incorrigible;

Walk away then. See ya, Reese.

I’m not being coy, I’m simply saying I’m not someone you can call whenever you’re horny. That was a one-time thing. How about you get off your lazy ass and find someone else.

Ugh, you're so irritating. 

I’m not your toy, Reese. What’s the matter? Can’t get anyone else?

It's a little late to try playing coy, Ally, and please-- I could have anyone I want, but I'm bored and lazy so it'd be easier for me if you'd make your way to my room and save me the trouble.

Oh, so I’m a form of entertainment? I don’t think so. Go find a pretty girl to take advantage of.

Isn't that what I'm doing here?

You’d think this place would be more exciting?

You're just a boring person.

Jimmy Woo | Ryleigh & Reese

Running his calloused hands over the stubble framing his strong jawline, Reese raised his burnt amber eyes to the mirror where they stared emptily. He had just awoken from a long overdue sleep, cutting through most of his day in Amsterdam as the sky had already darkened and the clock flashed nine. Fuck, he was running late. Earlier that day, too early for Reese to have been walking back from the redlight district clubs, he had run into Ryleigh and, in a groggy and half drunk attempt to subdue possible drama he had put forth effort to be uncharacteristically kind. Though he was sure she could see through him, it wasn't long before he was caught off guard by an invitation to accompany her to one of the more exclusive clubs, Jimmy Woo. Reese had scoped the bar out earlier in the week and, by the line of overly dressed persons waiting in a long line that nearly wrapped around the building, he had scratched it off of his to-do list. Unsure of if the lanky girl's invitation was a reality, he clicked his phone and checked his messages, their short back and forth confirming the time confirming the night's plans. Not bothering to shave, Reese's look was grungy as he settled on a pair of black jeans and a black and white plaid shirt over a simple white tee. He stepped into a pair of black combat boots and ran a hand through his hair before shoving his wallet, phone, and hotel key into his pocket and shuffling out of his room. It was ten past nine by the time he had reached the lobby and his focus wandered over unfamiliar faces until he spotted a petite girl sitting at the bar.

I think we’re past that, don’t worry. And what a gentleman, wow. Amsterdam has worked wonders on you. 

Good. Don't get used to it, but er-- I'll meet you out front at 9? 

I wouldn’t flatter myself quite yet! But you can’t be too bad, especially since you seem to be in a good mood tonight. Why not? 

Alright, as long as you promise not to make a fool out of yourself again, I'm in. I'll even cover the cab, y'know, cause I'm such a good guy.

Alright, Reese. Kudos for being a decent guy today; I can tell you’re trying really hard, but it’s a little… unusual coming from you. Why don’t you come with me to see if we can get into Jimmy Woo tonight?

God, thanks. It's harder than I thought, but did I just hear you right? Did Ryleigh Lexson actually invite me to spend time with her? You must like me more than you let on.

Not too shabby. I’ve been over to Suzie Wong a few times, but I’ve really been wanting to get into Jimmy Woo. The line is always so long though, and I hear it’s pretty hard to get into. Aside from sleazy strip clubs, what have you been doing? 

Oh, mhm. Yeah, okay…. Er, I’ve been checking out the redlight district, bars and such. I ate at a burger place today and it was pretty good. Guess I haven’t done anything too exciting. The accents here are weird.

I think one night without insults would be very much appreciated.

I suppose I can manage that. So er, how's Amsterdam been treating you?

As twisted as that is, it’s probably one of the nicest things you’ve said to me. I think?

Guess all the lap dances left me in a good mood. Would you rather me rattle up some insults?

Oh please, I can see how filthy it is from a mile away. 

I bet you'd make one hell of a call girl, little lady. Maybe you should audition, I bet you'd ring in the big bucks.

I wouldn’t necessarily call it beautiful, but if you say so Reese.

Don’t knock it ‘til you try it, darlin’.

Out of everything there is to see here, you would waste your time at a strip club.

It's a beautiful thing, Ry, you shouldn't be so judgemental.