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[Elle looks soggy and annoyed and a little bit frazzled. Folks on level 5 may have recently heard a shriek because wheeee electrocution.]

Okay, seriously? Not. Funny. Whoever's behind this, I'll find you and I am totally gonna kick your ass!

[private separately to Adam and Howie, added after she calmed down and talked with T'Pol]

Why do guys like it when a girl jumps out of a cake?

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I do if you wanna bring me one.

That I can do. Five minutes.

[Elle smiled at Damon's response, and went back to talking to Howie via journal. She was at her desk, leaning away from the back of her chair so her hair and shirt didn't get it wet. Every few seconds, she glanced towards the door, waiting impatiently for Damon to show up.]

Edited 2010-08-22 00:07 (UTC)

[And show up he did, a large white towel folded in his arms. He tucked it under one and knocked with the freed hand.] Room service.

[She got up and opened the door for him.] "About time," [she said, unable to hide a smirk.]

Impertinent you. [He held the towel out, but didn't let go.] May I? [He asked, gesturing towards the interior of the room.]

[Elle grabbed the towel away from him.] "The towel delivery guy wants to come into my bedroom? And I'm the impertinent one?" [She stepped aside to let him in anyway.]

[Cue an expression of mock hurt.] Well, if you don't want me... [He turned away.]

[Elle just leaned against the doorframe and watching him, wondering how long it would take for him to turn back.]

[Without an invitation, he isn't going anywhere, so he just keeps on waling back to his room. He turns, but keeps walking.] I do want my towel back.

[Elle grinned and crooked her finger at him.] "Get back here and make sure I don't do anything bad to it, then."

And stand in the hall while you... dry off? I don't go where I'm not wanted. [But his steps slowed.]

"All I said was that you're impertinent. I didn't say I didn't want you."

No invitation is as good as a brush off.

[Did she really not know what he was, or was she playing the dumb blonde? The latter seemed more likely.]

[Elle just kept smiling and beckoned him to come closer.]

[He couldn't restrain an answering smirk and he began to backtrack towards her, halting again outside her door.]

Elle.

[Elle stood on the threshold of her room and leaned towards him, coming close enough that their noses almost touched.] "Damon." [Then she stepped away and her demeanor became more casual and less flirtatious.] "Come on in."

[His smirk widened into a full smile.] You are such a flirt. [He tuts, shaking his head. Then steps close to her as he enters.] I like it.

[Then he too steps back, dropping the intensity of his flirting and casts an eye around her room.]

[A brief look of confusion crossed Elle's face as she turned towards the bathroom and started to run the towel over her hair. She'd meant to flirt with him a little, but she was starting to realize that what she thought was flirting and what wasn't, and vice-versa, didn't always match up. She wondered how much she'd been flirting, not that it bothered her much either way.

She glanced over her shoulder and noticed him looking around.] "See anything you like?"

[He looked back at her.] Oh definitely. [And the slow smirk was back on his face.] Need a hand? [He asked, eyebrow raised.]

"I think I can handle it." [Without bothering to close the bathroom door, Elle slipped out of her wet shirt and slung it over a towel rack to dry before going back to toweling her hair.

She glanced over at him.] "But," [she added in all seriousness,] "if you feel like getting me a dry shirt, I wouldn't say no." [She gestured at the wardrobe.]

[He moved around her room, picking things up and looking at them and generally being nosy as she changed. He turned back when she returned, gave her an appreciative glance and laughed at her request, but still strolled over there, flinging open the doors and scanning the array, before picking out a pale blue top and holding it up, eyebrow raised.]

Yes? No? Burn it?

[Elle slung the towel over her shoulder and held her hand out for the shirt, smiling at him.] "Yes."

[He walked up, moving unnecessarily close to her and handed it over. Then continuing to her bed and jumping onto it, leaning back against the pillows and crossing his arms under his head.]

Feeling better?

[Elle slipped into the clean shirt and leaned against the wall next to the bed, flashing him a grin.] "So now you're staying?"

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