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[goddamngrenades]

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[goddamngrenades]

"I don't care, I just don't know which one to start wi-" He doesn't cut himself off so much as snap his mouth shut, watching her enjoy one of the chocolates. They aren't quite life sized, thank god, but it's enough of a visual to make him go red and his mouth to dry out and-

Delta will kill him. Delta will murder him and no one will ever find the body. Delta will GLEEFULLY peel the skin from his bones.

Nope that reminder doesn't do anything as a low, inarticulate noise that might be a whimper spills past his lips. Right. Turnabout, fair play? Yes. Yes good. He plucks up a flat, feminine form and runs his tongue over the surface, playing a little with the molded folds. Because he's that kind of an ass.

[pastdoesntdefine]

His whimper earns the faintest hint of a smirk, only visible in the way her eyes crinkle slightly, before she watches him pick out his own piece to, err, play with. He's definitely an ass, but one who knows what he's doing with his tongue - but he's not the only one. She draws the chocolate out slowly, the balls balanced between index finger and thumb, before she sucks it back in again. It's good chocolate, her mind mentally notes.

Then there's a knock on the door. Delta.

She pops cock and balls into her mouth fully, smiles at York, then turns away with a slight sashay of her hips to go let his manager in.

Mm mm, salted caramel. Her favourite.

[goddamngrenades]

You win this time, Carolina. He's so busy watching he can't quite focus on fluttering his tongue like he meant to, instead just. Staring. It's not fair. Delta will MURDER him and-



...it might be worth it wait what NO brain bad brain LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES BRAIN. York pops his into his mouth as he watches her walk to the door and- damn those legs. Damn those hips. Stupid martial artists and their awesome bodies. He's fucked, just. Not how he wants to be. He manages to at least compose himself by the time D walks in and slap on an innocent smile. "Hey buddy!"

[pastdoesntdefine]

'Hey buddy!' earns an arched eyebrow, and a sidelong glance to Carolina when she strides back the way she came, heading into the lounge area to let the boys discuss business. It's an almost amused, if resigned look that follows when he turns back to York. He knows your type, and also knows how much trouble attempting to chase that tail isn't going to work.

Sitting herself down onto the couch with a sigh, Carolina ignores the conversation that will no doubt start soon - it's not going to be her business anymore, come morning - and instead checks on any updates on her phone. There's a security guard outside and one in the foyer; she'll at least be able to get a nap in.

[goddamngrenades]

It's just the usual. The take, how he performed, what they're gonna do next. A lot of planning and a lot of- well. Discussion on why the FUCK hadn't he been informed? D knows about his blood pressure this extra stress couldn't have been good for him and yes that is the only reason he's pissed. It calms down after, and they hug it out. Well. York hugs, Delta endures.

Soon he sends him to his own room and he settles back in the sitting area. "You gonna camp out on the sofa for tonight?"

[pastdoesntdefine]

"Yeah. Makes sense. I don't think we will be receiving any unexpected visitors but better safe than sorry."

[goddamngrenades]

"Sounds fair." A beat. "Any opinions on dinner? We're gonna order in."

[pastdoesntdefine]

"If it's spicy, I'll probably eat it. Nothing too heavy beer-wise, though." Because she sincerely doubts anyone will be having a soda. Even Delta will likely indulge.

[goddamngrenades]

"THai or Korean BBQ- also you want a nice IPA or Wheat beer?" Yes, he is this detailed, yes he wants his people to eat well and be happy.

[pastdoesntdefine]

A shrug. "IPA is fine, unless the bar has a better recommendation." Korean BBQ is always better eaten at the restaurant, so "Thai. Absolutely fine."

[goddamngrenades]

"Got it. Veggie or protein heavy? This late D tends to avoid meat." He's already dialing up, D's usual and the rest of his crew's memorized by now.

[pastdoesntdefine]

Protein. She really really wants protein. But Delta's logic is sounds much of the time, and it is late. "Veg works for tonight." A beat. "And you?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Deep fried awfulness. I have had a shock." He waves a hand. "I think I've earned some comfort food. Also it's kind of a tradition. Damn shame this place doesn't do cheesecake too."

A few more buttons and he's got the restaurant on dial, he likes to call it in himself.

[pastdoesntdefine]

She'd make a crack about keeping his figure, but he has a point about shock. "There will always be time for cake later," she murmurs in a conciliatory manner, though she waits until he's off the phone to ask: "So what's this tradition?"

[goddamngrenades]

"Last show of a tour and we all split the most ridiculous cheesecake we can find in the area. I think the current winner is a tutti frutti Pointe & shootie, which was like a funfetti cheesecake with pointe lace decoration in like, some tulle fruite lace? and shots of amaretto like. Waiting in the cookie crust." It was insane. And delicious.

[pastdoesntdefine]

"Huh." Sounds delicious. "Well, you'll have time tomorrow to look into that." Depending on his cut of proceedings, he'll likely have enough to distribute to his crew. "You'll likely have press to deal with, as well."

[goddamngrenades]

"...aw hell I forgot about THAT. I hate press conferences. Too many flashing lights and loud questions but I'm not allowed to get cranky." He sighs and slumps back against the sofa, muttering. "I'll be a pop star I said. It'll be FUN I said."

[pastdoesntdefine]

"Just let Delta handle it, and keep your mouth shut at about things that don't need to be raised. He'll write any formal press release regarding what happened, and you can always embelish it on your website or something." ...He does have a website, right?

[goddamngrenades]

"...shit I haven't tweeted in over six hours." He fumbles with his phone for awhile before finding the camera function, raises it up with a peace sign and takes a quick selfie. Posting it and thanking his fanclub and all that takes less than thirty seconds but god.

"okay. They know I'm not dead. Woo."

[pastdoesntdefine]

Carolina makes sure to stay well out of selfie range, marveling at how fast he is to slam out those updates to his fans. The downtime might have worried them, but his reply might also aggravate the person that targetted him -- but he, currently, is in police custody.

"Good to know," she says dryly once he's done his duty. "How many retweets do you average?"

[goddamngrenades]

"I don't get those notifications because when I do I don't SLEEP. Phone pings for hours, man." He sets it down and rubs at his bad eye. "Uh. I wanna say couple thousand? maybe more?"

[pastdoesntdefine]

That earns a chuckle, which blooms into a grin when the aforementioned phone immediately starts ringing -- food's here, apparently, but that timing! "You're not going down, by the way," just in case he was having any ideas, "Jimmy is in the lobby, he can handle it."

[goddamngrenades]

"Jimmy gets a dick chocolate when he gets up here." It's chocolate, he'll love it. Ignoer the shape.

[pastdoesntdefine]

"Jimmy should get to pick which chocolate he wants," she counters, wagging a finger at him.

[goddamngrenades]

"But Jimmy LIKES dick!" Which is probably not the thing to be saying when Jimmy is right on the other side of the door, knocking.