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| Scene Title | Someone's Going To Be In Trouble |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | In which Lucrezia meets the third and final roommate and Teo's going to get a tongue lashing. |
| Date | January 17, 2009 |
Siann Hall - Abby, Alexander and Teo's Apartment
It's not overly spacious, It's a New York area apartment. But it suits it's residents purposes. An open kitchen, crammed with all the accoutrements needed to cook, a dining table shoved against the far wall with chairs tucked in. A livingroom with a fairly new red suede couch shoved up agaisnt a window and TV set opposite on a stand makes up the rest of the communal living area. It looks fairly newly occupied and the personal touches not put to it yet. Five doors down a hall lead to three seperate bedrooms, a bathroom and linen closet. What's behind the doors remains a mystery unless one of the residents leaves a door open, though if someone knows the residents, the simple gold cross above one door indicates where the woman in this place lives.
Al's possessed. Not literally, perhaps but… because he's surely under Lucrezia's thrall. At the moment, he's feeding a black-haired woman chocolate in the kitchen, piece by patient piece, as milk for cocoa simmers on the stove. He's in jeans and a t-shirt, and his expression is oddly dreamy, utterly unlike his usual sloppy grin or careful impassivity. Apparently he's not been doing a damn thing - a day off, maybe? Since he's more or less independent. He's curiously limp and relaxed, really - the kitchen is warm despite the chill of the night outside.
Open wide. Lucrezia has this uncanny ability to make any action, no matter how chaste, seem somehow sensual and sexualized; and so, it probably goes without saying that the administration of finger foods from someone else's fingers is easily turned into a finger-lickin' good glimpse of what her, ahem, head game is like. OH HI. She lingers in the kitchen at Alex's back, chin rested from time to time on his shoulder, hands hung on his hips. Let's just all try to tune out the noises she's making every time she's bequeathed a piece of chocolate, okay? Good GOD! What a witchy woman.
The key in the door is the warning that someone is coming into the apartment. The jiggle of the doorknob, then shoulder to the wood before it reluctantly opens to spill forth not Teo but Abigail. The third unseen apartment dweller. Blonde hair pulled back, accented probably by some of Teo's long since dried blood, snug jeans that have some of the same, a clean sweater, jacket, scooter helmet and purse, she's not the greatest looking sight. Quick in before the cat tries to get out means that right away Abby doesn't spot the ten foot tall godzil… err voluptuous woman who's doing a good job of ripping through one of the seven deadly sins, right in her kitchen. But when she does, there's wide eyes, tilted head. "Alexander?"
Alexander shows precisely no sign of embarrassment. Far from it. He's utterly cool, in fact, rising from his seat. "Abby," he says, gently. "You haven't met Lucrezia yet, have you? Lucrezia, this is my housemate and friend, Abby. Abby, this is Lucrezia Bennati. She's Teo's aunt," he says….and then eyes her more sharply. "What happened?"
Lucrezia has never really been the sort to assume the worst and so, when she's introduced to a woman wearing what might be blood in her hair, the Italian woman merely assumes it to be paint or some other far less sinister stuff. Her voice comes out as a smooth croon, though she share Teo's Sicilian accent when she says, "Hello, Abby. It's a pleasure to meet you." Of course, there's no overwrought sense of formality here and Lucrezia, despite her overtly wicked demeanor, can make anything, even a simple 'hello' and 'how do you do?', sound warm and sweet like a long-lost welcome home.
"Barfight" Totally a lie but she's not about to say she was keeping Lucrezia's nephews blood from hitting the ground more than it had and screwing up the plate in his head. "Hello Ms. Benatti. Abigail Beauchamp. I didn't know Teo's Aunt was in town. He should have said something, I would have taken a night off and made dinner" Her own drawl croons right back, putting on her southern hospitality for the guest. "I'll be back in ten minutes. I need to shower, and make myself presentable. I smell like the bar, and.. other stuff and i'd shake your hand but… you know. Bar fight…" In an apologetic tone, the blue eyes switching from the bombshell to Alexander. No Judging at all. Just her hanging up her helmet, jacket and scurrying towards the room with the cross above it.
Alexander makes a face. "She tends bar," he explains, rather redundantly. "Rough place. I don't know how she does it," he murmurs, before padding over to pour and mix the cocoa. Some fancy stuff he's found, from god only knows where. He's far less tense than usual, oddly relaxed, really.
Gee. Wonder what's brought on the ginger kid's sudden fit of profoundly less tense, hm? While Abby retires to make time with the shower, Lucrezia shamelessly observes a moment of meant-to-be-distracting breathlessness just over Alex's shoulder even while he's trying to concentrate on a task that might entail bodily injury to both of them should she fail. Her hands creep up underneath the bottom of his t-shirt and take a moment to retrace the lines she etched into his back earlier. "She's very sweet, but…" the succubus murmurs in her thrall's ear. "I'm sure she's stronger than she seems."
Out the bedroom door, into the bathroom, which closes shut as quietly as possible so not to disturb the other two in the kitchen, and moments later, the shower comes to life.
"She's a southern woman. They may talk all sweet and modest, but they're like steel when it comes down to it," Al says, matter of factly, once he's able to speak coherently. Done with shuddering in a mingling of pain and pleasure - it's enough to stop his breath for a moment, and raise goose pimples. "She likes to talk like she's a convent virgin, but I'd not fuck with her if I had the chance."
"I consider myself so warned," she says against Alex's earlobe before pulling away and releasing him from her slightly sadistic sense of tactile torture just long enough to allow him some sweet reprieve. She flees the kitchen entirely, in fact, and takes up a place on the red suede couch with which she has no doubt become increasingly and intimately acquainted with over the last week and a half or so. S'comfy and seemingly one of the only luxuries the three wee babes who cohabitate here could scrap together the cash for. This might be something she should remedy. A pet project, perhaps.
That southern woman is taking a mighty quick shower, just a quick wash and out, dressed, hair rubbed to damp and pulled back into a ponytail while Lucrezia is fondling Alexander and then perching upon the couch. Jogging pants and a grey long sleeved t-shirt with the name of some bible camp plastered across the front of it. All fresh from bathing Abigail emerges, a look to Lucrezia and a smile then to Alexander. "How long have you been in town Ms. Benatti? Does Teo know your here?" She offers as she starts to make her way across the small living room to the kitchen area. The cat follows from it's hiding spot, momentarily taking a turn to pass by Lucrezia and mark it's territory with a cheek rub along the woman's legs.
If he really, seriously thought Lucrezia would keep him as a boy-toy, even temporarily, Al would laugh himself sick. You can take a junkyard terrier to the groomers, paint its nails, put a rhinestone collar on it, but you can't disguise the breeding or lack of it. And Al is white trash to way, way back when Georgia was a penal colony. He watches Lucrezia with something akin to lust, though it's satisfied, rather than openly greedy, at the moment. "Teo knows she's here," he says, quietly. "You want some cocoa, Abby?" he wonders. How domestic he is.
Lucrezia equals pussy magnet. Clearly. One manicured hand reaches down to scritch a line down kitty cat spine but she has no interest in competing with the beast for anyone's attentions and so otherwise pays it little mind. "Only about a week or so," she says to Abby, smile subdued but ever so sweet yet somehow sinister just below the surface. The role of seductress suits her well, as even when all she's doing is giving someone her full attention, those bedroom eyes smolder with a wealth of unspoken sins. "Alexander says you work in a bar?"
"If there's enough, if not, I can make myself some tea" But Lucrezia is talking and Abby turns to stand at the divide between kitchen and living room, ease down into one of the seats at the Formica table. "I do. Old Lucy's. Something like the bar from Coyote Ugly if you've seen that movie. I have the night off. It's an interesting job. I'm sorry but.. neither of them has spoken of you being here. Or I really would have seen to a day off and made you a proper welcome. Our, days and nights are opposite each other most of the time" a glance to Alexander as the cat departs from Lucrezia to Abigail. "You've met Scarlet?"
Alexander has grace enough to look embarrassed. There's a faint hunch to his shoulders. "I'm sorry," he says, sheepishly. "My work schedule's been all f- messed up too," he explains.
It's probably safe to say that Coyote Ugly somehow bypassed Lucrezia's required viewing list somewhere along the way. "Ah, no. I'm afraid I haven't seen it." She then delivers a pitched eyebrow Abby's way and then slides a sidelong look over to Alexander. "Oh… really?" She doesn't really expect her piece of rough trade to run off at the mouth about her presence but she might actually be legitimately wounded that Teo hasn't been singing her glowing praises. "That's a shame." Yes. She looks nearly on the verge of a pout for a second there but, no, it's an expression that comes and goes like a swiftly moving shadow. Once her cocoa is consumed, she finds her feet and says, "I really should be going." Gathering up her coat, she extends a hand to Alex, biding him closer, while she otherwise says her goodbyes to Abby with repetition. "It was a pleasure to meet you. I'm sure we'll run into each other again soon."
"A pleasure too Ms. Benatti. Hopefully on a day off. I'll let you two say goodbye" She's not dumb. "I'll get my hot chocolate later" and with those words, Abby disappears into her room, the door closed shut behind her, followed quickly by some low music in case there's something more than a kiss and she doesn't want to hear it.
Tempted as Al is, no, just a kiss. A passionate one - Al's totally head over heels for Lucrezia, even though she's so clearly the most fatale of femmes. "Please, come to me again soon." It's a plea - there's no one to see, so he can simply abandon his pride.
"We'll see," Lucrezia croons wickedly, as if she might genuinely be considering walking out that door and never coming back again, sheerly to break a man because she can. The kiss, however, says otherwise. She'll be back. She's not done with him yet. Not by a long shot. However, instead of some overly sweet sentiment, the words she leaves Alexander with are: "Tell Teo to call me when you see him, hm?"
Alexander nods, mutely. "Of course," he murmurs.
Exuent the Spider Queen (and her assorted unseen minions). End scene.
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