Ah, perfect response. We'll give that to security once they find us here.
[ Unfortunately, he isn't about to drop the joke now that she's gone along with it. Something something, giving a mouse a cookie, except this mouse is an octopus who'll grab that cookie whether it's being willingly given or not. ]
[ He leads her into the suite, the entry hallway and living room both decorated to look more like the entrance of a jazz club than an actual living space. There is in fact jazz music being played, so clear it almost sounds as if someone were playing live, despite the fact that they appear to be the only two living beings here. ]
[ security... right. though then again, the face cards are given a lot more privileges compared to lower ranks, so maybe they would give a damn on whoever's breaking and entering the most luxurious suites. but she still thinks he's bluffing as usual, so she'll just cross that bridge once they get to it.
speaking of suites, this one is even swankier than the queen suite she'd once visited. the dimly lit interior has made her think that they've broken into an underground bar instead of someone's abode. as expected of a guy with expensive taste, she muses. ]
Mm, sure. Just don't put anything too weird in it.
[ she walks over to the bar and hops onto the nearest stool available, expectantly waiting for him to show off his bartending skills if he has any. ]
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[ Unfortunately, he isn't about to drop the joke now that she's gone along with it. Something something, giving a mouse a cookie, except this mouse is an octopus who'll grab that cookie whether it's being willingly given or not. ]
[ He leads her into the suite, the entry hallway and living room both decorated to look more like the entrance of a jazz club than an actual living space. There is in fact jazz music being played, so clear it almost sounds as if someone were playing live, despite the fact that they appear to be the only two living beings here. ]
[ Unless Splat has learned a new skill- ]
Would you care for a drink?
[ Yes, that is a bar against the wall. ]
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speaking of suites, this one is even swankier than the queen suite she'd once visited. the dimly lit interior has made her think that they've broken into an underground bar instead of someone's abode. as expected of a guy with expensive taste, she muses. ]
Mm, sure. Just don't put anything too weird in it.
[ she walks over to the bar and hops onto the nearest stool available, expectantly waiting for him to show off his bartending skills if he has any. ]