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xp_logsBobbi stops at home to find Warren isn't alone, and she gets to have an interesting converstion with Mel.
Warren wasn't actually sure when it had happened, but lately, he'd been finding time to disappear with Mel for a few hours here and there. Obviously Bobbi was aware, and she seemed to be amused by it. He didn't know what he had done to deserve someone like Bobbie (spoiler: nothing at all) but he was so grateful for his amazing fiancee.
Today, when Mel had texted, he was actually at the penthouse, so he thought meh, why not. There was a spare room, he wasn't going to sleep with Mel in the bed he shared with Bobbi (there were SOME boundaries), and honestly, why not? He had a really nice place. So he buzzed her up, they had fun, and now, he was in a robe by the kitchen island, talking to Mel about fizzy water because that seemed to make sense.
"...anyways, that's why San Pelligrino is vastly superior to Perrier. I don't understand all this White Claw business either. If you want to drink and not have calories, just do water and vodka. Simple."
Mel nodded along like she had ever had any of the drinks he was talking about and sipped her glass of (still) water. If she had learned anything about Warren, it was that he liked to talk, and she didn’t mind listening. “Sounds it.”
Shifting in her seat on a barstool, Mel gave a bit of a stretch. It did feel a bit weird to be in Warren’s actual place, but she wasn’t going to let it phase her. It had been weirder before.
"Thank you for validating my feelings," Warren said, leaning over the island to give her a kiss. "That's very meaningful. You're sweet." A beep distracted him and he went over to his phone. Stupid Jones, he thought to himself as he read over an email. One day, he hoped someone else could be even more incompetent so he could fire Jones. It would make things easier. "I gotta deal with this and make an angry phone call. Please, go to the fridge, and grab something to eat. I'll be right back."
“Mkay, have fun!” Mel watched him go and slid off the stool, wrapping the robe Warren had offered earlier around herself properly. (Yes, she did have some shame.) She wandered over to the fridge, more out of curiosity than actual hunger.
And wow, the earlier discussion suddenly made a lot more sense. How could he have seven different types of sparkling water? Mel shook her head and poked around some more, a jar of bright blue something catching her eye. Sea Moss Gel- what even? She eyed it incredulously. Why would anyone eat this?
"God, please, take that with you when you go. He won't notice, promise," Bobbi said from the other side of the room, having just appeared and catching the sight of a robe-wrapped Mel peeking inside of their fridge. "I think he bought it online somewhere, maybe a Facebook ad, who knows with him." She shrugged and pushed off of the wall to walk closer.
"Not sure if we've formally met or not, but I'm Bobbi. Nice to meet you," she said with a little wave. "And no need to worry about handshaking or anything," she chuckled, noting her state of dress... or undress, as it was, and figuring it would be best to skip that formality for the time being. "I've heard a lot of great things about you," she added with a smile.
Mel made a noise, nearly dropping the jar. Had she been vaguely aware of Bobbi and their arrangement? Yes. But being aware and meeting her in her apartment were two very different things.
“Hi,” she offered weakly. “Nice to meet ya too.” Putting the sea moss back in the fridge, Mel mentally calculated how quickly she could find her clothes and leave… but then she would have know where the spare bedroom was… God, that was the spare bedroom right? “Um-“
"What are you doing?" Bobbi said, sighing and walking over towards her... then taking the sea moss out and putting it back into her hands. "I'm begging you, he wouldn't shut up about this stuff, it tastes like crap and turns my stomach just to see it in there. You can just chuck it if you'd like but if you take it then that's plausible deniability for me, win-win, yeah?"
She chuckled and reached back into the fridge, taking out three bottles of water, handing her one, putting one on the counter, and opening one to take a swig herself. "What do you think of the place, by the way? I helped decorate it, by which I mean I told Warren's people my favourite colours before we flew back home and they did it all. So if you hate it, well." She shrugged again with a playful smirk. "Plausible deniability, right?"
“Oh, um- thank you? An’ it’s very nice. The place, that is.” Mel stood there awkwardly holding the sea moss gel and the water bottle, willing herself to be chill. Politeness overrode her urge to run from mortification. “You enjoyin’ being back? Must be awful different than Europe.”
Warren prided himself on his Bobbi-radar, so when he heard her speaking, he popped out quickly to the kitchen, phone still next to his ear. He gave Bobbi a kiss on the cheek, smacked her butt and smiled. "Glad you girls have met, makes it easier on me,' he whispered loudly away from the phone before moving it back. "No, I'm not calling you a girl. Why would I do that?....because of your handshake? Jesus, Thompson -- get therapy." And off he went back to the office to talk some more.
"There's a joke there about wanting to make it harder but I'll take the high road. For now," she replied, tilting her cheek into the kiss and grinning at the butt smacking. She rolled her eyes at Mel, who surely knew what he was like by now, and was still there even so, which only made the smirk on her face grow a little bigger.
"I am enjoying it, it's very different indeed but I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it," she said, hopping up to sit onto the counter before taking another mouthful of water. "Europe is nice and all, and I thought I could see us retiring there, but, well... I guess I wasn't as ready for that as I thought," she mused, staring off out the apartment's enormous window before turning back to Mel. "Sorry, listen to me rambling away. How're things going with you? I know you weren't around when we left, have you been here for long?"
“Oh no worries! M’glad yer settlin’ in again.” She shifted her hold on the gel to be a bit more comfortable. “I’ve been up here a few months now. Some things happened at home and it weren’t safe to stay. Dunno if I’ll get to go back anytime soon,” Mel shrugged, trying to be vague enough to not have to dive into all her drama. “Very different, like you said. Not bad, but not what I’m used to.” This was only accentuated by her out-of-place-ness in the moment.
"Ahh, family stuff. Say no more," she said with a curt nod. She'd been pretty fortunate to avoid that from her own relatives, for the most part, but Warren's family more than made up for that lack.
"Well, good, glad it's not bad for you. And if you ever need anything, feel free to reach out, yeah? It took me a while to get used to things here when I first settled in, so I can relate to that... not to presume I know your situation, of course, but the offer stands if you ever need an ear or just someone to get away from things for a while. Lord knows I can use a break from Wings every now and then," she joked with a playful wink.
Mel laughed lightly. “Thank you, I ‘ppreciate it, really.”
Realizing that she was still in a robe and it was getting a bit late, she said “I, um, should probably get goin’ and, yknow.” She made a vague ‘getting dressed’ gesture. “It was real nice meetin’ you though.”
A voice boomed through the penthouse. "I'm naked and happy to entertain anyone and whoever."
If Mel had been pink before, she was now bright red. What was even her life. “Er-“
"Annnnd speaking of needing a break, that's my cue to leave you to it," Bobbi said with a smirk. "Just don't break him, please, I need him to be able to consummate the wedding so I can lock down that sweet, sweet future alimony," she added, loud enough for him to overhear. "Other than that, have fun you two." She gave Mel a little wave before heading for the door.
Mel just stood there and watched her go, cluthcing the sea moss gel in one hand and the water bottle in the other, thoroughly mortified. “Um, thanks.. I won’t!” She cringed and flushed some more.
Warren wasn't actually sure when it had happened, but lately, he'd been finding time to disappear with Mel for a few hours here and there. Obviously Bobbi was aware, and she seemed to be amused by it. He didn't know what he had done to deserve someone like Bobbie (spoiler: nothing at all) but he was so grateful for his amazing fiancee.
Today, when Mel had texted, he was actually at the penthouse, so he thought meh, why not. There was a spare room, he wasn't going to sleep with Mel in the bed he shared with Bobbi (there were SOME boundaries), and honestly, why not? He had a really nice place. So he buzzed her up, they had fun, and now, he was in a robe by the kitchen island, talking to Mel about fizzy water because that seemed to make sense.
"...anyways, that's why San Pelligrino is vastly superior to Perrier. I don't understand all this White Claw business either. If you want to drink and not have calories, just do water and vodka. Simple."
Mel nodded along like she had ever had any of the drinks he was talking about and sipped her glass of (still) water. If she had learned anything about Warren, it was that he liked to talk, and she didn’t mind listening. “Sounds it.”
Shifting in her seat on a barstool, Mel gave a bit of a stretch. It did feel a bit weird to be in Warren’s actual place, but she wasn’t going to let it phase her. It had been weirder before.
"Thank you for validating my feelings," Warren said, leaning over the island to give her a kiss. "That's very meaningful. You're sweet." A beep distracted him and he went over to his phone. Stupid Jones, he thought to himself as he read over an email. One day, he hoped someone else could be even more incompetent so he could fire Jones. It would make things easier. "I gotta deal with this and make an angry phone call. Please, go to the fridge, and grab something to eat. I'll be right back."
“Mkay, have fun!” Mel watched him go and slid off the stool, wrapping the robe Warren had offered earlier around herself properly. (Yes, she did have some shame.) She wandered over to the fridge, more out of curiosity than actual hunger.
And wow, the earlier discussion suddenly made a lot more sense. How could he have seven different types of sparkling water? Mel shook her head and poked around some more, a jar of bright blue something catching her eye. Sea Moss Gel- what even? She eyed it incredulously. Why would anyone eat this?
"God, please, take that with you when you go. He won't notice, promise," Bobbi said from the other side of the room, having just appeared and catching the sight of a robe-wrapped Mel peeking inside of their fridge. "I think he bought it online somewhere, maybe a Facebook ad, who knows with him." She shrugged and pushed off of the wall to walk closer.
"Not sure if we've formally met or not, but I'm Bobbi. Nice to meet you," she said with a little wave. "And no need to worry about handshaking or anything," she chuckled, noting her state of dress... or undress, as it was, and figuring it would be best to skip that formality for the time being. "I've heard a lot of great things about you," she added with a smile.
Mel made a noise, nearly dropping the jar. Had she been vaguely aware of Bobbi and their arrangement? Yes. But being aware and meeting her in her apartment were two very different things.
“Hi,” she offered weakly. “Nice to meet ya too.” Putting the sea moss back in the fridge, Mel mentally calculated how quickly she could find her clothes and leave… but then she would have know where the spare bedroom was… God, that was the spare bedroom right? “Um-“
"What are you doing?" Bobbi said, sighing and walking over towards her... then taking the sea moss out and putting it back into her hands. "I'm begging you, he wouldn't shut up about this stuff, it tastes like crap and turns my stomach just to see it in there. You can just chuck it if you'd like but if you take it then that's plausible deniability for me, win-win, yeah?"
She chuckled and reached back into the fridge, taking out three bottles of water, handing her one, putting one on the counter, and opening one to take a swig herself. "What do you think of the place, by the way? I helped decorate it, by which I mean I told Warren's people my favourite colours before we flew back home and they did it all. So if you hate it, well." She shrugged again with a playful smirk. "Plausible deniability, right?"
“Oh, um- thank you? An’ it’s very nice. The place, that is.” Mel stood there awkwardly holding the sea moss gel and the water bottle, willing herself to be chill. Politeness overrode her urge to run from mortification. “You enjoyin’ being back? Must be awful different than Europe.”
Warren prided himself on his Bobbi-radar, so when he heard her speaking, he popped out quickly to the kitchen, phone still next to his ear. He gave Bobbi a kiss on the cheek, smacked her butt and smiled. "Glad you girls have met, makes it easier on me,' he whispered loudly away from the phone before moving it back. "No, I'm not calling you a girl. Why would I do that?....because of your handshake? Jesus, Thompson -- get therapy." And off he went back to the office to talk some more.
"There's a joke there about wanting to make it harder but I'll take the high road. For now," she replied, tilting her cheek into the kiss and grinning at the butt smacking. She rolled her eyes at Mel, who surely knew what he was like by now, and was still there even so, which only made the smirk on her face grow a little bigger.
"I am enjoying it, it's very different indeed but I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it," she said, hopping up to sit onto the counter before taking another mouthful of water. "Europe is nice and all, and I thought I could see us retiring there, but, well... I guess I wasn't as ready for that as I thought," she mused, staring off out the apartment's enormous window before turning back to Mel. "Sorry, listen to me rambling away. How're things going with you? I know you weren't around when we left, have you been here for long?"
“Oh no worries! M’glad yer settlin’ in again.” She shifted her hold on the gel to be a bit more comfortable. “I’ve been up here a few months now. Some things happened at home and it weren’t safe to stay. Dunno if I’ll get to go back anytime soon,” Mel shrugged, trying to be vague enough to not have to dive into all her drama. “Very different, like you said. Not bad, but not what I’m used to.” This was only accentuated by her out-of-place-ness in the moment.
"Ahh, family stuff. Say no more," she said with a curt nod. She'd been pretty fortunate to avoid that from her own relatives, for the most part, but Warren's family more than made up for that lack.
"Well, good, glad it's not bad for you. And if you ever need anything, feel free to reach out, yeah? It took me a while to get used to things here when I first settled in, so I can relate to that... not to presume I know your situation, of course, but the offer stands if you ever need an ear or just someone to get away from things for a while. Lord knows I can use a break from Wings every now and then," she joked with a playful wink.
Mel laughed lightly. “Thank you, I ‘ppreciate it, really.”
Realizing that she was still in a robe and it was getting a bit late, she said “I, um, should probably get goin’ and, yknow.” She made a vague ‘getting dressed’ gesture. “It was real nice meetin’ you though.”
A voice boomed through the penthouse. "I'm naked and happy to entertain anyone and whoever."
If Mel had been pink before, she was now bright red. What was even her life. “Er-“
"Annnnd speaking of needing a break, that's my cue to leave you to it," Bobbi said with a smirk. "Just don't break him, please, I need him to be able to consummate the wedding so I can lock down that sweet, sweet future alimony," she added, loud enough for him to overhear. "Other than that, have fun you two." She gave Mel a little wave before heading for the door.
Mel just stood there and watched her go, cluthcing the sea moss gel in one hand and the water bottle in the other, thoroughly mortified. “Um, thanks.. I won’t!” She cringed and flushed some more.
