exsiliumlogs | [closed] this christmas we don't need to get away

And you think I do?

[Please. Saul might come off as fancy, but his life is way too full of sleaze for that.

But he's happy for any excuse to get himself in a tux and Steph in a gown.

She'll look gorgeous, he's sure.]

It'll be fun.

You can probably fake it better than I can.

[Which is... sort of a compliment. She's sure he'd make himself seem like he belonged with all the fancy rich people, while she'd just feel out of place.

But she knows he's right, about it being fun, and maybe she can just pretend for a night that she isn't who she is, from where she is.]

Do you think something by McQueen would be excessive...?

[She might not ever dress up nice, but that doesn't maen she doesn't pay attention to designers.]

We'll fake it together.

[Another squeeze, this time paired with a thoughtful hum. He can't think of any actual designs by McQueen, but the name is familiar.]

Steph, you can wear whatever — whoever — you want. The sky's the limit.

[That's oddly reassuring.]

I'm not sure I can handle that much power.

[When it comes to Bat related missions or expenses, she's allowed to dip into Bruce's or Babs' account, but that's different than something like this, that's just for fun.]

You'll get used to it.

[As long as they're siphoning money off of someone else, he has no problems with dropping Steph in the lap of luxury for the week.]

Hopefully not too used to it, we do have to go back.

[to the stupid moonbase with it's stupid moon... ness]

[Do they, though?

He doesn't think he'd mind being stuck here forever with her. Maybe they can just go somewhere else immediately. Maybe they can go see the world by hopping from mission to mission, country to country, tucking away more and more money each time.

And maybe he could convince the Initiative to have their transporter tech conveniently "break" while Steph and Saul are in Rio.

That'd be nice.]

I guess...

Yes.

[Just a little insistent, even if she's smiling and reaching over to flick his shoulder.]

We can't just take a permanent vacation.

[And she's pretty sure they both care too much to do it, even if they could.]

[She's right about that; much as he'll fantasize about it from now to the end of time, he could never leave everyone else behind.

He wrinkles his nose at the flick.]

A guy can dream. Watch the suit.

[It's really good timing that the taxi pulls up to the curb when it does, because it means Steph can grab the shoulder of Saul's suit, scrunch the fabric up, and then promptly disappear out of the taxi door.

He can pay, right?]

[DAMN IT, STEPHANIE.

He spends a few seconds smoothing down the fabric she so rudely messed up, then goes fishing for his wallet and all but shoves the money into the guy's hand with a mumble of keep the change.

Steph better already be inside the damn hotel, or she's going to have to run.]

[Not only is she in the hotel, she's at the reception desk, asking for a room for a week.

When she hears Saul come inside, she looks over her shoulder with the most innocent grin, before turning her attention back to the hotel clerk.]

[She's lucky she's so fast.

He scowls, though it's remarkably halfhearted, as he approaches the desk.

And lays a hand on the small of her back.

Then, flashing both her and the clerk a sudden, beaming grin, he asks:] Are we good to go yet?

[She doesn't acknowledge him until he speaks, and then all she does is hold up a hand in front of him, making a little gimme gesture.]

Credit card, please, baby.

[Maybe she's enjoying the look the clerk gives her a little too much.]

[Oh.

Well.

If they're going that route...

Saul kisses her cheek before retrieving his wallet, then plucks out the card and offers it to the clerk between two fingers.]

Did she tell you this is our honeymoon?

[Nope.

She brings her hand up to cover her mouth, because as soon as he says that she starts laughing so hard she can't breathe.

Upon the realization it's not going to stop any time soon, she excuses herself with a wave of her hand and wanders a couple of feet away so she can continue her giggle fit in peace.

Saul can handle the rest of the booking.

That poor clerk.]

[He starts laughing, too, but as soon as she's moved away, he turns back to the clerk with a rather upset look on his face, voice low.]

God. So sad, isn't it?

[If the poor clerk couldn't look more confused...]

She's got this — neurological thing. Makes he laugh uncontrollably like that. There's some name for it, but I can never remember...

[Saul trails off, heaving a sigh.]

It's hard, some days, but the good days make it all worthwhile.

[SHE HEARD THAT YOU JERK.]

Oh my god, Saul!

[Well it stopped her laughing, at least, but now she's advancing on him and punching his arm as soon as she's next to him again.

To the clerk:]

He's an asshole, I'm sorry. Please tell me the room's ready before I kill him in the foyer.

[And very, very hesitantly, the clerk hands over the keycard for the room and Saul's credit card, both of which Steph takes.]

Thank you. And again, really sorry. I promise we'll tip well.

[Without a word to Saul, she grabs her bag from where she dropped it on the ground and starts towards the elevator.

He better keep up.]

And then there's the mood swings —

[Saul frowns and rubs his arm, then shakes his head.]

Anyway, thanks for listening, pal. Have a good day. God bless.

[And away from the desk he goes, sprinting after his poor, brain damaged wife.]

Careful, honey! You know how poor your coordination is after you've had an episode!

Edited 2013-11-04 15:54 (UTC)

[As she waits for the elevator doors to open, she shoots him a murderous look.]

You better hope the room has a couch.

[Because that's where he's sleeping.]

I hope it's a springy couch.

[Sleeping?

lol]

[u g h

she rolls her eyes and just walks into the elevator when it arrives, hitting the "close doors" button without waiting for him.]

[That's so rude, Steph. He sticks an arm out to stop the doors from shutting and makes a face, nose wrinkled and everything.]

Wow.

Hurry up.

[ B( ]

What's the rush, sweetheart?

[For a moment, it looks like he's planning on just standing there, but then he steps on and leans against the wall opposite where Steph is.

Smirking.]

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