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xp_logs(backdated)Alani pays Bobbi and Warren a visit after receiving their Christmas card.
It sucked that the Mansion was all exploded...sucked for those who only had that option. Warren was always grateful that he had his penthouse as back up. It was his favourite place truly, his first apartment that he bought on his own and it was ostentatious as fuck.
He was currently lounging in bed, face in a pillow when he heard the intercom buzzing. "Luzzzzzzz", he called out. "Luz!" And then remembered he'd been benevolent and given her the holidays off. Bobbi was also ignoring it for whatever reason but Warren was sure this was all a conspiracy to get him out of bed. Reluctantly and full of loathing, he padded to the intercom.
"What."
"Apologies, Mr. Worthington, but you have a guest who is not on my approval list. A young woman by the name of Alani?"
"Don't know her." He hung up and then suddenly opened his eyes wider. Clicking the button, he hurriedly said, "Oh! Rasheed, yes, I do know her. Send her up."
Oops.
There had been an awkward exchange after the second call down, as Alani had been apologizing and ready to walk back onto the slushy street before she was instead waved back and allowed into the elevator. She had tried to say she was fine with the stairs, but once the door had closed to Rasheed's affirming that she would not enjoy walking up 'all those stairs,' she idly watched the numbers go up and up... and up.
When the door finally opened again, she found herself facing Warren, white wings unfurled, and she almost told him she looked like an angel again. Almost. Instead, upon stepping into the apartment, her eyes found those of the blonde woman she'd never seen. "I, uh, I think there's been a mistake?"
"What did Warren do now?" Bobbi asked on reflex. "I mean, hi there, I'm Bobbi," she said, giving her a little wave before adding, "and what did Warren do now?" She'd never met the other woman before but she knew that she wouldn't have been buzzed up or allowed on the elevator unless one of them had okayed it so Warren must have, and at the word mistake, well. She didn't need to tap into her private investigator skills to do that simple arithmetic.
Warren gave a snort. "It's Christmas! Even I know better than to fuck around right now." He turned away, interest lost, as he walked towards the kitchen.
Waving an arm behind him, he added "Bobbi, Alani. Alani, Bobbi. I vaguely think she works at XFI. She also might not. Anybody want a cinnamon bun?"
“Uh, yes please, actually, and I don’t work for XFI, I’m just friends with Alex and Arthur… and Sam, weird that all those blonde guys are there.” She was speaking out loud and flushed, suddenly remembering the topic of her visit. "Such a pleasure to meet you, Bobbi. Sorry to disturb you so early in the morning, but I think there's been a mistake of some form?" As she spoke, she'd begun to open her bag, grabbing an envelope from the main pocket to offer it to the woman. "I think maybe I got a donation envelope or something, because it seems like you accidentally gave me two thousand dollars."
"Nothing wrong with blondes, right?" Bobbi teased her with a small smirk. "And you're not disturbing us at all, promise." They would've told them downstairs not to let anyone up if that were the case, but she felt weird saying that for some reason so she didn't.
She frowned at the mention of an envelope and walked closer toward Alani to get a better look. "Huh, can I see that, please? It looks like our Christmas card," she said, squinting then nodding at the familiar cover with corgis on it. "And... wait, I told Warren to put a little money in them... h-how did you say you had again?" she asked, looking nervously to her before casting a much less nervous, much more furious look in Warren's direction.
"Two thousand," he said around a mouthful of cinnamon bun. He'd have to work on the sticky factor. Maybe a bit more milk.... "Didn't you tell me to just put in whatever bills I had on me?"
"Two thousand dollars?!" she repeated, having clearly heard him but needing to say it out loud just the same. "I... you gave everyone two thousand dollars in our cards? What the fuck, Warren? Seriously?!" Bobbi waved her hands in the air, gesticulating wildly. "I thought you had like, I dunno, twenties or fifties on you!"
Warren looked at Bobbi confused. "Why would I have twenties on me if I wasn't going to a strip club? You ask silly questions." He looked at Alani and squinted. "Wait, are you trying to give me back money that I forgot existed? I'm slowly understanding this here. Keep it. Invest in porn or something. I don't know. I don't want it back. I've probably already written it off, and you wouldn't want me to pay my decent share of taxes, would you?"
"Donated it," Alani supplied quickly after swallowing her own mouthful of cinnamon bun. "I thought you'd meant for that to happen so I came over with the thank you card from a homeless teen organization I've worked with because I know they provide for some of my students. These are really good, oh my god."
"You might've been for all I know." she muttered, taking one of the buns and sighing. "Another sticky situation," she murmured, half-tempted to throw the bun at him, but then she bit it and... "...oh fuck me, these are good," she admitted in a defeated tone. "Babe, you can't just give people, like, a month's gross pay in a Christmas card," she said, even though Bobbi knew it would go in one ear and out the other. "I... well, if Alani donated it, that's good at least," she said, giving the woman an apologetic grin.
"See? Everyone's happy. Why are we complaining?" It really had gone in one ear and out the other. Warren had already moved on, and started to blather on about how he hoped people would spend it on stupid things because that's what he preferred. "I guess charity can be dumb too if it's mismanaged, but you're smarter than that, so ....do you want more money to just spend stupidly on yourself? I'm fine with that. You shouldn't be cheated out of a good present."
Alani tried to open her mouth to say something but sucked in her bit of bun instead. After a moment of coughing, hand coming up to hit her sternum a couple of times, she looked at Warren in utter confusion. Like this was some philosophical test she'd been thrown into without any notice. "Uh, no, no, that's okay. How about we call the cinnamon bun gift enough and I leave you and Bobbi to your morning." This was said with a slight smile, towards the blonde woman.
"You sure? You know he won't give up that easily," Bobbi said, knowing him well enough to confidently state as much. "At least take another few for the road, or else we'll just eat 'em all," she said, moving about to find some spare Tupperware to pack up some more cinnamon rolls for Alani, pausing before walking past Warren and raising a single finger - her index, for the record - and squinting at him, the words 'DON'T' hanging heavily in the air even as they remained unspoken.
Warren had a comment, something along the lines of giving up is for virgins, but he wisely kept his mouth shut and nodded. "Yeah, take them. It'll give me an excuse to make more later."
"Alright then, perfect, I'll leave the card, happy holidays," Alani chirped brightly as she accepted the buns. It was free treats for her students, who was she to argue.
It sucked that the Mansion was all exploded...sucked for those who only had that option. Warren was always grateful that he had his penthouse as back up. It was his favourite place truly, his first apartment that he bought on his own and it was ostentatious as fuck.
He was currently lounging in bed, face in a pillow when he heard the intercom buzzing. "Luzzzzzzz", he called out. "Luz!" And then remembered he'd been benevolent and given her the holidays off. Bobbi was also ignoring it for whatever reason but Warren was sure this was all a conspiracy to get him out of bed. Reluctantly and full of loathing, he padded to the intercom.
"What."
"Apologies, Mr. Worthington, but you have a guest who is not on my approval list. A young woman by the name of Alani?"
"Don't know her." He hung up and then suddenly opened his eyes wider. Clicking the button, he hurriedly said, "Oh! Rasheed, yes, I do know her. Send her up."
Oops.
There had been an awkward exchange after the second call down, as Alani had been apologizing and ready to walk back onto the slushy street before she was instead waved back and allowed into the elevator. She had tried to say she was fine with the stairs, but once the door had closed to Rasheed's affirming that she would not enjoy walking up 'all those stairs,' she idly watched the numbers go up and up... and up.
When the door finally opened again, she found herself facing Warren, white wings unfurled, and she almost told him she looked like an angel again. Almost. Instead, upon stepping into the apartment, her eyes found those of the blonde woman she'd never seen. "I, uh, I think there's been a mistake?"
"What did Warren do now?" Bobbi asked on reflex. "I mean, hi there, I'm Bobbi," she said, giving her a little wave before adding, "and what did Warren do now?" She'd never met the other woman before but she knew that she wouldn't have been buzzed up or allowed on the elevator unless one of them had okayed it so Warren must have, and at the word mistake, well. She didn't need to tap into her private investigator skills to do that simple arithmetic.
Warren gave a snort. "It's Christmas! Even I know better than to fuck around right now." He turned away, interest lost, as he walked towards the kitchen.
Waving an arm behind him, he added "Bobbi, Alani. Alani, Bobbi. I vaguely think she works at XFI. She also might not. Anybody want a cinnamon bun?"
“Uh, yes please, actually, and I don’t work for XFI, I’m just friends with Alex and Arthur… and Sam, weird that all those blonde guys are there.” She was speaking out loud and flushed, suddenly remembering the topic of her visit. "Such a pleasure to meet you, Bobbi. Sorry to disturb you so early in the morning, but I think there's been a mistake of some form?" As she spoke, she'd begun to open her bag, grabbing an envelope from the main pocket to offer it to the woman. "I think maybe I got a donation envelope or something, because it seems like you accidentally gave me two thousand dollars."
"Nothing wrong with blondes, right?" Bobbi teased her with a small smirk. "And you're not disturbing us at all, promise." They would've told them downstairs not to let anyone up if that were the case, but she felt weird saying that for some reason so she didn't.
She frowned at the mention of an envelope and walked closer toward Alani to get a better look. "Huh, can I see that, please? It looks like our Christmas card," she said, squinting then nodding at the familiar cover with corgis on it. "And... wait, I told Warren to put a little money in them... h-how did you say you had again?" she asked, looking nervously to her before casting a much less nervous, much more furious look in Warren's direction.
"Two thousand," he said around a mouthful of cinnamon bun. He'd have to work on the sticky factor. Maybe a bit more milk.... "Didn't you tell me to just put in whatever bills I had on me?"
"Two thousand dollars?!" she repeated, having clearly heard him but needing to say it out loud just the same. "I... you gave everyone two thousand dollars in our cards? What the fuck, Warren? Seriously?!" Bobbi waved her hands in the air, gesticulating wildly. "I thought you had like, I dunno, twenties or fifties on you!"
Warren looked at Bobbi confused. "Why would I have twenties on me if I wasn't going to a strip club? You ask silly questions." He looked at Alani and squinted. "Wait, are you trying to give me back money that I forgot existed? I'm slowly understanding this here. Keep it. Invest in porn or something. I don't know. I don't want it back. I've probably already written it off, and you wouldn't want me to pay my decent share of taxes, would you?"
"Donated it," Alani supplied quickly after swallowing her own mouthful of cinnamon bun. "I thought you'd meant for that to happen so I came over with the thank you card from a homeless teen organization I've worked with because I know they provide for some of my students. These are really good, oh my god."
"You might've been for all I know." she muttered, taking one of the buns and sighing. "Another sticky situation," she murmured, half-tempted to throw the bun at him, but then she bit it and... "...oh fuck me, these are good," she admitted in a defeated tone. "Babe, you can't just give people, like, a month's gross pay in a Christmas card," she said, even though Bobbi knew it would go in one ear and out the other. "I... well, if Alani donated it, that's good at least," she said, giving the woman an apologetic grin.
"See? Everyone's happy. Why are we complaining?" It really had gone in one ear and out the other. Warren had already moved on, and started to blather on about how he hoped people would spend it on stupid things because that's what he preferred. "I guess charity can be dumb too if it's mismanaged, but you're smarter than that, so ....do you want more money to just spend stupidly on yourself? I'm fine with that. You shouldn't be cheated out of a good present."
Alani tried to open her mouth to say something but sucked in her bit of bun instead. After a moment of coughing, hand coming up to hit her sternum a couple of times, she looked at Warren in utter confusion. Like this was some philosophical test she'd been thrown into without any notice. "Uh, no, no, that's okay. How about we call the cinnamon bun gift enough and I leave you and Bobbi to your morning." This was said with a slight smile, towards the blonde woman.
"You sure? You know he won't give up that easily," Bobbi said, knowing him well enough to confidently state as much. "At least take another few for the road, or else we'll just eat 'em all," she said, moving about to find some spare Tupperware to pack up some more cinnamon rolls for Alani, pausing before walking past Warren and raising a single finger - her index, for the record - and squinting at him, the words 'DON'T' hanging heavily in the air even as they remained unspoken.
Warren had a comment, something along the lines of giving up is for virgins, but he wisely kept his mouth shut and nodded. "Yeah, take them. It'll give me an excuse to make more later."
"Alright then, perfect, I'll leave the card, happy holidays," Alani chirped brightly as she accepted the buns. It was free treats for her students, who was she to argue.
