffled reply, shaking her head.

"Well, unfortunately we don't have that kind of time for you to sleep it off," she called through the door. Not if I want to get paid, anyway. She looked down at the door knob and thought about trying to just open the door, but Chloe wouldn't have left it unlocked, would she? Or had she been too drunk to care? Elena tried the door.

It was unlocked. She thinned her lips and walked into the hotel room, glancing back at the door once she was through it. "Well that's not safe." She turned her attention to Chloe and approached the edge of the bed. "Come on, sleeping beauty! I've got a little 'nectar of the Gods' for ya."

[totallytrustworthy]

"Had it." Her face is buried-- rather determinedly-- down into the mattress she's currently sprawled across, wearing the exact same outfit (jacket included) from the night before and smelling for all the world like it.

She and Nate, birds of a feather sometimes.

"Had it all last night and I'm not feeling anything remotely close to the definition of the word 'divine'." Tequila, to be precise. High end.

[keptyourtearsinajar]

"This is not that kind of nectar," Elena said, walking around to the edge of the bed closest to the catatonic Chloe and setting both cups of coffee on the nightstand. "In the interest of--"

She looked at her watch and made a face before busying herself trying to discern whether or not Chloe was packed.

"--uh, in the interest of moving fast, I'll drive and you can, I dunno, sleep in the back seat or something, but we really gotta get going."

[totallytrustworthy]

"--what?" Keywords, really. Something about the idea of being hired on for a job and then ditching said duty for the sake of sleeping off the consequences of her own shoddy decisions; Chloe claws her way upright on willpower alone, fumbling a slow crawl to the nightstand.

"No. No, no, no - I've got it just..." Movement. Not her best idea. "Ten minutes, bright eyes."

Never let it be said she's purely unprofessional.

Only mostly.

[keptyourtearsinajar]

She shot Chloe a sympathetic look before shrugging and putting her hands on her hips. She'd been at the business end of a few nasty hangovers herself--though it seemed Chloe was acquainted with them more often--and almost felt bad for making Chloe drag herself out of bed so early.

"Alright, but if you're not out to the car in fifteen minutes I might have to resort to drastic measures."

Do I sound like a dad on a road trip? Elena shook her head and started out the door but stopped, remembering the bag of pastries and getting one out for herself before leaving the other in the bag on the nightstand next to Chloe's coffee.

"I'll go see if I have some aspirin," She offered, headed towards the door again, her breakfast in hand. It was a long drive to Cape Horn and the winding coastal highway was bound to disagree with a hangover.