Hazel Zanteres
The Angel/Devil on your Shoulder
There was no mistaking the satisfied grin on Hazel's face, when the realtor seemed to finally cave and agree to sell them the property. With that see fell back (read: stumbled) to where she had been before, leaning against the wall and watched on. That look of victory and/or a job well done not fading away from the Hapan's expression.
She had little intention of butting in any further, knowing that Joza had it well in hand dealing with the paperwork side of things. Though she did let out a chuckle at Joza's continued teasing.
It left Hazel to her own thoughts, ones lingering towards further celebration in the wake of their success.
That, and she would need to get in contact with some old friends to assist in this endeavour.
Hazel shifted a bit and realized two things, one her feet were propped up on the table in front of them. And two, a pair of pink legs were draped over hers. Hazel's eyes lingered one way, noticing that they were equally shoeless like hers. Then she looked the other way until she realized it was Joza, who was currently sprawled out across the length of the couch.
The Hapan groaned as she lifted her head off the back of it, a painful crick in her neck from how stiffly she had slept. Rubbing her eyes a bit, Hazel finally noticed the two empty bottles on the table, with a pair of datapads resting close by too - one of which she recognized as hers.
"What the chit happened last night?" She groaned, rubbing her temples to stem the inevitable hangover.
[member="Joza Perl"]
She had little intention of butting in any further, knowing that Joza had it well in hand dealing with the paperwork side of things. Though she did let out a chuckle at Joza's continued teasing.
It left Hazel to her own thoughts, ones lingering towards further celebration in the wake of their success.
That, and she would need to get in contact with some old friends to assist in this endeavour.
-x-
It was several hours later, morning had long since settled into the next day when Hazel awoke. She let out a groan as she pried her eyes open, immediately wanting to close them as a wave on nausea. But it dawned on her that her surroundings were unknown to her, and such her eyes snapped back open to try and make sense of things. And slowly they did, remembering that at some point in the night they had opted to purchase a hotel room - or suite given how expansive it seemed.Hazel shifted a bit and realized two things, one her feet were propped up on the table in front of them. And two, a pair of pink legs were draped over hers. Hazel's eyes lingered one way, noticing that they were equally shoeless like hers. Then she looked the other way until she realized it was Joza, who was currently sprawled out across the length of the couch.
The Hapan groaned as she lifted her head off the back of it, a painful crick in her neck from how stiffly she had slept. Rubbing her eyes a bit, Hazel finally noticed the two empty bottles on the table, with a pair of datapads resting close by too - one of which she recognized as hers.
"What the chit happened last night?" She groaned, rubbing her temples to stem the inevitable hangover.
[member="Joza Perl"]