[And she's just going to toss the phone onto the bed and finish drinking her wine in the bath she's drawn. Normally, she wouldn't dare sit in a hotel bathtub, but since they're here on stolen credit cards, she did opt for the honeymoon suite. It goes better with their cover story anyway.
Dean no doubt, expects her to be up to something, and she is if for no other reason than to pass the time until they get what they're after. Or rather, she gets what they're after.]
[ it's pretty difficult for dean to admit that a girl like bela has gotten him a little wound, so he figures, naturally, maybe it's easier not to have to say a word at all. phone is stuffed into his pocket at her reply with a single risen brow, and within a few moments he's back at their room. as usual, he doesn't take care to knock.
he's surprised to find the entry and bedroom rather empty and quiet, though the door to the grand bathroom suite is left ajar. ]
[She sets down the empty wine glass on the side of the tub when she hears the door open, but doesn't bother to scramble out of the water. Even when she hears his warning it prompts an eyeroll rather than panic.]
Or what?
[It's only a slightly muffled question from the other side of the bathroom door that's been left ajar.]
[ He really should give more thought to the situations he rashly thrusts himself into, one being how he stalks without pause toward double doors of the bathroom, only to find quite an alluring sight before him. There's a dumbfounded expression that momentarily takes to his features, before he's clearing his throat, attempting to slather his slip with a bit of derisive humor. ]
Nice to see someones taking advantage of our theft.
[It's not a slip she misses, but she knows it won't be that easy to lure in Dean Winchester. She's well aware that he doesn't like her, but she still doesn't see why hate-sex can't be a thing. She's always found it quite entertaining. But maybe the chase is part of the appeal and the reason she still even attempts to work with him and his callous attitude-well, that and she might grudgingly admit they're fairly good at what they do.
She settles a little deeper into the bubbles even as one hand stretches and rests over the edge of the tub.]
Is it? Nice to see?
[It's easy to twist Dean's words around a bit to fit the situation at hand.]
Are you going to offer me a towel, or just continue to see?
[ It's frustrating, how easily she's always managed to fluster him, and it sure as hell didn't help that he's the littlest bit tempted by the sight of her soaking in rather luxurious looking bubbles. Bela has never been a girl he'd entirely ticked off his radar, just... you know, pride and all of that. Manipulative and a total bitch, sure, but that didn't change the facts. An attractive woman was an attractive woman.
Tongue presses at the inner of his fuller lip, trying to muster up what bit of a bothered expression he can; yet he's still there. ]
[She sighs before shrugging slightly, as if she's given up on getting Dean to do anything for her. But she knew better when she first asked. But it makes it easier to blame what she's about to do on his stubbornness.
She pushes her self up in the tub and lingers where she's at long enough for the clinging bubbles to start shifting downward. Soon enough their won't be anything left to hide any of her nudity.
She reaches a hand out toward the towel rack.]
Really, now. Unless you want me to make a wet mess of the floor.
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dean pls
Sorry, you'll have to be a bit more clear about the rules, here.
[ careful, bela. tell him one thing and he will absolutely do the other. ]
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Don't hurt your head. Just go eat another burger or circle the block before coming back.
[Because she'd never cause any trouble by herself...]
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I'm not drunk enough for this
[ by the way, he's definitely en route back to the room. right now. ]
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[And she's just going to toss the phone onto the bed and finish drinking her wine in the bath she's drawn. Normally, she wouldn't dare sit in a hotel bathtub, but since they're here on stolen credit cards, she did opt for the honeymoon suite. It goes better with their cover story anyway.
Dean no doubt, expects her to be up to something, and she is if for no other reason than to pass the time until they get what they're after. Or rather, she gets what they're after.]
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he's surprised to find the entry and bedroom rather empty and quiet, though the door to the grand bathroom suite is left ajar. ]
If y'ain't decent, you got five seconds to be.
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Or what?
[It's only a slightly muffled question from the other side of the bathroom door that's been left ajar.]
sorry for the wait. had a crazy week
Nice to see someones taking advantage of our theft.
[ Naturally, it'd be her. ]
np, same
She settles a little deeper into the bubbles even as one hand stretches and rests over the edge of the tub.]
Is it? Nice to see?
[It's easy to twist Dean's words around a bit to fit the situation at hand.]
Are you going to offer me a towel, or just continue to see?
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Tongue presses at the inner of his fuller lip, trying to muster up what bit of a bothered expression he can; yet he's still there. ]
What do I look like, a fricken' butler?
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[She sighs before shrugging slightly, as if she's given up on getting Dean to do anything for her. But she knew better when she first asked. But it makes it easier to blame what she's about to do on his stubbornness.
She pushes her self up in the tub and lingers where she's at long enough for the clinging bubbles to start shifting downward. Soon enough their won't be anything left to hide any of her nudity.
She reaches a hand out toward the towel rack.]
Really, now. Unless you want me to make a wet mess of the floor.