Envy's Apartment (That Gideon Is Paying For), New York, Thursday FT

[whenshewasnice]

The album release preparations were in full swing. Some things had been locked down already, namely the date and the venue of the party. Other things... Well, it was late in the evening, but a courier had just dropped off a bunch of sketches of potential costumes for Envy to wear on her big night.

(He'd hoped Gideon would've come by with the sketches himself. But he seemed to be working around the clock, always micromanaging something or other. Wasn't her turn tonight.)

They were elaborate designs. There were wings, there was fur, and all manner of positively avantgarde contraptions. Nothing like the simple robe she had on while she was sitting on her couch and going through them. Not that she needed them to be anything like her robe – they had to be something that would make an impression. Something with the power and potential to be iconic.

Still. She wasn't sure whether they were fully her.

Sighing, she set the sketches down. Maybe she'd worked long enough for today. On things that had to do with her career, anyway, because almost despite herself, she found herself picking up her phone. She'd been putting this off. Telling herself there was nothing to do. She found the number in her contacts. Pressed the call button, and brought the phone to her ear.

Hey, maybe he'd be too busy to pick up. Or maybe the signal wouldn't even go through. The multiverse was big and wide, even if you weren't Starfleet.

[ooc: NFB, the call is for he that knows who he is, but can be open for other calls and stuff if that's your kind of thing. Along with SP.]

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[pursuedthestars]

"Do you?" Jim wasn't going to let it go that easily. "Why? Probably a bunch of hokey words in there."

[whenshewasnice]

"Maybe I need the guidance anyway, no matter how hokey it may be."

No.

Envy shrugged one shoulder. "Or maybe I need something else."

[pursuedthestars]

"And what is it that you need?" Jim asked her, curious. "I'd have to sneak you into my room so have to give me a good reason."

[whenshewasnice]

"Oh wow, no one's snuck me anywhere in a while," Envy told him in a half-purr. She leaned forward, and used her free hand to crook her finger and beckon him to her. "Come closer. It's a secret."

Didn't matter that there mess hall was pretty deserted. She was doing it for the effect. For lowering her voice and making him focus on her.

[pursuedthestars]

"The rooms aren't co-ed," he explained and leaned forward as requested, one eyebrow arched.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy smirked at him from the closer proximity. And just as planned, she kept her voice low, and her gaze fixed on his.

"Maybe I need to put my lips around you."

That was just one thing, though.

[pursuedthestars]

Jim had expected something like that and his grin widened, brightened.

"You can do that right here if you just want a kiss," he pointed out.

[whenshewasnice]

"Around," Envy pointed out in turn. "Not against. There's a difference."

[pursuedthestars]

"I know what you said," Jim told her, smirking. He'd just been wanting to see if she said it again. "I think I can spare some time for you."

[whenshewasnice]

Envy could've put it a little cruder. But she was saving that for just a little later.

She let go of his hand. Picked up the fortune cookies, because she really wanted to crack those open later, and picked up whatever food was left uneaten.

"I didn't doubt that one bit."

[pursuedthestars]

"Well," Jim said, reaching to put the containers with the food still in them back in the bag. "I suggest we go before I have to kick you out and go to my briefing. Wouldn't want to waste time."

[whenshewasnice]

"You know me," Envy replied, getting to her feet. Towering over the table. "I never like to waste time, Jim."

[pursuedthestars]

"Well, I do love to waste time but not right now," he said, reaching for her hand and dragging her away. The food could be heated up later hopefully before he had to get her out of his room.

But, that was for later.

[whenshewasnice]

As much later as humanly possible.

"No dragging."

She didn't actually mind. No one dragged her places these days, either. And he had a good enough reason.