Mar 09 07:35:06 106 PA

From Chronicles

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The low sound of the music lingers on, though the party is winding down in the front of the club. Desmond is sitting at the desk, his jacket draped across the back of the chair, quietly reviewing some of the paperwork that has been submitted already about the exchange of credits for booze at the bar. Such things are not his forte, but he's been putting in an effort to learn, though with the way his brow is furrowed, some aspect of it continues to befuddle him.

Aimee lets herself in, closing the door behind her and leaning against it, her expression changing from the bright public smile to a more genuine relaxed one. "Mon chat. We did it. I think we are a success tonight. Even if the money has gone to the hospital." She moves forward, perching herself on the corner of the desk. "Do you wish me to do it, mon chat?"

Desmond looks up when Aimee enters, a deep breath drawn and released as he leans back in the chair. It creaks unhappily about the shift in weight. "I am learning, but thank you, My Aimee." His hand lifts towards her, casually laid upon her nearest thigh to give a soft, casually intimate stroke. "I am considering.. we have done well this evening, but it is perhaps more than we shall make in a normal night." He is thoughtful on this, adding. "I am considering if we might be able to do what Kesslan seeks. It seems he wants Hex to tend bar here. And after hearing his reasoning, I admit that it is sound. She is.. a strong female. A proper choice for a place such as this, I would think, where some customers will not be soft or gentle."

Aimee tilts her head, her expression turning thoughtful, a softening at his touch. "It is more than a normal night but we couldn't pay for this publicity, and good will..." She reaches out, brushing her fingertips across his forehead, a light affectionate gesture. "Hex? The person who put themselves forward at the last moment, oui? The bottle dancer?" She smiles, amused at her own comment. "She is talented with the bottles, for certain and I think, me, that I would not wish to start a fight with her overlooking it..." She tilts her head, thoughtful. "A trial, perhaps?"

"I have not seen what she may have done.. but yes, I have told her we would set a date for a trial. It seems Kesslan, wishes her to work a day here, for the date he won," Desmond states, head tilted back slightly to encourage the touch without drawing his eyes from the woman. "Her wants are simple.. to be paid more than she is now. Though she is not paid so much where she works now. I don't suspect it will be hard, but I am seeking to consider.. to estimate a proper salary. It is more difficult than it seems."

Aimee's touch slides down to curl around the nape of his neck as she leans in, to press a kiss against his lips, teasingly brushing her tongue against his lips before pulling back. "Kesslan won the date? Mon minet, he might be interested, I wonder..." Her soft speculation goes as she returns to business. "I think we can afford a little more than she earns there, perhaps she could teach our barstaff some of the things she did. I think she could keep them in line, and perhaps take that job from me."

Desmond shifts his posture, leaning in to meet the kiss just as it comes. Reading her touches and movements without much difficulty in times like these. A low, deep rumble heard towards the end of that tease. But he gives her words thought, not yet that distracted. "Perhaps.. perhaps not." Considering her with a bit more attention on the subject of Kesslan's interests. "I would agree. But we can tend to such details later. Truth be told, this evening has been strangely tiring.. an odd thing. I think I am ready for a rest." He will lean back slowly again in his chair, the hand on her thigh gripping, waiting to draw her onto the chair with him.

She smiles, her own feline smile as she slides into his lap. "A rest, mon chat? Too tired..." She is teasing him with her eyes dancing, mischief rising in them. "Being sociable all the time, that takes so much effort." She tilts her head back, offering her face to him for a kiss, her eyes creasing at the corner as her mouth curves into a smile. "I think she'll do well with us. I think perhaps being back to snap the neck of rowdy customers, that is a good thing in a bar supervisor."

With Aimee in his clutches, Desmond wraps his arms around her snugly. The uplifted lips taken full, lingering advantage of in the privacy of the office. He does seem a bit lighter and briefer with affection in public. Her quick drawing a fond look from him. "She is of my sort.. Coalition made. Though she was not made by them.. born free of their influence. All of us are made strong, the better to do battle on their behalf. She is bold.. which will be good." He then adds with a warm fondness, "We shall see what occurs when we return home this night. You do have the power to revitalize me at times." Set.

She winds her arms around his neck, snuggling into him, her lips curved into a content smile. "I think, perhaps I should sent you to bed, and let you rest and not keep you awake..." She is blatantly teasing him, her eyes laughing up at him, her lips curved into a relaxed warm smile. "And oui, I do not doubt that she can handle the job, but I prefer that she was not from the Coalition. It is perhaps better, non?" She shrugs lightly, lifting her face to kiss his neck lightly, resting her cheek against his chest before smothering a yawn. He might not be the only tired one.

"It is much better, of that I can assure you," Desmond tells her, cradling Aimee against his chest with that edge of possessiveness as she shows her fatigue. "I think tonight we will both sleep. Better to enjoy the morning and our success, I would think." His voice lowered a bit, as if to keep from barring her from giving in to that fatigue, if she were to.

"I think so, mon chat." She sighs, content for the moment to be cuddled against him. "I think my feet hurt so very much, and I don't wish to stand on them anymore." The humour in her voice is obvious matches her smile as she forces herself to uncurl, to get up from the comfortable place. "I will start closing up, mon chat..."

Desmond gives her a squeeze before he lets her go, rumbling to her, "It will be better than before.. you will not always need to be on your feet," he notes. Not that he really needs to. His head bobs then and he adds, "Kesslan has been doing very well this evening. I think, perhaps, he takes this very seriously.. perhaps more so than you and I, even." This idea tossed out as he remains behind the desk, eyeing the papers he was scanning before.

"It will, mon chat..." She brushes her skirt down to cover her legs in a more elegant style. "Kesslan does everything very seriously, mon chat. Even when he plays, it is done to the best he can." She pauses by a mirror to repair the damage done to her lipstick during their brief moment. She turns her head, giving him a warm smile. "Sooner I close up, sooner we can go to bed..."

Desmond nods, not disputing Aimee's observations. "I will put these things away soon and be out to meet you, My Aimee," he promises her. His eyes will linger on her until she has gone out, at which time they will dip to the papers. He gives them a frown before he starts to gther them back up, carefully placing them just as he found them in the folder. They'll go into one of the security cabinets to be placed away safely. Once everything is in order in the office, he will go out to meet her, locking the door behind him. Tags: aimee, desmond