upstairs: for jemma

[lazy_but_loyal]

[Continued from here.]

Pam slips the key into the lock and pushes the door open, flicking a nearby light switch. Immediately the expansive room is illuminated warmly by a black chandelier in the center of the ceiling.

The decor has an old-fashioned, Victorian feel to it, but with modern sensibilities. And also lots of pink and black.

The walls are a very deep shade of pink; the thick carpet is black. Two chairs set at a round table with a black marble top have gilded arms and backs, with satiny pink cushions. Black velvet drapes are pulled closed and tight against the windows. The bed, at the far end of the room, is king-sized with an ornate padded headboard, the carvings matching the chairs. The sheets are black silk, and the pillows and duvet, of course are pink.

A black armoire stands in one corner by the bed, a matching dresser on the bed's opposite side. Both are empty, only because Pam hasn't had a chance to fill them yet.

Pam shuts the door and makes sure it locks behind Jemma.

"Go on and make yourself comfortable."

Comments

[protect_and_survey]

"Poor him." Jemma is quite happy to not be part of that conversation at all. It's the same reason she tends to back out of rooms that have more than one angry agent with a higher clearance than she has. She pushes herself to her feet again, resisting the lure of the (ridiculously comfortable) bed, a bit of a slouch her only concession to what happened.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She delicately wipes the corner her mouth with the pad of her pinkie finger, evening out her lipstick.

"Mm. We were having an audition for dancers. They were all shitty until this super-hot chick walked in. Eric told me to get out because he wanted her for himself. Selfish bastard."

She fluffs up her hair and turns around.

"Ready to go?"

[protect_and_survey]

Jemma's expression clearly communicates that she's never had this problem in her life.

Ever.

She's even having trouble imagining having this problem.

"Er. Yes." She stumbles over the words, but thankfully not over her feet as she follows Pam back out into the hall. She'd rather go focus on the problem of figuring out what to have for dinner.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam locks the door behind them. Security in one's surroundings is just as important as trust in a human.

"Now. Let's get you something to eat."

And they head downstairs.

Yeah. She'll keep this one around.