i'm a free bitch, baby

“My work is sort of on a need to know basis, but I’m police officer. I’m working on an assignment here. It’s not going anywhere really,” he said taking another sip of his drink. Tony smiled as he set down his drink hearing her indirect compliment about him being a gentleman. He loves the way she looks at him, with those beautiful bright eyes, under lush lashes. The slight curl to her lips and the glint of her lipstick.

"A work assignment," she says in a tone of noticeable delight. "How mysterious." She fancies him being James Bond, a 007 on an important secret mission. It removes the blue collar dullness and replaces it with thrills and alluring mystique. She bats her lashes and her cocoa colored eyes lock onto him as she draws up pictures of fantastical spy chases and movie villains to chase. She likes the idea of being a Bond Girl. Even if she's letting her thoughts take her away it's better than being grounded in reality. 

“Elijah.” He corrected kindly the first time. The second time it was more begrudgingly. “I’m not Ethan. I’m Elijah. What’s wrong with the tap water? Compared to other places this water is very clean.” He held the glass up to the light and watched a minimal amount of particles swirl around in it. He thought he saw Roxanne cringe. He shook his head and sighed. “Fine, I’ll get you the mineral water.” He was trying to be nice but he felt like he was being used as a servant. He brought her the mineral water in a glass. “Here.”

Roxanne looks disgusted at the sight of the particles floating in the water. She's used to clean, bottled water without the taste of any dirt or metal in it. She takes the glass of clean mineral water from Elijah and sips delicately from it. "Elijah, Ethan, there's hardly a difference," she muses. She waits for him to retrieve her bottle of nail polish and she unscrews the cap. "Actually, do you know anything about manicures?" she asks. Probably not. "Even if you don't, I'm sure you'll be fine with painting my nails. It's just such a pain to do when you're drunk."

please do this. cure my boredom <3

Elijah reached out to steady the drunken woman. She seemed too sophisticated to be hitting the bottle this hard. He knew she was a celebrity who fell on hard times and the shock of being trapped in the inn probably messed her up too but she seemed to want to drown herself in the alcohol. It was something he’d seen time and again when he was a bartender. People spilled their problems to him there and there were many repeat customers who would come to drink all their troubles away.

Roxanne stifles a belch because she doesn't want to lose any more class. "Stop it with the ma'am shit, ugh," she demands. "It makes it sound like I'm an old crone. Call me Roxy." She kicks off her other shoe because it's stopping her from walking straight as much as the alcohol. Don't need one fucking shoe when the other's broken, she thinks bitterly. "You're..." She pauses to think of his name. She knows she must have heard it at some point. "... Ethan?" she guesses incorrectly. She doesn't care, if she's wrong he'll correct her about it.