Brigitte [doors closed]: (*bounces with glee*!)

Eugenia Phelps: [*giggles*]

Jarod Freeman: ((Wee Haa! Demon Room!))

Brigitte [doors closed]: The young girl meanders about the main room waiting for the other two to arrive. A bitter look on her face as she wonders what's taking them so long. So help me Lucifer.. of that woman so much as thinks about laying a hand on my jarod.. Cinderblock, straight to the skull. Shame.. her complexion is so pretty, too..

Jarod Freeman -> Brigitte [doors closed]: ((Gods, I love Brigette. *G*))

Jarod Freeman: The man's car pulls up to the outside of the building, killing the engine. Dressed per his norm in the turtleneck and jeans with his long coat over it...platinum hair back in a short ponytail. He smiles to Nia and steps out of the car, looking the place over. He's been here enough lately that it almost feels like a second home to him.

Eugenia Phelps: Jarod's just too irresistable for everyone's sanity. But, Nia's behaving herself as he drives, only occasionally taking any excuse to casually touch him, affectionate thing that she is.

Eugenia Phelps: She stretches as she steps out of the car, immediately shivering as she's hit with cold air. "I hate winter. One of these years, we need to vacation somewhere warm for the winter." She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and follows him to the door.

Brigitte [doors closed]: Brigitte hops up to sit on the bar with a pout.

Jarod Freeman: "Somewhere warm? I'd think we'd had enough of hot spots over the last forever." He grins a little bit and pulls open the door, stepping in. Okay, it's more of an metaphorical joke, but still.

Eugenia Phelps: She follows after him, swatting his arm. "Ha. Ha." An eyeroll and she gives him a wide grin. "Well, there's always a bath to warm us later, I suppose."

Brigitte [doors closed]: Brigitte blinks to the door when it opens, forcing on her best innocent smile. No no noooooooo.. I've not been plotting her demise. Cute shoes. She offers a friendly wave, hopping down from the bar and bouncing girlishly in their direction

Jarod Freeman: He looks up and gives a very warm, genuine smile to Brigette as they walk in. "Hey, you." He crosses over the floor, stepping over some construction material as he spreads his arms to hug her, sitting on the bar or not.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She wraps her frail arms tightly around the man, leaning in to kiss his neck. "Hey there, love. I've missed you. Was hoping that you'd come by sometime this week. It's been terribly lonely." She flashes a look to Nia over Jarod's shoulder. Just a tiny flash of.. insane jealousy.. before it's quickly removed with an innocent smile.

Eugenia Phelps: Nia, despite Brigitte's show of jealousy, gives the other woman a warm, friendly smile. The blond is always nice. She can't not be nice. "It's nice to see you."

Jarod Freeman: "I know, love. I've been meaning to...but hell, I'm here more then anywhere else. Here or at rehearsals. My show opens in a week." He returns the kiss, his finding her cheek, and squeezes his arms gently around her before pulling away.

Brigitte [doors closed]: After pulling away she moves over toward Nia with a soft smile, reaching out to hug the woman as well laying a delicate kiss to her cheek. "Mmm.. Eugenia.. how've you been?"

Jarod Freeman: As the two girls converse, he slips up onto the bar and drops over to the other side, to check and see if the plumbing there is working...he was promised they'd have that fixed by now...

Eugenia Phelps: [Smeggin' reservations with a lotta questions..]

Eugenia Phelps: "I've been well, thank you." She even gives Brigitte an answering kiss on the cheek and a warm hug. "You're looking well, how have you been?"

Jarod Freeman: The sound of liquid spraying commences from behind the bar. "Fucking hell!" Frantic squeking of a knob being turned, and then the man surfaces, his hair, face, and upper body soaked. He is NOT amused. "I'm going to fucking KILL them..."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a tiny smile, meandering back toward Jarod. "I've been roughly the same. Spending time with my William. Working. Trying to get the word out so that the opening night will be a success." She hops back up on the bar sitting with a soft smile to Jarod.

Brigitte [doors closed]: "Why don't you just get Victor to fix it, love. You know he will.."

Eugenia Phelps: She covers her mouth with a slender hand to keep from laughing. He looked like a drowned kitten and it's just really amusing. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.." Muffled by her hand as she watches him.

Jarod Freeman: "Victor doesn't know the intracacies of plumbing, I doubt...there's only so much the man can do." He scowls a little, primarily at the situation, and wipes his drenched face off. "Plus, it would take him a while to learn building codes. We still have to be legit with that stuff."

Eugenia Phelps: She finally contains herself enough to let her hand lower. "I can't wait until opening night. I'm sure this place will be amazing."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She shrugs and leans girlishly back against her elbows. "Fair enough, love. I trust your judgement. Just say the word and point me to the plumbers. I'm sure I can offer some additional.. motivation.. if needed." She winks at the man.

Jarod Freeman: "Motivation, or distraction?" It at least brought the scowl off his face, a grin creeping on despite his best efforts.

Jarod Freeman: He looks to Nia and nods. "Yeah, it really is. I can't wait for it to get off the ground."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She nods to Eugenia "It will be." She giggles and looks back toward the soaked Jarod. "Maybe we won't have to fix the plumbing in its entirety. It'll serve well for a wet t-shirt contest. Sounds like a hoot. You can play hose bitch."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She flashes a defensive look to Jarod "I'll have you know I've been keeping my hands OFF the help, thank you very much." She gives a girlish huff, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

Eugenia Phelps: "I don't think I've ever seen a wet t-shirt contest before." She's pondering this seriously.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She points a dainty finger at jarod "It looks a lot like that. But with more jiggling.. and more boobies. It's fun."

Eugenia Phelps: "Oh." There is much blinking before the blush starts creeping over her fair skin.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gains a wide grin, leaning playfully in the woman's direction. "Ooooooo.. looks like we have a new hose bitch. You'd do FABulous!"

Jarod Freeman: "I was joking, love." He looks at the two, cracking a wider grin as they manage to banter back and forth.

Eugenia Phelps: She manages to blush just a little more as she smoothes her hands over her hair. "What does a hose bitch do?" It sounds so funny to hear her say off-color words.

Jarod Freeman: He pulls off the long coat, frowning in annoyance at the droplets of water beaded over it, and sets it on the bar. Eyes cast around the place, noting the other things that, at least, actually DO seem to have gotten done. "We're almost there, at least."

Brigitte [doors closed]: Brigitte grins at Jarod and runs a dainty finger across his wet forehead, giggling. "It's a good look for you, love. We should think about installing a hottub upstairs. That way you can walk around like that all the time."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She smiles sweetly to Eugenia. "It's simple love. He or she is the one that sprays water on all the contestants. It's a terribly fun job. I think you'd have a blast." An amused smirk. "Or pass out. Either one."

Eugenia Phelps: All she does is offer up a shrug, refraining from commentary at the moment. She'd been about to say that Jarod looked rather good in a bubble bath, but she knew that Brigitte would not appreciate hearing that. So, her lips are zipped.

Jarod Freeman: "What you think there isn't one?" He grins a little bit. "Where do you think the plumbers spent most of their time, rather then here at the bar? Need a spot for us Ishhara to relax, after all..."

Brigitte [doors closed]: Her eyes light up, sitting up straight "Oooo! I haven't seen what they've done upstairs yet. You're too good to me, love.."

Jarod Freeman: He chuckles to Brigette, finally stepping out from behind the bar. "Careful if you go back there...gonna have to tell the plumbers so they don't slip and hurt themselves."

Eugenia Phelps: "That should make this place a lot more interesting." She grins, then, wide and eager. "And more fun."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She dangles her long legs off the side of the bar, grinning. "Oo.. can I tell them?" She bats long lashes at the man. "I'll be good."

Jarod Freeman: "Yeah, sure." He nods to Brigette with a grin and a shake of his head. "It's all you, love."

Eugenia Phelps: She pulls her own coat off and rests it over the bar, tugging a little at the sleeves of her cardigan. "I don't know how you do it. You always amaze me." This is genuine admiration for Brigitte.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She grins to Nia "Now all I need are some panties that say slippery when wet.." She lays a finger to her chin in mock thought. I know Elijah had some.. where DID he get them.." She hops off the bar and meanders around boards and the like.

Eugenia Phelps: She ponders Brigitte's words for a moment, and then the blush comes back in full force and she's just blinking for a moment.

Jarod Freeman: "Listen...I've gotta go check on something downstairs in the basement. Make sure the fix-up job's been done in the storage room...be right back. You girls be good now..." ((I'll BRB...gotta run out really quick.))

Brigitte [doors closed]: Brigitte skips a bit along a clear patch, grinning over her shoulder to the woman "Red really IS your color, love. Adorable on you. You should let me dress you sometime. Oo! Makeover for opening night.. I'll have the hottest hose bitch in town."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She flashes an innocent look to Jarod. "I'm ALWAYS good." She tilts her head and giggles, skipping a bit more. Her chest nearly hanging out of her halter at every hop.

Eugenia Phelps: "I can only imagine what you would put me in." She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "It could be fun, though." A genuine smile, of course. Most of her smiles are genuine.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She meanders back over toward the woman, reaching a long arm over her shoulder to eye the tag in the back of her blouse. Leaning in well closer than she needs to. "Hmm.. I might have some things that fit you. Though we could always set up a shopping date. It'll be fun."

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Eugenia Phelps: That's..well..that might be a little too personal. She swats a little at Brigitte's hand. "What do you think you're doing?" Quietly so Jarod won't hear.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She smiles innocently to Eugenia "I was checking your size, love. I have tons of skirts that would look positively adorable on you."

Eugenia Phelps: "The tags are in the back, I'm afraid." She speaks gently, even giving her a soft smile.

Brigitte [doors closed]: Her smile widens, a somewhat surprised look. As though she had no idea. "Ooohh.. I'm sorry." She slips her hand around to the back of the woman's skirt to get a peek.

Eugenia Phelps: Shaking her head a little, she just lets Brigitte check for her size. "It's all right." She's learning to expect the unexpected with her around.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a tiny nod, confirming what she already knew. Twenty someodd years worth of memories in the modeling business.. she knew damn well what her size is. She offers an innocent smile to the woman. "Hmm.. you should come over sometime so we can play dressup. Have you met my william?"

Eugenia Phelps: "No, I haven't. What's he like?" She's trying to make idle, polite conversation so everything goes smoothly.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She meanders in a loose circle around the woman. Her eyes peeling their way up and down her skirt. "He's amazing. Big, strong, sweet as all hell. He worships me. And I love him for it."

Eugenia Phelps: She almost asks a question, instead, she just submits to the circling, her hands hanging loosely at her sides. "He sounds nice. And he treats you well?" She does sound concerned for her almost-friend.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She nods. "Very well. He looks after me." She gives a soft laugh. "I remember the first time the crimsonstar came to the suite after William moved in. William refused to let him through the door without saying who he was. Tom was appauled." She reverts to a mock-Tom tom "The nerve of that bloody mortal!" She lets out a stream of girlish giggles.

Brigitte [doors closed]: (heh. second tom-tone)

Eugenia Phelps: She chuckles slightly, imagining that image. "Well, as long as he takes good care of you. It must be nice to have someone who loves you." She is still smiling pleasantly, assuming rather safely that Brigitte will not look in her eyes and see the things the always-happy Nia tries to hide. "I am glad for you."

Brigitte [doors closed]: d10: per+emp: 7,5,7,1,10,

Brigitte [doors closed]: Brigitte stops her circle just in front of the woman, extending a hand to nia. "Love.. talk to me." She says sweetly.

Eugenia Phelps: She peers at the extended hand for a moment, an eyebrow raising. "Talk to you about what?" She does take the offered hand so as not to be rude.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives the girl's hand a tiny squeeze. "I can see right through that pretty smile of yours love. You're not nearly as happy as you let on. You do know I'm here for you.. right?" She raises the girl's hand to her lips, giving it a gentle kiss.

Eugenia Phelps: "Of course." She blinks and blushes at the kiss to her hand. "And, just so you know, I can see through you as well." A slight pause as she puts her words in order. "You're not the carefree sexpot you want everyone to believe you are."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a tiny smile. "Oh really. Well then, if I'm such an easy read, care to elaborate?"

Eugenia Phelps: "You don't like yourself very much." Her smile fades a tiny bit. "Sort of like me in that respect." She gestures toward the basement. "When he's around, you feel better about yourself, you feel confident, which is probably one of the reasons you resent me spending as much time with him as I do. Believe me, I know I'm not the one he'll end up with in the end. I know that he's going to find the person he deserves, and a selfish part of me doesn't want to accept that, but another part of me hopes that it's you he finds at the end because I want to see you happy, not pretending to be happy with the life you lead."

Jarod Freeman: ((Okay, maybe a TOUCH more then a little bit...))

Eugenia Phelps: [S'all good, the girls are bonding over self-esteem issues.]

Brigitte [doors closed]: Her smile widens, stepping in close to the woman. "Well.. you're half right. I do love Jarod very much. He's been there for me when no one else was. And it's true.. Seeing him spend time with you does get a bit under my skin. I'm very protective of my Jarod. And if his feelings get hurt again.. I might just be forced to pull someone's heart out through their throat." She tilts her head with a sweet smile. "But there's one point where you couldn't be farther from the truth, love.."

Eugenia Phelps: "I'd never hurt Jarod. Ever. I...I'm not like that. I hate the thought of hurting people." She frowns at that. "What was I wrong about? It's been a while since I read you..it was that night..." She watches Brigitte, bright eyes curious.

Jarod Freeman: The sounds of footsteps come from the staircase down to the now-storage rooms, as well as grumbling. Well, it's grumbling if you call loud, angry, and very creative swearing grumbling.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She leans in close to the woman. As though telling her the secret to life itself. She whispers in a sultry voice. "I.. love.. me. In all ways shapes and forms. I love what I do.. and who I am. I simply think that being around Jarod could make me ~better~. He's kept me from slipping this long." She kisses the girl's cheek.

Eugenia Phelps: She's not convinced, but she just nods a little. "Well...if that's what he wants, I won't stand in the way." Quietly before her focus is yanked by the familiar voice grumbling up the stairs.

Jarod Freeman: "...cock-ridden son of a herpes infestation..." He steps out from the staircase, fairly fuming. And white. Covered in white powder, which thanks to the water, has turned to paste in parts. Either the man has discovered a cocaine factory downstairs, or drywall isn't as sturdy as it needs to be.

Eugenia Phelps: "Oh, Jarod, are you all right?" She's immediately heading over to check on him, blushing heatedly at his creative cursing.

Brigitte [doors closed]: Brigitte turns to the voice in a playful defensive tone "Oh, love.. I'm immune and you know it!" she looks the man over and bursts out in a fit of girlish giggles, bouncing over.

Jarod Freeman: "It's okay to kill mortals if they're incompetant, lazy, or just plain idiotic, right?" He wipes his face as best he can, scowling. Yes, it's a joke, of course. "Kill. MUR-DER. Them."

Eugenia Phelps: "I'm sorry, hon.." She reached out to comfortingly pet his arm. "Let's..um...start getting you cleaned up. Somehow."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She giggles. "Now now, love.. you're the one always telling ME to be good.." She looks to Nia when she touches him, letting out a girlish huff and bounces back toward the bar.

Eugenia Phelps: Her hand falls away at the huff and she almost looks immediately guilty.

Jarod Freeman: "Yeah, yeah." He says that to Brigette at her comment, a hand flicking white pasty wetness to the floor. He smiles very faintly to Nia, gratefully, and looks over to Brigette. "Do me a favor, love, and open the fridge under the bar...I've snuck in a couple early bottles for just such a situation, when I find such gems as THIS."

Brigitte [doors closed]: Brigitte hops back up on the bar, swinging her long legs girlishly off the edge. Looking around the place with a bitter squint. When Jarod asks her to she wraps her legs to the other side of the bar and carefully climbs down to snag said bottles.

Eugenia Phelps: "Actually, I was thinking of taking the bus and a taxi home. I have to be up for work early tomorrow and I don't want to make you leave early on my account. So, I'll catch you later, all right?" She's already heading for her coat. [I have to go home and sleep..]

Jarod Freeman: "All right, Nia." He nods a little to her, giving her a warm smile, under the powder. "I'll see you later."

Brigitte [doors closed]: Brigitte flashes her a sweet smile. "Ohhh.. so soon, love? Call me.. we'll go shopping." She flitters a girlish wave. Yes, that's right. Run.. run while you have organs.

Eugenia Phelps: She slides her coat on. "It was nice seeing you again. I'll talk to you soon." A friendly smile to Brigitte. Jarod gets the real warm one. "Catch you later. There're some leftovers in the fridge for you." With that, she's already on her way out, head ducked just a little. [G'night, all.]

Brigitte [doors closed]: She flashes a mean squint at the door after she leaves. Ooo.. leftovers. Bitch. Brigitte ducks back under the bar.. maybe poking around. Just to see what she can see.

Jarod Freeman: He sighs, watching Nia go, and then moves to the bar, shaking his head. A hand comes up to brush through his hair, sending white poofing into the air. "Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable." He shrugs helplessly to Brigette. "You think every duo has the partner who goes through this when they try to open a club? Or am I just that lucky?"

Jarod Freeman: In the fridge is a bottle of rum, one Skyy vodka, and some mixers, plus glasses. The rest of the bar is still fairly empty, though there's lots of space for stuff to go of course.

Brigitte [doors closed]: Brigitte lays everything up on the bar, the bounces up to sit on the thing, spinning her legs around to Jarod's side. She offers a warm smile. "Well, love.. if it'll make you feel any better I'll go roll around in plaster for a bit. We could be a match set."

Jarod Freeman: He smirks a little bit at that. "Thought we already were. Don't need plaster for that." He pulls his turtleneck off and uses it to wipe at his face, trying to get himself as clean as possible.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She smiles watching him, leaning in his direction. "I'm excited about the opening. I just wish I could do more.. around here. I feel like you've been doing all the hard stuff."

Jarod Freeman: The turtleneck is dropped onto the bar with a shrug. He's at least not completely covered now. "No...look. I've been dealing with the construction people. You've been promoting. Neither is more or less important then the other, love. Trust me, you've been doing plenty...we could not have gotten this done without you. I promise."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a tiny frown down to her lap, nodding. "Alright. If you say so, love." She swings her legs, shifting uncomfortably atop the bar.

Jarod Freeman: d10: Per+Empathy: 2,4,8,4,6,4,3,

Brigitte [doors closed] -> Jarod Freeman: (another wiff of the strong stink of jealousy von eugenia. she's also been thinking a lot about tansy and the boys. becoming spiteful and as always longing.)

Jarod Freeman: He purses his lips and hops up onto the bar next to her, an arm slipping around the girls small waist. "Ouestucati...talk to me. Please."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She curls in close to the man, plaster or no laying her head on his shoulder. "I always talk to you Jarod. What do you mean?"

Jarod Freeman: "You have things that are weighing on you, love." He leans over to kiss her forehead. "And you're keeping them inside."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a weak shrug, leaning against the man. "I've just.. been doing everything I can to push tansy.. and the boys out of my mind. Move on and all that. But.. it's hard. I'm afraid that I'm going to find her.. or find out where she is.. and do something terrible." She frowns, looking down to her lap. "I'm trying not to hate her.. for taking my boys away from me. But I don't know if I can."

Jarod Freeman: "I know you can," he says softly. "I know that you can be the better person, Ouestucati. And I can't imagine how difficult this has been for you. It's been horrificially hard, and I don't claim to know how bad it's been. What I'm going through, with Melody...it's driving me insane, and there's no way it can even compare to your situation. And you have no idea how much respect I have for you for perservering through it all."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She wraps her arms tightly around her chest, giving a tiny shudder thinking to herself. Still looking down to her lap she mutters "What if melody hadn't left.. what if someone accosted her.. took her away from you.. what would you do to that person?" She closes her eyes. "I'd like to think that I'm not an evil person. I do try. But so help me.. I want to kill tansy for what she did. Kill her. I know it's not right to feel that way.. but I do."

Jarod Freeman: "I know." He nods. "And love...in a way, someone did take her away from me. Her...family did. They told her she had to go...I got the impression that threats were made." He sighs, leaning against Brigette a bit. He's intending to comfort, but it's a bit of seeking comfort, too. "I could go after them...I could tear them all apart. Or try, anyway. I don't think I'd get that far. But I'd still try."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a tiny nod, leaning against the man and running a delicate hand up his chest. She gives a sad laugh "We really are a match set, love. You're always right." She leans up to kiss his cheek, a tiny squint up to the man "So.. I see you and Eugenia have been spending a lot of time together. She's.. nice. I guess."

Jarod Freeman: He shrugs a little bit, nodding. "She is nice. A great friend. She'd like more...I'm not blind, or deaf. I mean, she's told me as much. But it's not happening. Not any time soon, at any rate."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a tiny nod, looking away from the man. She hops off the bar and starts to meander further into the place. "Right. That's great. I really hope things work out for you two."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She continues to meander away from Jarod, speaking softly. "Mmm.. hello Nahaliel (can't remember how to spell the damn thing). You're looking chipper." A hint of bitterness in her tone. "Everything alright?"

Brigitte [doors closed]: "Nothing out of the ordinary" she says giving a pained look over her shoulder toward Jarod.

A voice in brigitte's head: "Allright just was checking in to see how things were going with the club" *he says with a shrug*

Jarod Freeman: ((*beats computer*)) He looks up at Brigette, blinking. His face darkens, and he slips off the bar. "Wow, Ouestucati. You just COMPLETELY fucking missed the point." He turns to head toward the stairs up.

A voice in brigitte's head: ((Shoos that to a pm))

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a tiny nod to the voice in her head, frowning when jarod moves off. "Things are.. shotty at best. It's a bit of a mess. Look.. I think I may have just stuck my foot in my mouth.. did you want to come up here, love? If you want, hail a cab and I'll pay when when you get here."

Brigitte [doors closed]: "Don't need you per se.. but I always do appreciate the company. It's your call. I know how you love your alley. I have to go de-fuck a situation.. if you get close, call me." She cuts it off and trails behind Jarod. "Love.. I don't understand."

Jarod Freeman: "Did you NOT hear anything I just said?" He stops about three steps up, and turns to scowl at her. "Or did you just hear 'Nia...wants more...soon, at any rate?'"

Brigitte [doors closed]: She pouts, wrapping frail arms across her chest "Why are you yelling at me?"

Jarod Freeman: "What about this whole situation makes you think this is at all easy on me? Do you think I'm enjoying this? That I'm thinking 'Oh, my best friend and my new friend are jealous of each other's intentions toward me while I'm in incredible agony over the fact that fucking furballs of death took the woman I love from me...yay!'" He moves off the steps, staring at her. "This hurts, love. It tears me apart. I can't handle it, and I can't deal with the fact that people I care deeply about are glaring at each other behind my back like I don't notice!"

Brigitte [doors closed]: Brigitte pauses for a moment, staring stubbornly at the man with teary emerald eyes. She turns around and paces back toward the bar, sobbing.

Jarod Freeman: He grits his teeth as she turns away in tears. God dammit, Melioth. THIS is why you hold your tongue. His shoulders slump and he takes a lean against the stairwell, watching her helplessly. "Love..."

Brigitte [doors closed]: Brigitte jumps over the bar and plops down on the other side to sit in a puddle. Crying with her face in her hands.

Jarod Freeman: "Ouestucati." He steps away from the stairs, moving over to the bar and leansing against it. Not stepping over to the other side...letting the bar be a barrier between them. Protection for them both, maybe, as if the thing could keep them from hurting each other emotionally. "I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She does her best to speak between sobs and through the barrier of her hands. They.. almost sound like words. "You're right Melioth.. I haven't changed at all.. I'm a selfish bitch.. and that's all I'll ever be.."

Jarod Freeman: "No, love...that's not the case." He sighs, looking down at his feet with a slack face. He looks...defeated, almost. "I just...you don't mean to, and I know this. You're hurting, and I'm hurting. And shit like this happens because we don't talk about it. You're not a selfish bitch."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She continues to sit there and sob, not even bothering to talk anymore. She curls up in a ball in her puddle.

Jarod Freeman: "Ouestucati..." He shuts his eyes, sliding down the bar until he's mirroring her on his side of the bar. "I'm sorry. I'm trying...this isn't easy for me. And I know it's not for you, so I've been trying to be there, but...it's a lot easier for me to be alone sometimes."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She takes a series of deep breaths trying to calm herself. "Fine. Be alone." She says weakly. "I've always been open.. and honest with you Melioth. If you thought these things about me.. you could have told me sooner.. when it didn't come out in an angry rant. Sometimes I feel like you're TRYing to hurt my feelings. You know I've been on edge.. I don't want anything to happen that'll cause me to.."

Jarod Freeman: "I...fuck." He's run out of words. He just slumps back against the bar, sighing deeply. A sudden CRACK sound reverberates, as his skull is rammed into the wood panelling in frustration.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a startled shriek before sobbing again, as though half expecting him to jump over the bar and hit her.

Jarod Freeman: "What do you want from me," he asks weakly. "I'm sorry...I just don't know anymore."

Brigitte [doors closed]: "Nothing" She mutters between sobs. "I don't want anything anymore. Not from you.. or anyone. I just.. " She trails off, shaking and sobbing in her murky puddle. She gives an irritated splash.

Jarod Freeman: "You just what?"

Brigitte [doors closed]: She shakes her head and stands up, wet, frumpled and poofy faced. "Nothing. I'm going back to the suite." She says weakly, wrapping her arms around her chest and walking around the bar.

Jarod Freeman: "Open and honest, eh?" He rises to his feet, reaching back to rub at the back of his head. "Don't go, love. For Christ's sake...talk to me."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a pained look over her shoulder to him, running the back of a frail hand over her eyes "Fuck you." She mutters weakly "You know exactly how I feel.. about everything going on right now.. And you still have the audacity to assuse me of not being sentive to your situation? I've always been there for you Melioth. Always. I tell you things that I would never even dream of telling the others.. not even Vic. And in return.. I get the brunt of your pent up agression. I'm not DEALING with this shit."

Jarod Freeman: "And I don't get yours?" He stares at her. "I'm trying, Ouestucati. I'm doing everything I can to help you. EVERYTHING I can think of to do. If I'm doing it wrong, tell me, because my radar's so fucked up anymore, I don't know what I'm doing. I'm flying blind. Yes, I lashed out. And I'm sorry. But for fuck's sake...I tell you that I'm NOT going anywhere near Nia, and you act like I told you I was already fucking her. I'm NOT going near her. And she knows that, and respects it. So she's not persuing me. And I don't know why that bothered you, but it obviously did."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a pained squint to the man, pausing for a good while. She walks back over and gently takes his hand before starting a slow pace for the door that leads upstairs. "What all is done on the upper level, love?" She asks with a sniffle.

Jarod Freeman: He blinks at that, as she changes gears almost quick enough to give him whiplash. A sigh, and he starts walking along with her. "Upstairs is all set up, but for a few last touches of furnishings. I wanted to make sure they got it set up before they got the last work done down here. Priorities, and all."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She leads him up the stairs, trying to force a tiny smile to her face. Still sniffling. She looks down the hallway. "Do you think the others will like this place, love?" She asks softly in a meek tone. Self-conscious and unsure.

Jarod Freeman: He nods slightly. "I think they'll love it." A faint smile hits his face. "And if they don't, then I'm betting they'll like the management. You always have had a way with people, love."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a tiny frown and leans back against the man. She curls an arm around his waist. "I'm sorry, Melioth.." she mutters.

Jarod Freeman: He wraps his arms around her, drawing her close to him and sighing deeply. "I'm sorry too, Ouestucati." He leans down to press a kiss to her scalp.

Brigitte [doors closed]: A frown stays plastered to her pretty lips, leaning weakly against the man. "I've.. been trying to think of ways to keep my mind off tansy and the boys. I.. I don't want to resent her for what she did. Or do something malicious if I find them. I need to move on entirely." She looks down to the floor. "I was thinking about having one of my own."

Jarod Freeman: He considers her words for a long moment, before nodding slightly. "That may...be an idea, love. I don't know how well it would work, but it's something you may want to consider."

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a tiny nod, leaning weakly against Jarod. "I'm.. terrified. Knowing my luck.. and my past record.. the same thing will happen. Taken. Just like that.." She closes her eyes, laying her head to his shoulder.

Jarod Freeman: "There's risk, love..." He nods a little bit, easily supporting the woman. "Of course there is. But you know I'd do anything to protect you, and any child you had...you know that, right?"

Brigitte [doors closed]: She gives a tiny nod and leans up to kiss the man's cheek. "You would have made a wonderful father, Melioth." She releases and meanders the rest of the way down the hall to peek into the bathroom.

Jarod Freeman: He looks down and away at that, face flushing, eyes pained. No move is tken by him to follow for a moment...only when Brigette reaches the bathroom door does he move after her.

Brigitte [doors closed]: She steps in, looking around to see what all's been done. She stays quiet with the same sad look about her.

Jarod Freeman: The bathroom is completely finished, exactly to specifications. The color scheme, the finishings, everything is exactly how the girl designed or envisioned it. Jarod walks up behind her and puts a hand on her shoulder, looking around. "Do you like it, love?"

Brigitte [doors closed]: She nuzzles her cheek to the hand on her shoulder. "It's beautiful, love. You've done an excellent job with the place. You really are too good to me." She flashes a weak smile and leans back againt the man. "How's the plumbing up here? Did you want to get that plaster off.. or is the pasty feel starting to grow on you?"

Jarod Freeman: He smiles very slightly at that. "If I wanted pasty, I'd go goth more often. And the plumbing works perfectly."

Brigitte [doors closed]: Her smile warms, watching the man. "You make an adorable goth and you know it. To the tub with you, love. You need it more than I do.. and you know how rarely I make THAT call.." She kisses his neck, then pokes around the bathrooma bit more.

Jarod Freeman: He smiles a little bit and moves off to the tub to get the water going.