xp_logs | Warren, Kurt and Monet: someone's morning after in Rome (Reply)

Warren recruits help in solving his problem.

It was a distinctly disheveled Kurt who opened the door, eventually, to Warren's insistent knocking. Also one who was barely dressed enough to be decent.

"...Warren. Is something wrong?" It had better be, suggested his tone.

"Yes, actually, I..." He paused, actually finally taking in Kurt's appearance. "I'm interrupting." Again. Not that it was entirely surprising given the time, but he did at least take a moment to look rueful. "... not something that can't wait a few minutes." If he wanted to. You know. Actually get decent.

Kurt glanced back into the room at whatever Monet was doing out of sight, then sighed and cast his eyes to the heavens. "This is retribution for chasing Meggan away?" he asked the ceiling, then nodded. "Give us time to get dressed."

"No worries." Warren grinned at him, letting him close the door as he slid his hands into his pockets and slipped back into his neighbouring room. Another cursive look around the room didn't reveal any more information about the woman from last night, nor had she reappeared. It was about fifteen minutes later that Warren showed back up at Kurt and Monet's door, knocking once more.

This time, Kurt at least was dressed when he opened the door, and the shower could be heard running from within the room. "All right", he said calmly. "Monet will be ready soon. Come in and tell me what is happening."

"Mostly I'm an idiot," Warren admitted as he walked into the room. "In that I'm pretty sure the woman I slept with last night has pictures of me. Wings and all." He ran a hand through his hair. "And she wasn't there when I woke up this morning, and I can't help but think this is only going to end up in the tabloids if I don't track her down. The bartender hitting on Tabs thinks she might have gone to see this mutant circus group, but I'm not sure how much we can trust his information."

Kurt considered this, abruptly more serious. "It would not hurt to find them and see if she is or was there, at least. But I must ask, my friend... would it be such a terrible thing if she did sell the pictures? After all, your father can no longer fire you."

"He could still have a heart attack," Warren said with a twist of his lips. "But if I am to go public, this is not how I want to do it, sex shots in a European tabloid. I want to choose the time and the how."

"Fair enough", Kurt agreed. "Then we will have to track her down. How much do you remember about her?"

"She said her name was Sandy," Warren said with a shrug. "I think she might be Spanish. Or at least she certainly looked it." He had the decency to look a little sheepish. "I'd recognize her if I saw her again."

"She gave you a name that may or may not be real, she might be Spanish and this is a very big city", Kurt pointed out. "Nothing else at all, apart from this lead about the circus?"

"Ouch. Well, do you need a hand trying to find her?" Monet asked as she left the bathroom, still towelling her hair dry. "Trust me, you want to stay out of the European tabloids. They're mean."

"That's all I have," Warren said with a shrug. "I would appreciate the help, honestly. I don't know if this circus lead will pan out, but for the moment it's all I have."