One Tequila Floor

[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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Evan brought Vanessa out of her own head as he started talking. "You will always have me. I promise. I'm not going anywhere." Vanessa grabbed both his hands and pulled herself right into his space. Not caring that it was HIS space. Smirking she was looking for a reason to get distracted from what she had just said. Chances are she wasn't going to remember it.

Vanessa had no idea what was going on; but when Evan said no she frowned and he was taking off. Though dragging him with her. Vanessa's mind took ages to catch up to what he was doing. "Where are we going?" She protested but when he broke out into a run she followed. Martin handled things but he also knew Sam and Maxwell were quick so he wasn't too worried about them.

Maxwell broke into a run knowing exactly what they were trying to do. Maxwell had a few misgivings but one of his better talents was keeping up with Ms. Whitmore when she went running. Before she realized what was happening Maxwell had caught up to her, Vanessa tried to get herself free. Maxwell would never hurt her but trying to get her to stop running he tackled her. Straight into the pool.

It was the middle of the December and she was soaking set. Vanessa shoved him under the water as she got out and she took off again. It was too cold to stay outside in the cold while she was soaking wet. Of course the pool was heating but when she got out the chill was unreal. Nope now half the fun was trying to get away.


⚓ _{Evan Cross} ⚓

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

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[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] The plan, if you could call it a plan, had worked wonderfully. Martin had been forced into settling the bill, which left Sam and Maxwell in pursuit—and when had he become a world-class sprinter? Evan and Vanessa were going to need to find a way to ditch them too, as they led her remaining detail on a chase to the pool deck. Evan couldn't lock the doors from outside, but he do the next best thing. Grabbing the pool skimmer, he stuck it through the door handles. Then Evan pressed himself right up against the glass and waved. If Sam wanted to get to them, she was going to have to find another way. He frowned. Wait. That wasn't right, was it? He started counting on his hand. One... He stalled when he got to two. Where was two? Where was Maxwell? The splash behind him told him that something had gone wrong. Or was Vanessa throwing things into the pool? Herself? Why would she...? Drunken realization dawned on him. Of course Sam and Maxwell had split up and kept in touch via radio. Helping Vanessa out of the pool, just as Maxwell surfaced from his dunking, Evan grabbed her hand again. She was soaking wet and he wanted to get her out of the biting cold. "Better luck next time, Ashton!" Evan pulled her towards another door—and the warmth beyond—and once inside, started to race down the hotel hallway with his girlfriend in tow. For now, Martin, Sam, and Maxwell were nowhere to be seen, and Evan was feeling very proud of himself. He started laughing, breathless. "Nessie... Help me look for a supply closet or something. I'm a mechanical engineer. I can totally hack the card reader... even if I am drunk." Vanessa Whitmore-Cross [attr="class","evanright2"]

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[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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Vanessa was fairly certain there wasn't much of a plan in place to outrun the detail. They were in a hotel though and she knew what happened when Evan was drinking. Not that she had issues with it under the same circumstances. Though somehow it led to a supply closet. This was a really bad idea.

As far as bad ideas went getting caught by Martin was probably on that list of bad ideas. Though a water trail and a broken door console gave him a pretty good idea of what was happening. The disapproving look was in Evan's direction and the disappointed one was in Vanessa's. Now to take them where they couldn't cause anymore problems. His House.

Vanessa more or less didn't remember the events between the supply closet and the Martin guest room. She did remember showering and then hitting the pillow and falling asleep. Though honestly the only reason she was asleep was the alcohol in her system. She didn't even remember Martin separating Vanessa and Evan into separate rooms. She'd been too drunk to really argue when he opened the door to Teresa's room. Vanessa slept the night. While she enjoyed Evan in the bedroom with her, she was not co-dependant upon him to be like glue.


⚓ _{Evan Cross} ⚓

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

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[Evan Cross]

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[attr="class","evanright"] Evan rolled onto his side, expecting to find Vanessa in bed next to him, but to his disappointment, his hand found only empty space there. He liked sharing a bed with his girlfriend—hers was a familiar, comforting presence. He turned back the other way, looking for an alarm clock—the red numbers on the display indicating it was late morning. Far too early, he groaned, if last night was any indication. Truth be told, he didn't remember ever finding his way to bed, but then he didn't remember much about what he assumed was a very eventful evening. His pounding head testified to that. He tried to put the pieces back together. The last thing he remembered was—oh, God. Vanessa had been telling him about… about the horrible things that had been done to her. She hadn't meant to, he was sure, but her drink had helped her along. Things got fuzzier after that. Maybe it was for the best. Nursing his killer headache, Evan staggered over to the first door he saw. Wrong door, Evan amended, peering into a small walk-in closet, but it sure looked familiar, the closer he looked. Too familiar to be a coincidence, as a flood of memories from three years ago came rushing back. Deciding that hangovers really sucked, Evan tried the other door and met with more success—this one opening to the hallway. He stumbled towards the kitchen to the smell of sizzling bacon and eggs, and found that Vanessa was already up. In fact, it looked like she had been up for some time. He squinted—was it super bright, or was it just him? "Funny story," Evan began, sliding onto one of the barstools. He let his head rest against the cool surface of the counter, as he mumbled the rest of what he had to say. "There's a closet that looks virtually identical to the one Teresa locked us in." Vanessa Whitmore-Cross [attr="class","evanright2"]

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[Vanessa Whitmore-Cross]

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Vanessa was up. If by up one meant fully function, then no. No, she was not up. It was more of her half asleep at the table. Evan's voice. "Well morning sunshine" she put a hand on his back and rubbed it in circles gently. Vanessa had yet to adjust to the whole it being morning and her stomach hated her again this morning.

Evan looked miserable. "Come on let's get you back to bed" She knew while maybe he didn't want to sleep, laying down could be comforting. She grabbed some eggs and some toast for him as she heard him say something about the closet. "Yeah well, this is where she lives" she pointed out. Okay he hadn't figured out that Teresa was Martin's kid yet? Okay so her boyfriend was smart but completely clueless. She shook her head and took him in the other room to fight his hangover. Coffee, food, and tylenol. Vanessa helped Evan back into bed and brushed a hand through his hair before turning the curtains darker in the room. So yes, she would stay with him. When he felt better she would take him home and look after him the rest of the day.


⚓ _{End Thread} ⚓

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

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