Tonight Jekyll's a bit busy with appointments, he's promised to come later but for now it's Paloma and Hyde, in another dingy green room. Hyde half naked and a little high, sprawled on the couch and once again trying to coax her into sitting with him. "I got a headache, rub it?" The most pathetic voice.
As the sober half, having Jekyll here to counter his brother would keep things under control, but she is just as capable of not screwing without him present. Besides the fact that Hyde might not even be able to get it up.
She sips water from a cheap paper cup and surveys him in all his half-naked sad glory. Through the walls they can hear the bass line as a distant pulsation kept mostly in check by attempted soundproofing of this green room. At least she tucks into the cushions beside him, softhearted and willing to probe around his head for the tender places.
After all, tomorrow morning she flies out, and somehow Paloma doesn't think his attention span extends to girls out of the country. Have to use the time left.
Paloma draws back to scowl. Who brings a freaking spoon to a pub? Actually, there's a smear of something on him that smells like soup when she sniffs her fingers. Answers that.
"Ahh..." He tempts her, her lingering smile says that much. They haven't 'slept over' since the first night, what with Veronica needing her. "No, but only because I can't. My flight's at four in the morning."
That seems to sober him a bit, eyes actually focusing on hers. "Where to...?" Not home surely? Maybe they're taking a trip to France or Ireland or something?
"....What?" Excuse him? He cant think of what to say, when he thought they were at least staying a while, if not permanently. "How - how long's your visa for?! You could stay longer!"
He's excused and Paloma's heart drops into her stomach after realizing he's been kept in the dark. And she helped to do it, assuming Jekyll or someone told-- or he'd found out or guessed it...
"Oh, Edward, no," she babbles anxiously, hands hovering. Her lap makes a tense pillow. "I'm an intern, I can't stay!"
"Fuck, were you two ever gonna say something? How the hell am I supposed to know?" He's less angry and more sore. He sits up, reaching for her hand to lace his fingers with.
Paloma has been afforded the time to reflect and prepare for the goodbyes. One of the reasons she really, really hopes Jekyll can make it to the pub tonight; after she leaves, they'll have loads of time to reconsider. She still believes they'll find they made a mistake with her, but that's no reason to waste a minute of farewell.
Hyde doesn't get a chance to adjust to the idea. Guilt plagues her and she cringes away, but he anchors her to the spot with that small touch.
"I'm sorry," she says miserably, clinging back tighter for the force of her apology. "I thought- nevermind, I'm sorry, this is the last night we're in London for."
"Then I'm gonna come see you!!" Straddling her lap, he wraps his arms all the way around her, tight. "Shit, I wouldn't've smoked anything if I knew that..." He can still fuck and all but he won't habe a perfect memory? He might do something stupid?
Paloma laughs, suspiciously damp as if holding back the start of tears. Listen. She's sensitive and emotional.
"Yeah, you smell awful." Up go her arms, folding around what she can reach of his naked back. The declaration-- the THREAT of visiting catches her off-guard and shears off her armor. "You know any Spanish at all?"
She smothers him with a hand before he can try to butcher anything else.
They look odd, him straddling Paloma and her clapping over his mouth in varying stages of distress. She's smiling but his apparent enthusiasm completely decimates every defense she'd prepared for dinner.
Paloma giggles, chortles, actually. "For translation, in case you get cheated or propositioned." He might laugh along with her if she had spoken in English. She frees him only to kiss Hyde gently.
"I understood that even less!" But he likes kisses. (And would not mind being propositioned.) "Would you do more work here, again? Or just take a trip?
She relaxes back into the couch, having realized he's not furious with her or holding a grudge that she can tell. Paloma strokes his handsome jawline, the same as Henry.
"Edward, I'll jump at it if they want to send me back, but I'm broke. Intern."
He's sort of a baby, when she thinks about how simple he is to soothe and distract.
And about how stinky he is after performing and smoking. Paloma squirms under him, looking pointedly down... "Depends on him!! Climb off of me? Please?"
She leaves that thought in her pocket for later perusal. Leftover feelings of regret keep her from leaving his side, and stink or no stink, she lays herself across his knees to gaze wistfully up. "I don't know how I'm gonna hide this."
And just so it is her turn to wrinkle her nose and childishly scrunch her face, perhaps pretending to be him?
"Boss does." The playful facade fades, imagining the disappointment from Veronica at what she couldn't begin to understand. "If you do visit. It won't feel right to treat you like you're... barely a friend."
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She sips water from a cheap paper cup and surveys him in all his half-naked sad glory. Through the walls they can hear the bass line as a distant pulsation kept mostly in check by attempted soundproofing of this green room. At least she tucks into the cushions beside him, softhearted and willing to probe around his head for the tender places.
After all, tomorrow morning she flies out, and somehow Paloma doesn't think his attention span extends to girls out of the country. Have to use the time left.
"Self-inflicted?"
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"You want to sleep over tonight?" He grins up at her for rhe obvious implications.
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"Ahh..." He tempts her, her lingering smile says that much. They haven't 'slept over' since the first night, what with Veronica needing her. "No, but only because I can't. My flight's at four in the morning."
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Quizzically, Paloma tilts her head, birdlike. "Henry told you, right? My boss works out of Mexico City, so I go where she goes."
... someone told him, didn't they?
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"Oh, Edward, no," she babbles anxiously, hands hovering. Her lap makes a tense pillow. "I'm an intern, I can't stay!"
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Hyde doesn't get a chance to adjust to the idea. Guilt plagues her and she cringes away, but he anchors her to the spot with that small touch.
"I'm sorry," she says miserably, clinging back tighter for the force of her apology. "I thought- nevermind, I'm sorry, this is the last night we're in London for."
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"Yeah, you smell awful." Up go her arms, folding around what she can reach of his naked back. The declaration-- the THREAT of visiting catches her off-guard and shears off her armor. "You know any Spanish at all?"
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They look odd, him straddling Paloma and her clapping over his mouth in varying stages of distress. She's smiling but his apparent enthusiasm completely decimates every defense she'd prepared for dinner.
"You need a babysitter!"
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Paloma giggles, chortles, actually. "For translation, in case you get cheated or propositioned." He might laugh along with her if she had spoken in English. She frees him only to kiss Hyde gently.
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"Edward, I'll jump at it if they want to send me back, but I'm broke. Intern."
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She does a good job of making him feel better, stroking him like that. It's nice and outs him in a good mood.
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And about how stinky he is after performing and smoking. Paloma squirms under him, looking pointedly down... "Depends on him!! Climb off of me? Please?"
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She leaves that thought in her pocket for later perusal. Leftover feelings of regret keep her from leaving his side, and stink or no stink, she lays herself across his knees to gaze wistfully up. "I don't know how I'm gonna hide this."
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"Boss does." The playful facade fades, imagining the disappointment from Veronica at what she couldn't begin to understand. "If you do visit. It won't feel right to treat you like you're... barely a friend."
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