Weekend Check In

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Michel went back to France for some cheese sniffing festival, and the NPC temp agency was running painfully low on help. So..he sits behind the check in desk flipping through a Sharper Image catalog. He's gotten himslef a name plaque, and he's got his feet kicked up, resting next to it.

Anthony J. Crowley, HDIC, The Aficianado Arms Hotel

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[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

The mid afternoon sun was warm, despite a chill to the air as House and Wilson walked into town. It was a pleasant day, and the doctors shared a casual conversation as they walked toward the impressive hotel.

Because the evening was about Wilson, in House's mind, he stepped ahead to tug the door open, shifting his weight to hold it open with his cane. Once inside, he reached for Wilson's hand, wanting everyone who saw them to know, they were together as they approached the check in desk.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Good day, doctors. [He doesn't look up from his catalog.]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson had been rather animated during the walk down, pointing out some of the places he'd had a chance to visit recently, the Book Store of course, Deb's Diner and the park. He'd suffled through the leaves and caught House up on some of the bits of light hearted gossip he'd heard from the hospital back on the mainland, explaining about his phone call to Jack Ash and generally realizing just how much he had to catch House up on!

However, the words had drifted away as they walked up towards the Aficianado and he whistled softly.

"Nice."

The hotel was gorgeous and though he gave House a bit of an amused look towards the door holding, Wilson stepped on through and then curled his fingers around House's hand. Letting the older man lead the way, Wilson was busy sight seeing through the grand hall as they headed towards the check in desk.

Hearing the familiar voice, he turned his head around and smiled at the bent head.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Crowley." This was the first time he'd seen the demon in awhile and Wilson's eyes did that rapid narrow and relax that indicated he was connecting dots.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

You're room awaits. [He holds up a keycard between two fingers, still looking only at his catalogue.]

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

House delightd in listening to Wilson talk.

"Afternoon," he nodded toward Crowley.

He'd given the room situation a lot of thought during the night and into the hours he'd sat in the clinic. There was a piano in the lobby. In the ballroom. In the presidential suite, he'd seen the pictures last night. Had't thought much about it then, but it had been a while since he'd gotten his hands on a keyboard...

"Question for you. Any chance there's a piano in that suite?" he asked.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Sighing heavily, he finally tears his eyes away from the catalogue. His voice drips with annoyance.] Do you want there to be a piano in that suite?

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

The annoyance is not lost on him. He simply chooses to ignore it and not make a scene with Wilson there.

"Yes." He sets his gaze on Crowley. "If it's not too much trouble, I would like a room with a piano."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Fine. [Still holding the keycard between his fingers, he looks at them both.] Are you going to take this, or do I have to coddle you all the way up to bed and tuck you in?

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

House shifts the handle of his cane in order to free his fingers to reach for the keycard, because he doesn't feel inclined to let go of Wilson's hand at the moment.

"Thank you, Mr Crowley."

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale walks in the door and slowly across the lobby, taking everything in. It had been a bit overwhelming last time, and really he didn't remember very much of what he'd seen anyway (except for that beautiful library).

Eventually his path leads to the front desk, where he leans on the counter and watches Crowley with his catalogue.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[His head snaps up and his smile is dazzling.]I was just thinking about you, angel.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale smiles and reaches out to pull the top of the catalogue down slightly, so he can see the pages.] I rather imagine you were thinking about the things in the catalogue, dear boy.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Not really, angel. I was thinking how most of these wonders would be lost on you...and how much fun it would be to teach you to use a DVR.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

Really? That isn't very complimentary, my dear. What is a DVR?

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[The raspy hiss seeps out.] And thank you for proving my point, angel. What brings you here?

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[He purses his lips a bit.] You're welcome, my dear. And as for what brings me here, well...I was rather under the impression that...er, you -- that is, we, er...were going to be moving...here.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Well, certainly, angel...I just meant, well, don't you have people in the shop needing Grace and crumpets?

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce heads into the hotel with a rather determined look on her face. Looking around, she gives a low whistle, "Wow. This place looks a LOT less tackier than the last time I was in here. New owner must have some class." She walks up to the desk and looks to see if there's anyone available to pester question about rates.

(ooc: Why yes, I do hate myself, why do you ask?)</small

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Crowley and Aziraphale stop flirting and look at the new customer with snakes for hair. The dark one snaps--] What do you want at this hour...this....inconvenient moment? Eh?

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale does not glare at the young woman. He does not.]

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce looks slightly guilty as the two men turn to her, "Um. Sorry? I thought there'd be a hostess or something. I wanted to inquire about room rates and the possibility of renting a room for tomorrow night. Didn't mean to interrupt anything."

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Yes, you can have room tomorrow night. [He smiles hard and cold, his hnad not leaving the blond's arm] And as for rates...what do you have to offer me?

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce takes in Crowley's smile almost as if she entirely approves of it. Offering him a calculating look in return, she tilts her head slightly, "Suppose you tell me what the going rate is and I'll let you know what I have in my pretty little bag of tricks?"

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Oh...you know...depends on the room. What do you want? [He's terribly distracted by the blond man's hands...but he's answering...and kind of politely even.]

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

"Just a single room'll do. One bed, but big enough for two. I'm plotting evil." She almost chirps that last bit. To anyone else, it probably sounds like a 16 year old girl being brattily cute. Crowley, however, would recognise it as pure, unadulterated fact.

(ooc: What happens when a gorgon's significant other ignores her for far too long, doesn't give her any resolution on the 'relationship' status, and basically makes her neurotic as fuck? Yes, folks, it's called payback, and it's very rarely pleasant.)