Log: Bobbi and Warren, Wednesday morning

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Bobbi and Warren deal with the previous night's activities.


Ever the early riser, Warren went about his morning routine like always. Shower, blow dry, push ups, coffee, stare at Bobbi, read the paper, stare at Bobbi some more, answer emails and text messages --oh, and stare at Bobbi.

It was an interesting having sex with someone he genuinely cared about. With Jessica, there was a mutual 'like' but with Bobbi....there was something more. Now, he had to figure out what exactly that more thing was. Mind you, he thought to himself, ‎he really wasn't sure of her stance, or if something should be said. He was half tempted to call Jean, but he was fairly certain she could fry his brain, even in Japan.

There'd been some reciprocal staring from Bobbi, especially while Warren was doing his push ups, but mostly she just stayed in bed. She let him shower first, then had one herself once he was done, only to return to bed wrapped in the fancy bathrobe that came with the room.

She peeked through the room service menu for breakfast options, laying on her side with one hand propping her head up, and sneaking glances at Warren on his phone in between trying to decipher the menu.

"So," she started. "I think I've managed to figure out part of the menu, if you're up for some breakfast."

"I'm always up for anything," Warren quipped, finishing off an email. Putting his phone down (reluctantly), he leaned back in his chair and threw ‎his arm behind the back. "Order what you want. The whole menu, for all I care. I'm feeling generous today." He grinned. "Today is a good day. Right? A great day. If I open the window, I'd half-expect woodland creatures to come in singing. That kind of a day."

"Don't you dare," she laughed, instinctively closing her bathrobe a little tighter. "We don't need that much food. We mainly need coffee. Well, I mainly need coffee," Bobbi clarified. "And some eggs. And bacon. Do you think they have hashbrowns here too?" She leaned over and handed the menu over to him for his opinion, hoping he could read it better than she could at any rate.

"If they don't, I'll take over the kitchen and make you some myself," he said, giving her a wink. "But as we all know, I only travel in the best places. If this cook can't make you a decent Western style breakfast, then I think I'll have to buy it and do something about it." Warren grinned. "So I have today off, since you're a terrible assistant and gave me some time off. What could we possibly do with that time?"

"You wouldn't dare," she said, shaking her head. Of course Bobbi knew full well that Warren could and would, if he felt like it, but given the quality of the rest of the establishment she was fairly confident it wouldn't come to that. "That sounds like a terrible assistant. You should probably fire her," she said with a nod. "Though if you do have some time we can probably find something to do if we put our mind to it. After breakfast, of course, because I really am kinda starving."

"Do you want to know how I keep this excellent body?", Warren said, a smirk forming on his face. He strolled to the bed before crawling on slowly. "A fine diet of beautiful women and breakfast. I would never refuse someone delicious food. Or delicious sex. So order away, my dear. I'm sure we'll work everything off."

"I just might hold you to that," Bobbi replied, not clarifying to which part she was referring. "I feel that I have to warn you that I've got a much larger appetite than others, just so you know." She leaned over closer toward Warren, reached out with her hand and took the phone off the receiver next to the bed.

"Seriously though, I really do need to order up some coffee, whichever way we're going." It wasn't really an addiction, she just needed to have it every morning. What?