Thank you. [ And then he has to turn back to the other lady, thank her for the advice, and mention something about the charity she's here for, his people, her people, all that, before he can stand up and pull out Angela's chair for her. ] He should be around front by now I think.
[Such a gentleman. His chivalry will be rewarded greatly in a few minutes. Angela makes a show of putting her hand on Tony's back, somewhere along the middle of it, in that caring sort of please-don't-throw-up-on-my-shoes-because-they're-Italian kind of way as they head towards the exit of the grand hall.
The minute they're outside, she drops the act and shuffles him into the backseat of the car, straddling his hips while hitting the button to close the privacy divider.]
[ He slides into the seat with relative ease, the kind not borne of nausea whatsoever, and is quite pleased when she immediately straddles him. Happy's eyes in the rearview mirror disappear and Tony waves a short goodbye and then returns his attention to the woman in his lap. Now he can get his hands on her. Now it can be a little more fair. ]
[Not quite so fast there, Speedy. While she'll let those hands get into trouble for the moment, Angela has plans. Those plans involve her working his bowtie off as she kisses him, hungrily, like she hasn't seen him or felt him in weeks, unbuttoning his shirt as she grinds her hips slowly against his lap. Those are her plans, but they are not her only ones.]
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The minute they're outside, she drops the act and shuffles him into the backseat of the car, straddling his hips while hitting the button to close the privacy divider.]
Hi Happy. Bye Happy.
[She's sure he's used to this.]
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