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xp_logsDomino and Warren get up to shenanigans under the full moon; Dom calls in a favour.
"Have I ever told you how much I enjoy these full moon nights with you?" Warren poured himself another glass of Macallan. "I dislike most of the people in this mansion and have no desire to share my father's ill-gotten goods with them. But you, you're alright." He crossed his legs at the ankles and leaned back on his elbows. The roof was always a popular destination for everyone, but this one spot, directly in front of a large grove of trees, was his. "That being said, I have no idea why you pick the most atrocious colours for our guns. I didn't even know they made such an offensive green."
"Hey, I least I didn't go for camo," Dom said, hefting her own gun - bright pink - and aiming it at one of the trees in front of them. "Or hi-vis orange. Really you should be thanking me." She squeezed the trigger and fired off a pellet, giving a whoop as she heard it thwack against the tree trunk. "I think I'm definitely a better shot after a couple of glasses of Scotch. Maybe Syd is onto something."
Warren nodded approvingly. She was also a much better shot than he was, even if he complained that his paintball gun was broken and that's why he could never hit a target. "I don't know why you spend time with that man. He's blunt. And an asshole. Or maybe he's an asshole because he's blunt. Regardless. He's not a pleasant man to be around."
"He's fine," Dom said, "he's just grumpy because he's got no dick. You'd be an asshole too if you were dickless, admit it."
Warren instantly snorted, which caused a burning his nose, which then led to him spitting out his drink all over his pants. "That was a $800 shot you made me spill. And $5000 pants that I've just ruined." He brushed at his mouth with his arm. "And a billion dollar mind that now has a mental picture of Kevin Sydney as a eunuch." He grinned. "Well-played, my dear. Well-played."
She grinned and raised her glass in an ironic toast to him before taking a careful sip. Sure, she rolled her eyes at his flagrant flaunting of his riches, but she wasn't crazy enough to waste it. "Hey," she said then, leaning back in her chair and slinging her paintball gun across her lap. "Remember when we first met, and I saved your ass from the Windows demons?"
"No." He could barely remember the last week, let alone how many years ago. He decided to tell her that. "How am I supposed to remember a conversation we had years ago that didn't involve sex? Because, I assure you, THAT I would remember."
"Wow, your board meetings must be interesting if that's your criteria for remembering shit. Anyway, you had just made a rookie mistake and lost a bunch of data and I saved your bacon and you said you owed a favour. Yeah? Ringing any bells yet?"
"No, but a Lannister always pays his debts." Warren thought he was hilarious. "What kind of favour do you want? Does it involve nudity? Copious amounts of drugs? A getaway vehicle?"
Dom drew a bead on the tree and fired off another shot. "God, I wish. No - you know that fundraiser coming up? The one for babies with cancer or missing heads or something. Your foundation's one of the funders."
Warren couldn't help himself as he burst out laughing. "Missing heads? Wow. That would be the most pointless charity ever. I can see all the debutants a twitter about that. 'oh, did you hear? Poor Johnny was born with no head. The doctors think he can overcome it though.'" He reached up and pretended to wipe away a tear. "Oh the violins....anyways, what about my foundation?"
"They've got a bunch of seats at the fundraiser and I need one. For business reasons." She turned and gave him a Look - it was clear what sort of 'business' she meant.
"Should I make the name under Pussy Galore, SPECTRE foundation?"
"No," she said, aiming a kick a his leg. "Just put me down as your plus one."
"Ow!" He reached down and rubbed at his leg, pouting at her. "If that's how you treat me in private, what will you do to me in public? And this favour seems to not be in my benefit. How do you know I wasn't planning on forcing my assistant to attend in my stead?"
"Give her the night off! She's more than earned it. Besides you can't tell me you don't like drinking free champagne and listening to everybody kissing up to you."
Warren gave what he hoped was a humble smile. "That is my favourite activity....". Taking another drink, he reached in his pocket for his phone. A few text messages later, he turned and looked at Dom. "Two tickets reserved. One for Warren the third, and one Valentina Regal."
"Ooh, nice one." She raised her glass to him. "Y'know if your career as a millionaire asshole doesn't pan out you could always make a living inventing pseudonyms."
"BILLIONAIRE asshole, thank you," he corrected her. "And I am very talented, you have no idea." Picking up the gun, he tried to aim for one of her shots, but instead missed the mark badly. "You know, for having bird like vision, I am a terrible marksman....but we can't have people knowing I'm not perfect in every way. Let's keep this to ourselves, shall we?"
"Sure, no problem. I'll keep your secret. It'll only cost you a favour..."
"Have I ever told you how much I enjoy these full moon nights with you?" Warren poured himself another glass of Macallan. "I dislike most of the people in this mansion and have no desire to share my father's ill-gotten goods with them. But you, you're alright." He crossed his legs at the ankles and leaned back on his elbows. The roof was always a popular destination for everyone, but this one spot, directly in front of a large grove of trees, was his. "That being said, I have no idea why you pick the most atrocious colours for our guns. I didn't even know they made such an offensive green."
"Hey, I least I didn't go for camo," Dom said, hefting her own gun - bright pink - and aiming it at one of the trees in front of them. "Or hi-vis orange. Really you should be thanking me." She squeezed the trigger and fired off a pellet, giving a whoop as she heard it thwack against the tree trunk. "I think I'm definitely a better shot after a couple of glasses of Scotch. Maybe Syd is onto something."
Warren nodded approvingly. She was also a much better shot than he was, even if he complained that his paintball gun was broken and that's why he could never hit a target. "I don't know why you spend time with that man. He's blunt. And an asshole. Or maybe he's an asshole because he's blunt. Regardless. He's not a pleasant man to be around."
"He's fine," Dom said, "he's just grumpy because he's got no dick. You'd be an asshole too if you were dickless, admit it."
Warren instantly snorted, which caused a burning his nose, which then led to him spitting out his drink all over his pants. "That was a $800 shot you made me spill. And $5000 pants that I've just ruined." He brushed at his mouth with his arm. "And a billion dollar mind that now has a mental picture of Kevin Sydney as a eunuch." He grinned. "Well-played, my dear. Well-played."
She grinned and raised her glass in an ironic toast to him before taking a careful sip. Sure, she rolled her eyes at his flagrant flaunting of his riches, but she wasn't crazy enough to waste it. "Hey," she said then, leaning back in her chair and slinging her paintball gun across her lap. "Remember when we first met, and I saved your ass from the Windows demons?"
"No." He could barely remember the last week, let alone how many years ago. He decided to tell her that. "How am I supposed to remember a conversation we had years ago that didn't involve sex? Because, I assure you, THAT I would remember."
"Wow, your board meetings must be interesting if that's your criteria for remembering shit. Anyway, you had just made a rookie mistake and lost a bunch of data and I saved your bacon and you said you owed a favour. Yeah? Ringing any bells yet?"
"No, but a Lannister always pays his debts." Warren thought he was hilarious. "What kind of favour do you want? Does it involve nudity? Copious amounts of drugs? A getaway vehicle?"
Dom drew a bead on the tree and fired off another shot. "God, I wish. No - you know that fundraiser coming up? The one for babies with cancer or missing heads or something. Your foundation's one of the funders."
Warren couldn't help himself as he burst out laughing. "Missing heads? Wow. That would be the most pointless charity ever. I can see all the debutants a twitter about that. 'oh, did you hear? Poor Johnny was born with no head. The doctors think he can overcome it though.'" He reached up and pretended to wipe away a tear. "Oh the violins....anyways, what about my foundation?"
"They've got a bunch of seats at the fundraiser and I need one. For business reasons." She turned and gave him a Look - it was clear what sort of 'business' she meant.
"Should I make the name under Pussy Galore, SPECTRE foundation?"
"No," she said, aiming a kick a his leg. "Just put me down as your plus one."
"Ow!" He reached down and rubbed at his leg, pouting at her. "If that's how you treat me in private, what will you do to me in public? And this favour seems to not be in my benefit. How do you know I wasn't planning on forcing my assistant to attend in my stead?"
"Give her the night off! She's more than earned it. Besides you can't tell me you don't like drinking free champagne and listening to everybody kissing up to you."
Warren gave what he hoped was a humble smile. "That is my favourite activity....". Taking another drink, he reached in his pocket for his phone. A few text messages later, he turned and looked at Dom. "Two tickets reserved. One for Warren the third, and one Valentina Regal."
"Ooh, nice one." She raised her glass to him. "Y'know if your career as a millionaire asshole doesn't pan out you could always make a living inventing pseudonyms."
"BILLIONAIRE asshole, thank you," he corrected her. "And I am very talented, you have no idea." Picking up the gun, he tried to aim for one of her shots, but instead missed the mark badly. "You know, for having bird like vision, I am a terrible marksman....but we can't have people knowing I'm not perfect in every way. Let's keep this to ourselves, shall we?"
"Sure, no problem. I'll keep your secret. It'll only cost you a favour..."
