01 [Saturday, February 27. 4:45 p.m.] 01 [Sonia was just out running! And now she is back, heading to the hotel room because she has nothing better to do.] 01 [She opens the door to the suite, and inside is Montana, who seated by the coffee table, his gun disassembled - he seems to be cleaning it. A pack of cards is half open next to him; seems he's also had not much better to do.] 01 [A television can be heard from Alysha and Shiho's room, as the door is half open.] 01 [Mini Start.] 06* @Sonia pushes her hood back as she walks in and eyes Montana and his cards. The hoodie and her jeans both look a bit scuffed, like they've been mashed against roads or walls or other city objects. "You and your cards." 06* Montana shrugs. "Boredom's boredom, darlin'. One of the things I can always take with me." 06* Montana finishes wiping the barrel off, then starts reassembling his gun. 06* @Sonia walks over and pokes him in the forehead with a nail. "That's what that's for." 06* Montana flicks his eyes up, looking at the lady poking him in the forehead. "Hm?" 06* @Sonia shakes her head slightly, puffballs bouncing. "Dense as always, boy." She leans down slightly, looking over her glasses. "You always got your body and your brain." 06* @Sonia adds, "Sides. If someone palms one of your cards, you'll never finish a game of solitare." 06* Montana rolls his eyes, waving Sonia's finger away. He goes back to putting the gun back together. "Finishin' ain't the point." <@Sonia> (Sorry, mom called about flights.) 06* @Sonia is silent a moment, putting her hands in her pockets as she looks at Montana repairing his gun. After a moment, she says, "If it's just about movin' your hands, there's gotta be better ways." 01 (Sokay!) 06* @Sonia pulls her gun out, and casually shoots the door shut with a slight sonic thud. 01 (Which door?) <@Sonia> (The main door, which she never closed.) 01 (Ah!) 06* Montana hehs softly. "S'pose that's true, but gotta stay movin' anyway." 06* @Sonia chuckles to herself and says, "Yeah. Movin'." 06* @Sonia rubs her neck and walks into her room. 06* Montana finishes putting the gun together while Sonia does that. 06* @Sonia walks into her room and glances around. Wonder if Montana picked up any! She heads over to where she dropped the bracelet and picks it up, holding it up to the bathroom light. 01 [Montana actually hasn't cleaned up very much. He's such a boy that way - if it doesn't have to with work and it's gotten mostly legitimately, he doesn't care about leaving it lying around.] 01 (+do) 01 [Then again, most of his stuff that isn't in category A or B isn't worth much anyhow.] 06* @Sonia will smile slightly at the poor discarded dress, then, before doing the bracelet examining. 01 [It's a lavender pearl bracelet with a gold clasp. The pearls are evenly spaced and mostly the same size, though it's not 100% perfect on that front.] 01 [Then again, they are pearls, so expecting perfect size is close to crazy.] 06* @Sonia smiles a little to herself and murmurs, "Pearls?" She puts it on again, after a moment, and then looks at herself in the mirror, rubbing a finger against her cheek. She murmurs, "You look too much like yourself. Gets you in trouble." 06* Montana walks into the room, which Sonia can probably sense, and closes the door behind him, which she can definitely hear. He heads for his luggage and starts rooting around in it. 06* @Sonia doesn't turn away from the mirror as she 'sounds' him luggage digging. 06* @Sonia does twist the bracelet on her wrist slightly, though, before undoing her hair bands and letting her hair poof out afro-like. She hrms to herself. 06* Montana finds a few items and sequesters them away on his person: boot, the other boot, pocket, hat. 06* @Sonia murmurs, "What, you lose your knives last night?" 01 Lost 'em this mornin'. Can get them through, but wasn't worth it. 06* @Sonia says, more loudly, "Was askin' about the diggin' and stuffin', boy." 06* Montana frowns and says, annoyed, "And I was *answerin'*, woman." 06* @Sonia frowns a touch too as she pulls her hair up all behind her head a moment and hrms. 06* Montana stands and approaches Sonia from behind. He's not trying to be sneaky, either. "Hair problems?" 06* @Sonia shakes her head and lets go, the colored parts going to either side of her head as the afro poofs out again. "Just thinkin' I've been looking like this too long." 06* Montana nods, looking at the Sonia in the mirror. 01 You thinkin' a new dye job too? 06* @Sonia shrugs a little. "Probably, and maybe braid it back." 06* @Sonia looks at Montana in the mirror. She pauses a moment, then says, "Guessin' you got an opinion." 01 Nah. Well. Don't think you should straighten it much. 06* @Sonia nods. After a moment, she says quietly, "Don't usually do that unless somethin' goes down." 06* @Sonia continues, quietly, "Wonder how long it'll be until that happens, you know." 06* Montana just nods. 06* @Sonia looks at him in the mirror again, taking off her shades and leaning forward on both hands. 06* Montana watches the Sonia in the mirror, then turns his attention to the hair in front of him and reaches out, touching it tentatively. If Sonia doesn't kill him, he starts messing with it, seeing how it falls (or doesn't). 06* @Sonia 's hair really doesn't fall so much, it's naturally more like an afro and it isn't too overly long. She chuckles slightly and says quietly, "You a hair stylist for hire too?" 06* Montana chuckles. "Ain't hardly." 01 What's wrong with the way it is? 06* @Sonia shrugs. "Nothin'. But I don't want to be recognized." 06* Montana ohs and then grins, looking at the Sonia in the mirror. "Could wear a hat." 06* @Sonia half-smiles and says, "Pretty sure I did last night. Usually go with the hood, though." 06* Montana runs his fingers through her hair, starting at the bottom, fluffing it out even more. "You thinkin' the little braids then?" 06* @Sonia nods. "Yeah. Cornrows." She squints with a slight smile. "What you doin', boy?" 01 Aaaah, just lookin'. Got any dinner plans? 06* Montana keeps playing with Sonia's hair as he talks. 06* @Sonia shakes her head slightly. "If there were snakes, pretty sure we woudla found 'em before." A small pause as she tenses a moment, then slowly adds, "No plans." 01 Me neither. Boring as sin earlier, with Gordo holed up and the boss lady schemin' or whatever she does over there. Nigel and Shiho headed out pretty much right after you did. 06* @Sonia huhs, then says, "You wanna grab something, then." 01 When they get back. 'm technically on the job, y'know. 06* Montana grins. "And I'm an honest employee." 06* @Sonia chuckles and says, "You do make it worth the money." She rubs her neck a moment, then adds, "And if they don't get back?" 06* Montana sweeps hair away from Sonia's face, holding it there. "Then I guess it's room service." 06* @Sonia is silent a moment, fidgeting with her bracelet, then murmurs, "Startin' to feel weird." 06* Montana drops his hands from Sonia's hair. "Sorry." 06* @Sonia murmurs, "Happens." She turns towards Montana and leans back on her hands, facing him glassesless. "It wasn't... bad," she says hesitantly. "Okay?" 06* Montana has since taken a step back, but he does meet her gaze as she says that. And he nods, slowly. 06* @Sonia stays leaning back a moment, then she shrugs with one shoulder and half-smiles at him. "So d'you really just dig out more crap to put in your boots?" 06* Montana smiles a little crookedly. "Yeah, I really did." 06* @Sonia pulls out a piece of candy and actually jumps up slightly to sit on the edge of the sink area, swinging her feet. "What?" she asks, before chewing on it. 06* Montana smiles more fully at that. "In my boots or in general?" 06* @Sonia gestures absently with her hand. "I ain't even sure what you mean there, so just go nuts." 06* Montana shrugs. "Right now, I got 'bout four lockpicks, a switchblade, gun, and whip, a wire cutter, glass cutter, one of them little soldering things, a zipline, phone, lighter, flashlight, and a pair 'a handcuffs." 06* @Sonia purses her lips as he describes, then nods and says, "Not bad. You're so... retro." 06* @Sonia gets a little smirk before she adds, "Low tech. Hands on." 06* Montana tips his hat to Sonia. "Found it generally works." 06* @Sonia smiles a little. "Yeah... yeah it does." 06* Montana sits back, on the edge of the bed closest to the mirror and Sonia. "How 'bout you, darlin'?" 06* @Sonia tilts her head, then says, "What I'm packing?" 01 Sure. Pretty sure you kill me on the tech department. 06* @Sonia chuckles slightly, but doesn't answer immediately. She does say, "Two types of sonic detonators, one for a good area dispersion, and one meant to break stuff. Sonic pistol and punch. Subdermal armor." A small pause, then, "But you know alla that." <@Sonia> Random crap that I can fiddle up into little sound engines. 06* Montana nods. "Paid that much attention, sure." 06* @Sonia bites her lip a moment, then says, "I can constantly generate sound waves. Pretty much instinct by now." <@Sonia> Tend to keep 'em out of hearing. Use 'em like sonar. 06* Montana hehs. "Pretty much figured, plus you said so last night. That don't mess with your normal hearing, yeah?" 06* @Sonia is silent a moment. Maybe a moment too long. Then she murmurs, "No." 06* Montana nods. If he notices Sonia's discomfort, he doesn't look like he's about to push. Instead, he checks his watch (again, so retro - he has a phone after all). "They ain't back yet. You want anythin'?" 06* @Sonia nods and says, "Yeah." She pops another piece of candy, then says, "And some food too." 06* Montana eyebrow raises. He gets up and starts looking under clothes or whatever else is strewn about for the room service menu. Upon finding it, he walks over to Sonia, handing it to her. 06* @Sonia laughs slightly as she hops off the sink and walks over to take it and look at it a moment, then she shrugs. "Good old ten euro cheeseburger." 06* @Sonia then chuckles and murmurs, "We did a number on this place." 06* @Sonia looks up at Montana, adding, "Even Nigel'd be able to figure out what went on." 01 Y'wanna clean it up? 06* @Sonia is silent a moment, then sighs and says, "Think we gotta." A small pause, then she brings a hand lightly to Montana's hip. "Don't... mean I wouldn't want to do it again." 06* @Sonia lets out a weak laugh, then says with a half-smile, "It's like a race everyone wins." 06* Montana lets out another soft 'heh'. "I didn't think you would, t'be honest." 06* @Sonia is silent a moment, then, "Pretty sure you've seen all the good bits." After a small pause, she adds, "And it ain't like this is gonna last forever. Might as well enjoy it when I got it." 06* @Sonia taps him on the hip and tilts her head. "Know what I mean?" 06* Montana puts a hand lightly on the back of Sonia's neck, his eyes moving as he studies her face. "A little too well." 06* @Sonia 's eyes flick down, and she murmurs, "You're a strange boy." 01 Yeah, I like to think that's part 'a my charm. 06* @Sonia chuckles, then looks back to him and says, "Nah, makes you annoying." She slaps the side of his hip, then says, "Burger for me, whatever for you?" 01 Yeeeah, whatever sounds good. 06* Montana kisses Sonia on the forehead, then snatches the menu from the counter behind Sonia. "Y'want anything on that burger?" he asks as he walks for the phone. 06* @Sonia rubs her forehead as he walks away, then says, "Cheese and the vegetable crap that comes with it." 06* Montana nods and picks up the phone. "Yeah, hi. I'd like ta order some room service. Yeah." There's a pause, and then he says, "Buger. Yeah, veggies on. And..." He flips through the menu a bit, then snerks to himself and says, "fried chicken. Yeah." He gives the room number, adds, "Bring up hot sauce too, okay? Thanks." And hangs up. Order in! 06* @Sonia hnhs, and says, "You southern american boys and your hot sauce and fried chicken." 01 Hey, I ain't had it for *months*. Plus, it's probably gonna be terrible. 06* @Sonia walks over to pick up the two pieces of clothing she had on last night anyway, saying, "Dunno, they got chickens up here plenty." 06* Montana sighs. "No place ta get etouffee around here anyhow." He takes Sonia's hint and starts picking up clothes himself. <@Sonia> It's just weird. Even... Darryl liked it. 06* @Sonia looks over at Montana, adding, "Client in the US a while back." 06* Montana looks up from folding a pair of pants. "Yeah?" He drops it on his bed and goes about getting his shirt. 06* @Sonia nods slowly, then says, "Actually saw him do it before you." She half-smiles to herself as she tosses the clothes in her dirties, then goes and falls forward onto her made bed, kicking her somehow bare feet up in the air. When did she slip off her shoes? Oh well. 06* Montana keeps picking up after himself. "Well, ain't no big surprise. Everyone eats it that way." <@Sonia> No they don't. 06* @Sonia rolls onto her back and adds, "Southern US boys." 06* Montana rolls his eyes. "I meant everyone where I'm *from* eats it that way." 06* @Sonia waves a hand idly and then pulls off her hoodie, under which she's wearing a t-shirt with something written in the local language. "They say how long the food'll take?" 06* Montana folds his boxers and puts them away, too. "Figure half an hour." 06* @Sonia nods, then says, "Can't braid nothin' in that long." 06* @Sonia then lays there quietly for a few. 01 Yer the expert. 06* Montana picks up the last of his clothes - though admittedly not the last of his stuff - and puts that away, too. And then he walks over and looks down at Sonia. 01 You know what that says? 06* @Sonia looks up at him. "Don't even know what that is." She smiles slightly at her pun. <@Sonia> Just picked it up somewhere since all the nonessentials are in a plane wreck. 06* Montana sits on the bed, next to her. "You gonna give that dress back to the boss lady?" 06* @Sonia snorts and says, "Not before I get it cleaned. Maybe not ever. She won't miss it." 06* Montana chuckles. "Nope. Could use a better dress, though. Somethin' more you." 06* Montana reaches over and touches Sonia's forehead with his left hand, and he starts tracing her face with his fingers. 06* @Sonia mms, then says, "Yeah? Maybe." She licks her lips as he touches her, then she says, "What the hell would even be me. Somethin' a little less leggy." 06* Montana smiles. "Maybe somethin' with a hood, yeah?" He gets her ears, sweeps across her cheeks and down her nose, then over her lips. 06* @Sonia bites the tip of his finger with a slight smile on her face, then says, "Don't think that's in fashion. Maybe... midriff with it, I guess. Gotta show somethin', right?" 01 Sure, and your stomach's pretty damn nice. 06* @Sonia nods, then says, "Maybe hit some stores after shit goes down tomorrow." <@Sonia> God knows Alysha will want to get me more clubwear. 06* Montana carresses under Sonia's chin trails his fingers down the side of her neck, moving for her arm. "Sure, should probably take advantage of it 'fore we end up in somewhere with nothin' but snakes and firepits." 06* @Sonia licks her lips a little and stretches slightly as Montana caresses her, murmuring, "You take a long time to get to the point, boy." 06* @Sonia then adds, "We end up there, we'll have all our luggage blown up again." 01 Ain't hidin' or runnin' for my life. Least not more than normal. Can afford to take some time. 06* @Sonia mms with a slight smile. "You're a strange boy." 06* Montana gets to Sonia's hand and pays special attention to her fingers. "Y' said that earlier." 06* @Sonia spreads her fingers out a bit, "Still right. I mean, you're... what's so damn interestin' about my fingers?" 06* Montana grins. "They're cute." 06* @Sonia squints. "Cute? They're bloody fingers." 01 Nope. 06* Montana picks up Sonia's hand and makes a show of looking it over. "Ain't bleedin' one bit." 06* @Sonia frowns and pulls her hand free, slapping one of his lightly. "They's just fingers." She doesn't pull her hand away otherwise, though. 06* Montana catches her hand again. "An' yer just a girl. What's your point?" 06* @Sonia presses her lips together, then shakes her head and murmurs, "I don't get how they're cute. They're tools. Like lockpicks. You got any cute lockpicks?" 06* Montana kisses the tip of Sonia's forefinger. "Nope, but then I ain't too attached to my lockpicks." He moves his other hand to her stomach, sliding it underneath her shirt. 06* @Sonia arches her stomach up to his touch slightly, before letting out a soft sigh and relaxing, murmuring, "That's a little better." 06* Montana smiles slightly. "Why didn'tcha say so?" he asks, now running his hand up her side. 06* @Sonia smiles back and says, "Just did, boy." 06* Montana chuckles low in his throat and leans down for a kiss, his other hand abandoning hers to find itself in her hair. 06* @Sonia parts her lips for the kiss, her own hand coming up to grab onto Montana's shoulders a little tightly. When the kiss breaks she murmurs, with a wide smile, "You like kissin' a lot." 06* Montana grins back. "Hope there ain't nothin' wrong with that." 06* @Sonia licks her lips, then murmurs, "Fine by me, boy, when we're gettin' down. Just lettin' you know you do it a lot." 06* Montana looks at Sonia for a moment, and something in his gaze seems to close off. He stands abruptly, letting go of her hair and pulling his hand from under her shirt. 06* @Sonia squints a little as he stands and then she murmurs, quietly, "Somethin' wrong?" as she shifts her arm back to start sitting up. 01 No. Just gotta get some air. 06* Montana is already heading out, grabbing his jacket as he moves. "Back later," he says as he opens the door. 06* @Sonia nods slightly, a little confused, and manages to say, "See ya, Montana..." trailing off as he leaves. 06* Montana does, closing the door behind him! 06* @Sonia then lets herself fall back to the bed and raises a hand to look at the bracelet again, murmuring, "That's what happens when you kiss a lot, you gotta get air." 01 [Mini End!]