Demons in the Details|Adrienne/Victor, INACTIVE

[rocky]

Adrienne cringed, and dropped his wallet as though it had burned her.

"I'm sorry!" she bleated, and threw her hands up, "I wanted to know your last name, that's all!"

And whether you had a wife, or kids, or - anything else I should know about, she added mentally, giving him a wide-eyed, innocent, and apologetic look. She bit down on her fingernail. Now that he was clean and comfortable he was handsome, in a regal sort of a way that she wasn't accustomed to.

His icy blue eyes were hard and irritated, and she supposed she ought not to blame him. But how could she resist it? She hadn't found anything bad!

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor's shoulders lowered and his fist loosened, nodding as if accepting it. She had seen the article, but he could just make up an excuse as to why he had it.

"You could have asked...I would have told you," he said, putting the few things she'd taken out back into the wallet. It was no use getting angry at her when she already knew she did something bad.

He leaned against the counter. "Sorry for freaking out. Instinctive." He wasn't sorry--the bitch needed a good scolding to be kept in place. With a small huff, he ran a hand through his hair and looked over at the coffee.

Victor knew that she would eventually ask about the article, if she'd really had time to see it, but he fully intended to tell her something phony. He hadn't thought up anything yet, but I certainly shouldn't be anything to suggest at what he really had done with it. That would most definitely cause her to kick him out without his keys or coat or anything.

[rocky]

"I couldn't resist," Adrienne said, with an impish smile. She was playful, in a tentative way that suggested she knew she had crossed a line. She didn't ask him about the article. She supposed that doing so would only put her further in the wrong.

Instead, she asked him how he took his coffee and finished fixing him a cup, and they made pleasant, if slightly awkward small talk together. She had a hard time reading him, she realised. Normally she could tell if a man was attracted to her at once, but Victor... Victor was just odd. She still hadn't ruled out the possibility that he was married, or gay, or -- somehow otherwise inclined, because he didn't seem to take signals from her the way most men did ('if Adrienne is in the room, it means yes').

Now that he was clean she had begun to feel self-conscious about standing there in the clothes she had slept in, and eventually began to make noises about using the shower herself. She hadn't really meant it to be a sign for him to leave as such, but it was how he took it.

"Well --" she said lamely, as she showed him to the door, "It was nice, um -- pepper-spraying you."

George stood behind her at the door like a sentry, his wrinkly face almost stern. Good riddance he seemed to say, though Ade was oblivious to the dog's abundant dislike for Victor. If she paid more attention to the nuances of the beast's reactions she might well have chosen better boyfriends in the past. As it was, no matter how hard he frowned, she never seemed to notice.

Humans.

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor smiled, stepping out into the hall. "See you around," he said, and with one smarmy smile at the dog, he left.

He most certainly wasn't even going to try and go to work today; he would instead catch up on some much-needed sleep at home, or something of the like. Victor caught a cab back to his apartment, where he'd left his car, and entered.

Laying his coat down and getting himself settled...he began to sneeze. And sneeze. And sneeze, and then he started coughing. Victor warily looked down the his shirt, which had been wet when he'd slept in it, and had a terrible feeling creep up on him.

Sick.