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No School Like Old School 4b/7
(Anonymous) 2012-04-11 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)Gabrielle gives him a look so filled with determination that for a second, he almost mistakes her for Cass.
“If that’s what you want, boss,” he says, withdrawing his arm. “No idea what an old timer like me’s gonna do to help, but...”
“Anything,” she says. “Whatever it takes. I’m fed up of this. I’m not gonna feel like a kid anymore whenever I’m around skin, okay?”
“Whatever you say.”
Cass emerges from the double doors behind them, her hair a mess, tugging her jacket back on. Raul immediately decides that for his sanity’s sake, he doesn’t want to ask.
“Moved the party out here without telling me?” she says, sinking into her hips. There’s a bite mark on her neck. She is very, very drunk.
“Go inside, grab us a couple of drinks,” Raul says quietly to Gabrielle. “I’ll be there in a second.”
“Cass is gonna laugh at me,” she says.
“Cass is drunk.”
She smiles at that. She visibly steadies herself, and heads back into the casino.
Cass watches her go, eyebrows raised. “Yeah. Probably shouldn’t have dragged her onto the stage. Didn’t realise she would... well, always known she was a bit of a klutz when it came to flirting, but –“
“She wants me to help her,” Raul tells her, and it comes out a little like a plea for help itself. “Cass, what the hell does that even mean?”
Cass opens her mouth to reply, and then closes it. A devilish smile crosses her face and she cuts her eyes at him. “Why, Raul,” she purrs. “I bet you were quite the ladies’ man in your day.”
He eyes her suspiciously. “What?”
“I think our cute little friend needs some-“ she leant close to his ear, and whispered –“hands on help.”
He pulls back, staring at her in disbelief. “I’m not gonna –“
“Not saying you have to.” Her grin widens. “I’m just saying, I bet you know how to put the moves on a girl better than any of those hookers back in there.” A woman slips through the doors and waves at Cass, who winks and adds, “Except maybe Joanna here.”
It’s very clear she’s going to leave him on his own in this. But between the alcohol and her words and that damned, persistent image of Gabrielle (be gentle, Raul), he doesn’t think he’s going to mind that at all.
He straightens his collar, and heads inside.