Sunday, September 4, 2011
Chapter 2: One Right Girl
Eleanor is pretty impressed with how she turned out as well. She had planned to wear an elegant pantsuit until her brother interfered, dragging her out shopping to find a dress for the occasion. "You have no fashion sense," he had grumbled while flipping through the racks. And he's right, Eleanor thinks. She only cares that she looks serious and neat, and fashion is just frivolous.
"I'm supposed to be your date, right? I should look like one," she answers. "Now we should go dance. I'm sure these investors would love to see what kind of moves you have."
Eleanor laughs at the childhood nickname Phoenix and Emilio used to call her, because she was too fastidious to join in their dirty roughhousing. "I haven't changed, really," she says, "I'm just finally being who I am."
"You don't have to do this," Emilio says, "I needed a date for show, but we don't have prove anything now that we're here."
"Princess, are you sure you want to go there?" Emilio asks, completely unsure if he wants to follow where she's leading. He meant it when he said he's not over Phoenix yet, and getting romantic with her sister seems like the stupidest possible thing he could do right now. But it's hard not to be attracted to her, to not respond to the way she's looking at him, the way she touches him.
"I have a room," he whispers back, giving in to the moment despite his better judgment. Eleanor is leagues ahead of him in the intelligence department, and if she thinks it's he right thing to do, who is he to doubt her?
Emilio has a really hard time with elevators.
Back in his room, Emilio asks her one more time if this is what she wants. She slips her dress off in response, glad that Hawke made her buy new lingerie for the occasion as well.
"I'm honored, Princess," Emilio whispers, trying not to think about her sister, his first and only lover to date.
After somewhat awkward but sweetly tender lovemaking, Emilio falls asleep, and Eleanor slips out of the bed and takes the subway home. She doesn't regret giving into the passion of the moment, but she doesn't want to make more of it that that.
"Are you free to have dinner with tonight?" he asks.
Eleanor holds herself together rather well, though she wants to scream and jump around like a twelve year old. "I'm free," she answers in an even voice.
"How do you feel about children?" he asks. Eleanor can tell from his tone that this is a make or break question. What she can't determine is what answer he's looking for.
Eleanor considers her response carefully. As much as she wants to be with this man, this isn't a question to li about. If what he's looking for is a woman who'll drop her career to stay home and mother his babies, then she'd be better off without him. "At this point in my life, I'm primarily concerned about my career. Children would just get in the way of that," she says honestly. Thornton smiles, apparently she gave the right response.
"I need to talk to you," she says.
"I'm on my way out," he answers, "I have a party."
"Sit down," Eleanor insists, "This is important." Hawke sighs dramatically and sits beside her. "I slept with Emilio last night," she says.
Hawke frowns, disapproving, "He's Nixie's boyfriend! I'll kill him!"
Eleanor tries not to laugh at the thought of her slender brother trying to fight Emilio. "You can't expect him to live like a monk. Phoenix is gone, he deserves to have a life. Anyway, it was my idea. I seduced him."
Hawke casts a hard glance at her, "I should have let you wear your stupid pantsuit," he grumbles. "So, what, now? Are you together?"
Eleanor shakes her head, "I don't want to be. But he sent those flowers," she points to the orchids on the table, "And he called to ask me out again."
"You know what kind of guy he is," Hawke says sadly, "That was pretty mean of you to fuck with his head that way."
"I know, Hawke, that's why I'm talking to you. I need you to help me fix this!"
"So I get to clean up your mess? Thanks," Hawke says, getting up to go to his party, "I'll try to think of something. Buy, honestly, I don't think there's a nice way to handle this. You'll just have to tell him you aren't interested in a relationship. And break his heart. Again. Poor bastard."
"Seriously?" Hawke laughs, and promises to never bring it up. He wouldn't be able to without laughing in the poor guy's face.
"He's waiting for the right girl," Leliana explains. The idea boggles Hawke's mind; how could there be only one right girl, when there are so many to choose from?
Hawke give Alistair a fist pump before following Leliana into the apartment. "Woo! Party!"
The fist pump was premature, it turns out, as Hawke is the only guest. Leliana gives up early and sits down to study a cook book. Their other roommate Morrigan, yawns dramatically, declares the party dead on arrival and blames Alistair for the failure.
Morrigan is decidedly hot, Hawke thinks, and wonders if he can manage to have her while still dating Leliana. Dating two roommates at the same time would require some finesse, but Hawke thinks it could be well worth the effort.
So Hawke has had woohoo with Leliana in his bed, and in her building elevator. I'm not sure if either location will count for the 5 partners in 5 different locations requirement for his LTW. I remember having a discussion with someone who was trying for this LTW but it wasn't registering the woohoos in residential elevators. If this LTW gets too complicated, I might change Hawke's LTW to something skill related. Since the Fulfilled goal means he has to achieve a LTW.
And now I remember Hawk's traits properly, Flirty, Commitment Issues, Daredevil, Virtuoso and Party Animal.
Eleanor actually rolled a wish to woohoo with Emilio right after their first kiss. It's nice when they want to do what I'm going to make them do anyway.
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