One Tequila Floor

[Evan Cross]

With the campaign fundraiser winding down for the night, Vanessa had slipped away. Evan knew her well enough to know when something was on her mind, weighing her down. Concerned, he had immediately followed her into the hotel lobby, where he found her staring out a window, lost in her own little world. Martin had followed, as well, watching over his charge. Evan quietly called out to her. "Vanessa?" He got no response and he repeated himself, a little louder this time. "Vanessa?"

Still nothing.

Evan frowned. Vanessa was certainly entitled to her privacy, if that's what she wanted, but even before the two of them had started dating, they'd been able to talk to each other about anything. That's part of what had him so worried now. He hadn't seen her like this before. He knew things hadn't gone well with his dad, but surely that wasn't the cause of this.

Evan walked up behind his girlfriend, gently placing a hand on her right shoulder. Having gotten chilly—which wasn't at all uncommon for Vanessa—she'd slipped back into her coat. The scars, which had otherwise been visible most of the night, were now covered up. Maybe someone else would have been bothered by them. Evan thought her just as perfect with them as she was without them. "Vanessa? Is everything okay? You know you can talk to me."

Vanessa Whitmore-Cross

[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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The view out the window was… peaceful. She’d walked away from things mainly because her mind was seeing things from the explosion. Things she hadn’t remembered before. Then it was mixed in with that vile ex of hers, smirking. But the explosion images had her attention. The rest of her body was catatonic to the touch. So when Evan called her name there was no response.

As the image of seeing the person’s face behind all that had happened crossed her mind, was the one moment that Evan had chosen to touch her shoulder. The same side that had the scars from the recent bombing. Vanessa panicked and the next thing she knew she turned around forcing her body weight against the person behind her. Taking the momentum she had and aiming it at the floor it was only a matter of moments before she had the person pinned.

Though as they were already in motion when she heard him. "Vanessa? Is everything okay? You know you can talk to me." Vanessa couldn’t take the motions back and she was on top of Evan staring down looking at him. She still didn’t move from on top of him. Staring down at him was kind of amusing, in a way he did deserve it, he had touched her when she was non responsive. Though she did feel guilty and it showed a bit on her face. Maybe that was only because this was in public. "Define talking because this suits me just fine"


⚓ _{Evan Cross} ⚓

[attr="class","de2"]VANESSA WHITMORE

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[Evan Cross]

By the time Evan realized what was happening, he was looking up at Vanessa from the floor. Her left knee was digging painfully into his side and he tried to squirm out of it, but without much luck. Her big brown eyes stared back down at him—and it seemed to take her a moment for everything to click into place. He could read her well enough to know when she was feeling guilty, and that look was taking hold. Of course, beating up your boyfriend probably should make you feel that way, but right now, he really needed her to adjust where her knee was resting. "Ow. Vanessa? Um... ow."

Maybe it was the fact that he'd just gotten dumped on the floor. Had he hit his head harder than he thought? He didn't really remember. Everything had happened too fast. Evan groaned, reminding her he was still pinned underneath her. In a hotel lobby. Not that Vanessa seemed to care. Talking seemed to be the furthest thing from her mind, but if he was going to be stuck in this compromising new position, he might as well make light of the situation. "Since when did you like the top? Or exhibitionism? That is what's happening here, right?" This was bold, especially for him. And in earshot of someone that wasn't Vanessa? Unheard of. He really had smacked his head against the floor pretty good. "Because this better be the prelude to a rough make-out session, or you have some actual making-up to do later."

Vanessa Whitmore-Cross

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Vanessa slid her knee out of the way once she realized she was digging into his side, but she was still very much on top of him. “Hi” she tried to be cute about it, at least not make it look like she had been spooked and uptight. Though she knew that her detail and Evan knew the truth. However, to the untrained eye she could make it look a little less… embarrassing? Ha good luck with that. Though she was soon lost in that sapphire gaze of his. She felt guilty but it was easy to relax a bit around him. Though her body language suggested she was still a little confused and had been spooked.

“Maybe I wanted to try something different” she teased back at him. That was far from what this was but she could at least humour him after she dumped him onto the floor? When he said prelude to a rough make out session she kissed him softly as she moved off of him. “I was hoping for something a little more… soft?” She mused lightly. Though Martin decided to put his two cents in.

“Please Dr. Cross I am standing right here. Ms. Whitmore I see that your shoulder is feeling better?” he quiered. He was letting them know that he was watching them. Then again when wasn’t he?

Vanessa rolled off of Evan and stood up. Her small frame bent down and offered him a hand, it was the least she could do. She could make this up to him later. “I’m sorry I…” she apologized without realizing why she was apologizing… that happened on occasion.


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[Evan Cross]

Mercifully, Vanessa moved her knee, though she still remained atop him. Not that he minded that part. At least he wasn't wincing and gritting his teeth from the knee to his side. His lips twitched upwards into a smile. "Hi, yourself."

But, naturally, Vanessa would find a way to turn this back around on him, as she teased him right back. She insisted she was in the mood for something different? He was hardly surprised. Vanessa always wanted to try something new, but he drew the line at exhibitionism. No way, no how. He might make light of it, considering the situation he found himself in, but that's all it was. He'd totally go along with everything she given voice to. Later. In private. "I'm, uh, okay with that. Should we have mood lighting or...?"

Evan groaned beneath his girlfriend. Did Martin enjoy being Captain Obvious? Vanessa had just deposited him on the floor in one swift defensive reaction and that was his observation? Of course her shoulder was feeling better. You didn't have to be a genius to see that. He fixed the Head of Security with a less than amused look. "You noticed that too, did you?"

Their compromising position didn't last much longer. Vanessa rolled off, offering a hand he gratefully accepted. He found his footing again, standing unsteadily. When she started to apologize, Evan placed his index finger on her lips, silencing her before she could say more. Her body language spoke volumes: she was certainly on edge, but that's exactly why she didn't owe him an apology. "You know what we both need? Drinks."

Vanessa Whitmore-Cross

[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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Their private lives belonged behind closed doors but he was the one who started the teasing about this, Vanessa was just the type to finish it. Vanessa just shoved him when he talked about mood lighting. Quite honestly, she wasn’t in the mood for much of being playful. It was showing through. Though she tried to keep it from him. None of it all really mattered anymore. Her past wasn’t right here in the now. She was happy now; but the memories hitting her weren’t something she could control. They just hit her like a forty ton brick truck. She certainly didn’t want to talk about it but she didn’t want to tell detectives what she knew now either. It was a moot point anyway. Bentley was already deemed responsible.

The next voice that Vanessa heard belonged to Maxwell. "It's kind of hard not to when you girlfriend just kicked your ass literally and figuratively." It was directed at Evan. Vanessa was still in much of her daze. It dawned on her… she was scared of testifying. The case was all over the media. While she wasn’t necessarily a fan of Cross Consolidated and they were rival company’s she didn’t want to hurt anyone in Evan’s family by making a big deal out of the trial. If she testified… the news media would eat it up. No it was better to just not remember. Her silences were a red flag to anyone who knew her.

Vanessa found herself unable to formulate words with Evan’s finger to her lips. It was too comforting to argue with him. She did not deserve him, at least that’s what she thought some days. When Evan suggested drinks she nodded. He’d been through hell with his dad and she was living hell in her head. She wrapped her arm around his back. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” she questioned. Vanessa was concerned even as she sat down at the bar and ordered a strawberry margarita.


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[Evan Cross]

"That's cute, Maxwell," Evan fired back. Maxwell was the one person on Vanessa's security detail that he blatantly disliked. The man's attitude—coupled with comments like that—did him no favors. Evan had just went a couple of rounds with his dad, he didn't want to go a couple more with Maxwell. There was only one way to end this prematurely, while he still could. "You assume we don't like it rough."

The bar wasn't far; just off to their right. Evan took his girlfriend's hand in his, as they walked the short distance to claim their seats, security in tow. Vanessa was sure to be happy. They were those fun seats that you could twirl around and around on. She'd done that before, after she'd had a drink or two—and drunkenly encouraged him to do the same. His own drunk self didn't usually offer much resistance. He waved the bartender down. "Something... strong," Evan ordered. "I don't care what."

The bartender deposited the drinks on the counter and Evan practically snatched it up, taking the first sip. Yeah, that was just what he needed. A few more sips of that and he wouldn't remember a thing—hopefully. He approved.

When Vanessa questioned whether or not she'd hurt him, Evan placed a soft kiss on her cheek. She was cute when she got like this. "I love that you worry about me, but I'm fine, Vanessa. Really. You just took me by surprise is all."

The sigh came a moment later. He wasn't lying. Physically, he was fine. He didn't want to grow distant with Vanessa, or shut down on her, but he needed to apologize for his father and... there was no way he could do this sober. "Can we just... drink right now?"

Vanessa Whitmore-Cross

[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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Maxwell shot a look towards Martin. “You… put up with them when they are like this?” It was one of those incredulous looks as Martin was completely silent thus far on the matter other than reminding them what and was not appropriate.

Though he also had NO problem putting Maxwell in his place. “Hey if you cannot beat them join them” the look he got from Maxwell was priceless as the man got all hot and bothered under the collar.

“You cannot be serious right now!” he protested. Vanessa was even watching this unfold as she took her seat next to Evan and could not contain giggling. It was amusement sure but it was also funny to watch Martin school someone close to 3 decades younger than him.

Evan brought her attention back on him as he kissed her cheek. It wasn’t really that hard to divert her attention back. “As long as you’re sure” she replied. She’d worried but she had also learned not to pester him about it.

Arm still on the small of his back she just ran it up and down the length of his back gently. When he questioned she just nodded. “At least you didn’t hit me for it” she replied taking a sip of her drink. And that’s how that came slipping out. Someone had hit her in the past. Though she hadn’t realized what she was implying. She was only trying to make him feel better, but this was definitely not going according to plan at all.


⚓ _{Evan Cross} ⚓

[attr="class","de2"]VANESSA WHITMORE

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[Evan Cross]

Evan's brow wrinkled in confusion, but Vanessa's comment had come completely out of left field. Nothing made sense right now and the questions were running rampant in his head. Could it be her drink talking already? It couldn't, could it? Had she even taken a sip of her strawberry margarita yet? They'd known each other for three years now—surely she didn't think him capable doing such a thing. He hated even having to voice this—no one should ever need to hear this. "Vanessa Renee Whitmore, I want you to listen to me very carefully when I say this: I will never hit you."

The way Vanessa spoke of her father, Evan didn't believe for a second he had anything to do with this, but had one of her previous boyfriends done the unthinkable? It made him angrier just thinking about it. Hopefully Martin, Sam, or one of the others had clocked him on the way out the door. The jerk deserved no less; in fact, he deserved a prison cell. He reached for Vanessa's hand, letting their fingers entwine. "I never want you to feel afraid near me."

Evan still tried to be as cautious as possible, given the subject. She hadn't spoken of this previously; she might not want to now. He certainly didn't want her to feel pressured into it. He could certainly distract her with something else, if that's what she wanted instead. "That's all I want to say. We don't need to say anything else about it. Besides… I should… I should probably apologize for my dad. He's not usually like that. If I'd known he was going to be here tonight… acting like that…"

God, talk about embarrassing, and Martin, Sam and Vanessa had all been there to see and hear it. Maybe Martin was used to it, being part of that original Cross-Whitmore feud and all. It still seemed so ridiculous to him. Too bad he couldn't just delete those memories, or stick his head in the sand and die, but he could do the next best thing, and he took a nice, long sip of his drink. And then a couple more for good measure. That should put him well on the path to drunk, if this was as strong as he'd requested. Drunk was good.

Vanessa Whitmore-Cross

[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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Great, her colloquialism was already out the window. She played with her straw in her margarita before drinking more of it and setting it down when he said that she was supposed to listen. Right. He’d just used her full name. Only one who did that was father and Martin. Now apparently Evan. “No I know.. It was…” It had been a slip of the tongue. “I know you better than you think I know you…” she was trying to figure out how come clean. Vanessa glanced at Martin for a little help.

“Dr. Cross if Rupert Bentley so much a comes within eyesight of Ms. Whitmore he will be dealt with. I can assure you.” Martin replied. Vanessa leaned into Evan’s shoulder as Martin had just spit out what she couldn’t.

Finally she found words. “It happened once. It won’t happen again.” No, then he had just tried to blow her up. Vanessa easily let her fingers entwine with his. “I never am. I just spooked. I’m sorry” there was the apology. Again. But clearly she wasn’t the only one who was apologizing. She shot Evan a look.

“Your father’s actions. Don’t apologize to me. His actions are not yours to apologize for” she sounded like a hypocrite. Picking up some of her strawberry margarita on a spoon she tried to feed it to Evan. She was enjoying it and so she felt like sharing her alcoholic icee. If they were going to be this depressing tonight though she was definitely going to need more than one margarita.

⚓ _{Evan Cross} ⚓

[attr="class","de2"]VANESSA WHITMORE

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[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] Evan raised a questioning eyebrow. If anyone knew him at all, it was Vanessa. He spent so much of his time with her—talking with her, laughing with her. Perhaps the only people that he could say might know him better were immediate family, but he had grown up with them. "I don't know. I think you know me pretty well. I mean, best friends, right? And we've become rather... intimate with each other, have we not?" Rupert Bentley. That was a name he knew all too well. Bentley was her previous boyfriend, the one who had tried to murder her and frame him for it. The one who had posted bail. Vanessa's safety and well-being were an utmost concern—one that her Head of Security also stepped to forward to address. Evan knew, of course, that Martin, Sam, and the others would keep her safe, but hearing it spoken after Vanessa's alarming admission helped put his mind at ease. "Thank you, Martin." Evan gave Vanessa's hand a reassuring squeeze when she said she didn't feel afraid around him. The apology had been completely unnecessary and he wanted her to know that. "Good. Because you mean the world to me, Vanessa Whitmore. I'd hate to think you weren't completely comfortable around me." He shook his head adamantly. No. He absolutely one hundred percent owed her an apology and he wasn't about to let Vanessa talk him out of it either. "Yes. I do. He's my dad. And he was being a jerk to someone I care about." He started polishing off more of his drink. He was dating a successful businesswoman, but his dad found fault with her because of her last name. The next thing he knew, his dad would be forcing him to choose—a relationship with his own father or with his girlfriend. He knew what he would choose, he just didn't want to have to. Picking between two of the most important people in his life... no one should be forced into that position. He didn't want Vanessa to worry herself with those same thoughts, and so he didn't voice them. "Your hand is like a little ice cube," Evan teased her before he sampled the drink off of her spoon. It was a quirk he'd gotten used to. Vanessa was always cold. You'd think she was the one from California living in Chicago. Screw it, he finally decided. Being his usual optimistic self wasn't working as well as he'd hoped. He still hadn't finished his first drink, but waved down the bartender for another. This night could only end one way: with him passed out on the floor. He was starting to feel the effects of his alcoholic beverage, but that one was not going to be anywhere near enough. Vanessa Whitmore-Cross [attr="class","evanright2"]

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[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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So Evan was being a smart ass. It earned him a look from Vanessa. She wrapped her hand around his back. “You missed the point Einstein”. Sometimes she thought that Evan needed some dose of common sense or a new meter for telling when she wasn’t being literal. Clearly he was in a mood. She sighed and slide her bar stool closer to him laying her hand on his thigh.

Vanessa didn’t chastise Martin for easing Evan’s mind. It was better coming from him anyway. Vanessa tried to distract Evan but clearly it wasn’t working. He was trying to make her feel comfortable. “Look when you’ve been blown up and tortured it’s easy to feel comfortable around your best friend and lover. Especially when you trust him.” she pointed out. Oops had that just come flying out.

“Your father's actions are his own. I promise.” She held her finger to his lips and kissed him softly. She then took his hand and spun left and right on the bar stool to try and get his spirits lifted. If she could distract him. Cue conversation about her hands being ice when she was trying to feed him margarita she just smirked. “So I shouldn’t do this?” she put her spoon down and then took her cold hands and put them under his shirt at his sides. There was a smirk on her face. Oh she was pestering him on purpose, trying to distract him.


⚓ _{Evan Cross} ⚓

[attr="class","de2"]VANESSA WHITMORE

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[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] Evan certainly knew Vanessa well enough to know when she was trying to distract him, but she'd slipped up and revealed too much. Nonetheless, she continued on unperturbed, insisting his father's actions weren't his to worry about. Did she not realize what she'd said? He knew of the attempt on her life by Rupert Bentley, of course, but she'd been tortured? He glanced over his shoulder to Martin, wondering what he knew of this, if this were even a safe conversation to be having. Her Head of Security gave him a nod. "So I shouldn't do this?" Vanessa was saying. He never even it saw it coming. Evan gasped as her cold hands found their way up his shirt, the sudden temperature shift to freezing a definite shock to his system. It was a lot like trying to sleep in the same bed with her at night when those icebergs (feet included) were occupying the same space. He shivered, the same way he did when his girlfriend first crawled under the covers at night. "You think I don't see what you're trying to do? Isn't that the reason we came to the bar?" At least that's why he was drinking tonight. For the moment, however, he had set his drink aside. This was a conversation he intended to be mostly sober for, as Evan's blue eyes sought out Vanessa's familiar brown. "You said you feel comfortable around me. Do you feel comfortable telling me about what happened? You were… tortured?" Vanessa Whitmore-Cross [attr="class","evanright2"]

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[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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With the first smack to her face Vanessa had become silent. Counting people. She was outnumbered even if she could get out of her binds. One of the other men came up behind her brushing her hair from her face. ”What is it going to look like when the daughter of a multi million dollar agency dies. When her family has to go on without her.” he smirked. It took her a second before she realized she had just been told their plans for her. Teresa.. she was a loose end. Bait. They had to get out. The sick feeling in her stomach, whatever drugs they had put into her system were working their way through her body and made her feel like throwing up.

She was spinning around the room. Well she wasn't going anywhere, the room was spinning. ”You are no threat, but don't worry soon you will not have to worry about feeling so ill.” he chuckled before leaving the room. She could make out Teresa against the other wall. Her dad had taught her to undo her bindings but the room it was all stone. There was no way out.

It was some matter of hours before the man returned. Yanking her up and suspending her from the ceiling he removed Teresa from the room. That's when he injected a needle into her neck. "Truth serum is funny. Makes you spill things you never even knew that you knew." He pointed out. ”You are feisty. But no matter. You are a lesson anyway” Rubbing where he injected the drug into her neck. "Shhh relax now sweetheart" he whispered.

She struggled against her bonds as they took her into another room. She was fighting to get free but they had her hanging by a hook by her hands. She could push off with her feet off the hook but that would only cause her to fall on her face that was pointless and it would solve nothing, but make her pain worse and she knew it. Her eyes narrowed when she felt the serum being injected into her neck. It burned actually. She was beginning to think the floor was the better option. The room started spinning. Spinning and Vanessa were usually a fun combination but not when it was the room spinning. Spinning was only fun when it was on a merry go round or something. Not when it was the room around you and you were trying to focus on people so you could make them out later.

She was grabbed by the back of the neck with force and slammed into the wall at first. Her body relaxed from the drug clearly showing how limber she was he smiled. Vanessa was relaxed so obviously things were working as they should. Feeling the knives dragging down her sides. Deep enough to permanently scar the skin as she whimpered. Kristoph let go of the knife and dropped it on the ground below her burning its wooden handle up. The small fire caught onto her clothing and Vanessa kicked against the backboard she was hanging on. She realized now that they weren't kidding they would let her die. "Dad" she whispered. Her eyes drifted to the ground. It was all she could do to keep them open.

Waking up she was still dangling as the knife wounds were "healed" by the tossing of salt water into them. She screamed. Vanessa felt the cold salt water sting at her wounds, it smelled like the ocean. She was biting at her lip in frustration She had tears streaming down her face now. Not from the pain but she was worried about her dad.

She looked around. They were in a warehouse? No no not a warehouse. She wasn't able to think clearly. Where was she? She was upset. Vanessa wanted her dad more than anything right now. She heard voices. She was trying to make it out. Ukrainian, Russian? She couldn't decide really she couldn't decide at all. She was just crying now at this point trying no longer to make out a language she knew she couldn't understand. She tried to see if they would leave the non native tongue and they didn't. They knew they could be heard.

She was left alone with the physical pain and the emotional realization that she failed. They could have gotten any information they wanted to at this point from her. She was feeling the drugs kick in majorly. She felt her arms stretching above her head. She was rocking on the nail that held her bindings until she sawed through the rope and she landed on the ground with a thud. It caused Kristoph to look into her room but he saw her on the floor and just smirked.

The cold floor felt good against her aching body. She closed her eyes and just fell asleep for the time being. The drugs made her delirious and sleepy. She wanted to be anywhere but here. At home with her dad would be ideal. Vanessa opened her eyes. She could see light coming through the bricks. She studied them for a moment. They were stacked differently. She tried rolling over to them but she couldn't will herself to roll. She was too sore. She was too upset. The tears streamed her face. She didn't know why they bricks would be stacked funny or why Kristoph hadn't noticed it earlier. She could only hope that her rescuers saw it. There was no windows in the room, just like all the other rooms. It was just brick and lighting was horrible.

Rain.. right. She heard it clatter on the tin. No windows, Tin roof, One real entrance. Divided hallways. This was a SWAT teams worst nightmare. She could see through the bottom of the doorways. The doors didn't reach all the way to the ground. She saw feet. Too many of them outside. There was a lot of bickering it seemed. Too much for her liking she wanted to know what was going on. Dad was right to be overprotective of her. She was beginning to be thankful he was.

She was losing too much blood to keep herself awake. She needed to be stabilized and quickly if she was going to survive much longer. She heard feet through the hole. She could only hope that was a SWAT team. She wouldn't remember her failing vitals or critical declaration in the ambulance. much else before she waking up in a hospital.

Vanessa looked towards Evan asked if she was comfortable enough to talk to him. Retelling everything she remembered she was having trouble formulating the words. "They killed Isakk Walton's brother . Ties were never proven to him. But no other company would go to those extremes to get to my father. To get me to spill company secrets." Vanessa looked towards Evan as she ordered vodka. She needed something to shoot. Margaritas were great when she didn't need to drown out that.

Taking the shot she flipped the glass upside down. She didn't really want more than one shot. Stirring her margarita she glanced over at Martin. "Since then I have them." She indicated over her shoulder to Martin, Sam, and Maxwell.

"That was a long time ago. I'm right here and I have you." Distractions those were why there was drinking in the first place. Standing up Vanessa wrapped her arms around his neck. "I have nothing to hide from you." She replied as she tugged on his hands leaning against the wall. "And screw anyone who thinks I should" she added.


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[attr="class","evanright"] Evan listened as Vanessa recounted the story of her torture, the nausea he felt growing with each increasingly disturbing detail that came to light. He could also tell that it still bothered her when, after she had finished relating the experience, she promptly ordered a shot of hard liquor and downed it just as quickly. That was not the thing Vanessa usually drank. "You will always have me. I promise. I'm not going anywhere." The crime had been attributed to Izaak Walton's brother, though the evidence behind his involvement appeared to be sketchy at best. As if he needed another reason to dislike that man. He practically chugged the rest of his drink and was very much inclined to start on the next one, but while he would have been fine drinking and being all depressed, he hated seeing Vanessa that way. The beginnings of a plan were already starting to shape. Vanessa wrapped her arms around him, but Evan felt like giggling like a little schoolgirl. "Nope." He playfully broke out of her grasp and tugged on her hand. This seemed like a good idea. At least in his drunken state. Which meant it almost certainly wasn't, but why not live a little? "Come on!" There was no hesitation on his girlfriend's part, and he grinned at her Head of Security. "Martin, handle the bill. I'll pay you back later." Breaking out into a run, Evan lead Vanessa out of the bar and back towards the lobby. Maybe Martin would keep up when he was finished, maybe he wouldn't, but his disapproving look later would be so worth it. After all, why not try and ditch her security detail on a chase through the hotel? And see how long it took before hotel staff banned them from the premises? Vanessa Whitmore-Cross [attr="class","evanright2"]

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