Log: Bobbi and Warren, Saturday morning

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Following up on their text message exchange, Bobbi brings breakfast to Warren, who apparently doesn't sleep in much of anything at all.


While she was sure Warren was just fine, and that he had paid staff to actually make and bring him breakfast in bed, Bobbi still wanted to follow up on her promise the night before. So she stopped and picked up some breakfast and headed to his penthouse.

It was nothing fancy - just some bagels, breakfast sandwiches, and coffee from a mom and pop place she frequented on the weekends - but it was damned tasty food, which is why she went there so often. The store emulated the whole Starbucks thing of writing your name on your cup, and hers had a Bobbi with a heart dotting the i while Warren's was misspelled as 'Warn' for some reason.

The doorman had been told to expect her and his housekeeper, Luz, was just leaving as she arrived, so she got waved through into the main area of the penthouse. Once the door closed behind Luz, she let out a low whistle and craned her neck, wondering how high the ceilings actually were because damn.

"Breakfast time for anyone coming down from an epic high," she said, not shouting but loud enough to be heard outside the room. She wasn't sure from which direction Warren would emerge so Bobbi just kept looking around and soaking up the opulence with which she was surrounded.

The blackout curtains Warren had installed were both a blessing and a curse. Right now, he had absolutely no idea what time it was, and his mind was still a bit foggy...it was quite possible he was feeling some lingering effects from his introspective time with drugs.

Which is why he wasn't 100 percent sure if Bobbi was actually in his place or not. "Bobbi?," he asked, rubbing at his eyes. "Are you here? Did I pocket dial and speaker phone you? Are you alone?". His eyes flashed open. "Did you say breakfast?"

"Yes, yes, no, yes, and yes," she replied in order with a smirk even though she couldn't see him. "I'm in the big room which, uh, is probably not too specific for this place?" Bobbi turned around and kept examining the room, laying the brown paper bag containing the food - which was already showing a few grease stains - down on a coffee table while still holding the tray of coffee cups.

"Are you decent? I mean, like, right now, not in general, because I already know the answer to that." She took her own cup of coffee out of the holder and took a sip. "I'm going to start without you just so you know."

Normally Warren would rather have someone kick the girl out than be presented as less than spectacular, but for some reason, he wasn't too concerned with Bobbi. Nothing he did impressed her anyways. He'd have to work on that.

"Go ahead," he called out, rummaging through his drawers for a pair of pajama bottoms. Finding a low slung cotton pair, he put them on, not bothering with underwear. Running a hand through his hair, he started to pick up his harness before stopping. She said the house was empty...and it was his day off...throwing caution to the wind, he refrained from putting on a shirt, letting his wings dangle behind him, unperturbed. It was a nice feeling.

Padding into the 'big room' as she so eloquently put it, he gave a half hearted wave and a yawn. "How am I supposed to pay you back for amazing gestures like this if you don't want me spending money?"

"Money isn't everything, you know," she started, taking a seat and opening the paper bag. "It's..." Bobbi reached inside for a sandwich and trailed off as she looked over and saw Warren emerge, wings on full display.

"You're, uh," she stammered, hand still in the bag. "I can see your wang -" Cough. "Your wings, I mean. And that's ok, just saying." Bobbi quickly reached for her coffee just so she had something to hide her face behind, and she took a nice, long sip.

Amused, Warren reached for what he assumed was his coffee cup, using her own defense to craft an answer. This was the first time he'd seen her lose her cool while sober.

"Wang, wings...potato, potahto," he said flippantly. And then, with a cheeky grin, and a slightl waggle of his wings, he continued. "Feel free to touch either. I'm a generous man."

If anyone were to ask her, she'd claim it's because it was still fairly early in the morning and she hadn't had her coffee yet. Bobbi really hoped no one would ask her because no one would know about it, to be honest.

"Hah, nice try," she said in an attempt to recover herself. She finally put her coffee cup down and remembered her hand was still in the paper bag. "My hand's already full with this here..." Withdrawing the breakfast sandwich she'd blindly chosen and looking at its label, she saw it was a sausage one, because of course. "Don't even," Bobbi said before Warren could say anything.

He placed a hand on his chest, a look of mock horror on his face. "ME? Make an inappropriate comment bordering on sexual harassment? Never!" With his other hand, he made a 'gimme' motion. "Now feed me, woman, for I am man." he paused for a beat. "Please, because I am also a hungry man who made poor life choices last night. Although, I think I discovered a new colour. I call it porange."

"Borange," Bobbi deadpanned, handing Warren one of the sandwiches. "I probably shouldn't ask, but what is that, exactly?" She pushed the paper bag closer to him as well, nodding at it. "There are bagels in there too if you want one, by the way." She wasn't one of those persons who skimped on breakfast.

"You did seem pretty banged up last night, glad to see it looks like hunger is the only side effect at least." That and showing off his wings, which she tried to glance at discretely while talking to him.

Warren gratefully accepted the food, and took a big bite as he sat down. "Borange is nice too." He chewed thoughtfully, leaning a bit forward in the chair before stretching his wings out. Then he was able to sit back comfortably. "And I was fine. I try to stick to only two drugs at a time, and in the same family. It's no good to mix amphetamines with hallucinogenics or alcohol with opiates. Best to keep things clean. Besides," he added. "You have no idea how often I'm high actually. Not right now, mind you. But often."

"Not mixing drugs is smart, I agree." She didn't know about mixing two at the same time though, but Warren seemed to know what he was talking about. Which was concerning to her, especially when he mentioned how often he gets high.

"Really? How often is often?" Bobbi paused for a second, not wanting to overstep boundaries, but at the same time she felt like she had to say something. "Is there anything I can do? I mean, even just to listen if you ever want to talk about things. All you have to do is ask."

It took him a while to realize she was actually concerned. "Oh," he said, brushing her off, "i'm not addicted to anything. Life just gets boring sometimes and I want something interesting to do. Drugs are fun and all, but in moderation.". He shrugged. "I do run a mutinational corporation. I have to be somewhat coherent for that.". Finishing off his sandwich, he reached for the bag. She'd said bagels were there. "It's more my downtime. Joints are fun. Coke is for nights out. Shrooms or LSD are for when I want to be on my own. I'm too old for E..." were there other drugs? He didn't think so. "Do you do anything?"

"Alcohol is about it," Bobbi said, feeling a bit silly now for getting serious for a moment there. She shrugged it off by taking another bite of her breakfast sandwich. "I tried pot a few times back in university but it wasn't really my thing, had a bad experience and that was that. And then I became a police officer, so." No more drugs after that, not that she'd wanted them anyway. She wasn't judging Warren but damn, that was a lot of different substances.

"That's all I do, pretty boring huh? Having alcohol and sex as my only addictions, for shame." She shook her head in mock shame although with a smirk on her face the whole time.

He'd completely forgotten she used to be a police officer. Good thing she wasn't one now. "Sex is never boring," Warren responded solemnly. "Ever. Even bad sex is the makings of a good story."

"Never?" she asked with a chuckle. "Well, I guess you're right, you'd at least get that much out of it." Bobbi nodded and took a bagel for herself, using a plastic disposable knife they gave her to spread one of the little packs of butter on it.

While she did that, her eyes moved from Warren's wings to his attire, then back to his eyes again before returning to her bagel. "Great stories like 'one time I had breakfast with a half naked guy with wings who apparently was going commando,' yeah? I'm sure someone wrote a 'Dear Penthouse' letter that started out that why right?"

"Oh but, uh, hey, you should totally make that saying into a greeting card though. Surely you have own or have an interest in something like that, yeah? Or maybe one of those inspirational posters," she rambled distractedly. They could even hang one in their office somewhere!

"Penthouse is only interested if sex happens," Warren pointed out, tearing his own bagel into smaller pieces. "And I'm glad you're noticing my assets. You're a hard woman to impress, you know." Taking a last sip of his coffee, he gave a satisfied sigh. "You can touch my wings if you want though," he offered again. "Sue likes to play with them."

"Well when you just put it - them, them out there... wait, she does?" Bobbi asked with a blink. "She touches your... wings?" She was extremely careful with her choice of words that time. Her eyes fell on them, wondering what they felt like, but wouldn't that be weird? Apparently not for him if Sue did it and he was offering.

She tentatively reached out from where she sat, which was close enough to just be able brush her fingertips against one of them. It was unlike anything she'd felt before, not that Bobbi had touched a lot of wings in her lifetime she realized.

What Warren had left out was that he had absolutely zero attraction to Sue, so her touching them wasn't anything special.

Now Bobbi on the other hand... he had to steel himself and was thankful he wasn't a 16 year old with no control. Still. He'd stay sitting down for a while. "Soft, right? Sue is always impressed. She spends the night sometimes when she works late in the city, and she likes blow drying them." he rolled his eyes. "She's like the little sister I never wanted. Our families used to vacation together when she was a toddler.". He had no idea why he was explaining his history with Sue...maybe so that Bobbi didn't get the wrong idea?

She continued brushing her fingers against his wing while he spoke, listening but looking at the feathers as if trying to deduce how they managed to feel so soft. "Yeah, no, I can see why. And I didn't know that, the whole family thing." Both that their families spent time together and the whole sibling quality; the whole sister bit didn't escape her notice.

She pulled her hand back, shaking her head a little at the same time. "Right, sorry, I'm being weird aren't I? Here you are, probably with business to do, stocks to sell or buy or short or something I don't understand, and here I am holding you up." And getting all touchy feely too, and eye-y too but that was hardly her fault she felt when he wore - or didn't wear - what he was - or wasn't - wearing, Bobbi told herself.

When she moved her hand, he felt a sense of loss that took him a few moments to get over. Maybe one day, he wouldn't need to hide his wings. That would be amazing.

"You're not weird," he responded, clearing his throat. Reaching down casually, he tugged on his pants and tried to discreetly rearrange them. "And you're right, I probably should do some work, but I don't need peace and quiet for that. You're welcome to stay, if you'd like. Nap. I do have those gold embossed sheets, you know."

"Thanks, Warren," she said with a smile. She didn't notice the rearranging but mainly because she was still trying to figure out the whole softness thing. "I'll let you get to it, I'm fine for now but thanks for the offer." Having had her morning coffee and breakfast she wasn't sleepy just then, and she wasn't the one who'd been overindulging the night before, so she was fine now. Curious to finally see those sheets, maybe, but that would be an excuse to come back sometime, right?

"Let me know if you need anything though, yeah?" She stood up and picked up the now empty bag and coffee cups, balling them up to throw into the trash. His housekeeper had left, she remembered. "I'm just going to run a few errands, take it easy, that kind of a day."

Getting up casually, he walked over to the corner and carried back a wastebasket. "Well, I really do appreciate the breakfast and the coffee. Because of this wonderful beginning to my Saturday, I dedicate my next million to you, so start thinking of how to spend it," he teased. "You're just going to have to learn to accept my money."

"Hah, you can give it to me any time," Bobbi replied, eyes going a little wide as her brain caught up to her mouth. "I mean, I can learn to take it. The money. Just nothing that big, moneywise, financially." Beat. "Right, so I'll talk to you later, have a good rest of your weekend!" She threw the bag and cups into the wastebasket then waved before making a beeline to the door because wow.

To his credit, Warren waited until he hear the door close before dissolving in laughter. Turned out the unshakeable Bobbi Morse wasn't made of stone after all.

Now how was he suppose to concentrate on work with the thoughts of Bobbi playing with his wings...