[ Tony's of a similar mind when it comes to Mrs. Kensingterry, it was why he assumed she would halve the time he'd need to ensure he could walk properly again.
However, Angela's methods do have merit. There's a lot to be said for Angela's methods as well. He puts his hand in his pocket to figure out what that was, feels the wetness involved, and looks over at her. ] You know, I'm not sure the first course quite agreed with me, all that seafood, would you mind terribly if we went home early? [ All for the benefit of that other woman at their table. ]
[Her messages always come loud and clear and bluntly even if she doesn't actually say them out loud. She cocks her head towards him, eyes darker than normal, but the rest of her face is a mostly poor imitation of somebody who is truly concerned for his health. At least it works well enough for the other woman who turns her head, looking just as worried.
Fully turning on him, she places a hand in his lap so she can slyly zip him back up as her other hand turns his face this way and that for better lighting.]
You do look kind of green to me. Maybe an allergic reaction? I'll call Happy.
[The woman, the dear heart but nosy as hell, taps Tony on the arm again to wish him well and to give him unsolicited medical advice containing some oddball mixture of prune juice, Pepto Bismol, and a shot of whiskey to ease his stomach.]
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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However, Angela's methods do have merit. There's a lot to be said for Angela's methods as well. He puts his hand in his pocket to figure out what that was, feels the wetness involved, and looks over at her. ] You know, I'm not sure the first course quite agreed with me, all that seafood, would you mind terribly if we went home early? [ All for the benefit of that other woman at their table. ]
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Fully turning on him, she places a hand in his lap so she can slyly zip him back up as her other hand turns his face this way and that for better lighting.]
You do look kind of green to me. Maybe an allergic reaction? I'll call Happy.
[The woman, the dear heart but nosy as hell, taps Tony on the arm again to wish him well and to give him unsolicited medical advice containing some oddball mixture of prune juice, Pepto Bismol, and a shot of whiskey to ease his stomach.]
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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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