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From: Aela Felice Villette
Softly pulling the sheet from the twisted grace it decorated over her aplanatic skin, Aela moved from her bed gently stepping to the floor in utter silence as to not disturb the one whom still danced with the sandman. With a tender swirl of her arm she snatched up her robe hanging from the bedpost and tossed it over petite shoulders as absent steps pulled her from the room towards the living area. She pulled back the wild lifeless strands of hair from her hazed eyes and glanced at the clock apon the far wall.
My god, she thought, 11:42pm. She hadn't slept this late in ages, well, she had every good reason to have. With a chuckle to her thoughts Aela moved towards her desk, where her newly written piece layed on top. With a faint smile she picked it up and tacked it to the board above the table on the wall.. that would be put into her journal. Her eyes took a blank glance back down on her table and thats when she noticed the small piece of fine ivory paper folded slightly. With a cluttered brow out of confusion she picked up the paper and unfolded it gently, looking to what it was from.
~216-8122 Spenser~
Now she remembered as she looks over the number and name. Lucille gave this to her a few nights ago when they spoke at the club. Spenser was a clan mate she had said, and she should get ahold of him.
With a second glance at the number she posted it up on her tack board gently and smirked. She didn't need that number really, but it was always good to have a connection to someone if she was to get anywhere in this town. Her eyes flicked over to the couch end table at the phone and she figured she better get her act together and plan for thursday.. Mason wanted her to do some reading, but perhaps this could be something more then just that, perhaps something bigger.
With a faint smile Aela picked up the phone and called the front desk, gently easing down onto the couch as she waited for the man to pick up.
"Good Evening this is Crowne Plaza Hotel, Thomas speaking, how may I help you?"
"Hello Thomas, This is Suite number 6, Aela Villette..." She spoke softly to him, scarcely audible under the noise around the desk that night.
"Miss Villette, it is nice to hear from you. Everything is suitable for you I hope?" He sounded awestruck to her calling and she could tell he was nervous under the receiver.
"Yes Thomas, everything is well in order... But I do have some requests for you."
"That is splendid Miss Villette, I have a pen right here, please tell me what I could do for you." She heard a sigh from him as she commented on his service, and wondered if he went out of her way for more things.
"I would like for you to send any calls from a Miss Mason directedly to my room if you could please, and also send up a delectable bottle of red wine, a fine selection I leave in your care."
There was a pause on the phone as Thomas called out to a few assistants to get wine and strawberries asap. Something in that urgent manner made her intrigued, and brought a smile to her face. "Everything as you requested has been seen too, And Miss Villette?"
"Yes Thomas."
"I think you would like to know that a Miss Mason has called for you last Eve, but your manner with company I was informed with, made me think it best to not disturb you, so I took a message. She left a number for you to reach her at if needed. Shall I bring it up with the wine?"
"That would be absolutely lovely Thomas, please do... and bring it yourself.. I would love to offer my appreciation to your actions on this matter in person." Her smiled lingered as she heard yet another sigh from his lips, more of a happy one then anything.
"Yes Ma'am, I shall be up there in a jiffy." He hung up the phone on his end and Aela followed in kind with a look over her shoulder towards the hallway. She stood up from the couch dropping the phone on the cushion and stepped towards her bed chamber slowly and silently, wanting to not wake her companion that slept soundly in the blackened room. To her surprise he was awake, sitting upright within the covers, smiling broadly as she entered.
"I called room service,... for us." She purred as her hands rested down on the bed and so did a knee, splitting her robe up a thigh.
"So I heard... how delightful." He mumbled back softly before their lips met in a deep kiss while a soft knock was at the door, their wine amongst other things had arrived.