Cammie & Manuel

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Manuel manages to do what few ever can, draw Cammie from her room.

Cammie had her headphones on and was laying on her bed. Her room was a controlled disaster, the way she liked it, various clothes tossed all over the place and metal blasting in her ears. There were things she could've been doing, yeah, but those things generally involved leaving her room. And right now she really wasn't doing anything that involved that. She wasn't in the mood for that.

Right now, she felt like sulking. Too many people had taken off lately. And she was in the 'fuck this' mood.

There came a very hard knock at the door. It was possibly more persistent than the way anyone else would have knocked and had the sort of demand that left no argument to open the door.

Cammie sat up and rolled her eyes. She needed a sign on her door about not disturbing the troll, "I'm coming," she said, tossing the headphones on the bed, you could still hear the music perfectly. She opened the door, "Can I help you?" she asked, though she had a bit of a grin on her face, "Or am I too dressed for that?"

"You've been miserable," he said and she knew she couldn't hid it from him. "For days."

"Yeah, well, that happens," Cammie said, not bothering to hide it, she knew she wouldn't be able to, "So here you are. In my doorway."

Manuel padded down his chest and gestured helplessly. "I seem to be lacking flowers. Perhaps a proper dinner would cheer you up?" he raised a brow. "Or perhaps something more exotic?"

"Good thing you don't have flowers, I'd likely kill them. But define exotic, does it involve leaving the room?" Cammie asked, slightly curious.

"It involves leaving the room, yes. Wait.. " Manuel pulled a stem from his jacket and produced a silver metal rose. "It seems I am not failure after all."

Cammie liked to think she was totally immune to charm, but that wasn't always the case. She couldn't totally bury the smile as she took the flower, "Yeah, you're not a failure. So, what type of room leaving exoticness are we talking about here?"

Manuel stepped closer and the air of his musky cologne lifted as he raised a hand and caught a piece of her hair, rubbing it between his fingers. "Some place that would likely force me to buy a new suit," he murmured close into her cheek.

"I have a babysitter," he enticed.

"Then we might as well make them work," Cammie returned, not sure what to think of 'exotic.' She didn't really own a dress, let alone a nice dress. Well she had a dress, but a dress had been given to Jake and never returned. That tanked her mood momentarily until she arrived at the stern conclusion of 'fuck him.' "I'll try anything once. Somethings twice if you're lucky."

"Three times for me," Manuel replied evenly, amused and pulled her from the suite, her music and her mood.