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lush ✘ and if the man can't dance he gets no second chance

Bellamy is not sure at what point the night began to slide sideways out of his control, but he's confident that when he reassesses in the cold, sober light of day it'll absolutely not be his fault.

Case in point, he leans against the front door of his Chelsea flat and pats himself down with one hand for his keys...which aren't there, meaning they're still in the inner pocket of Nic's jacket. Nic, who was meant to be the designated driver this evening and instead is the reason that he had to call Hasi from a hotel in London and request a rescue; Cypra would either be busy or laugh too hard, he explained. Nic, who decided to go ambling off with other friends after Bellamy turned in and will be all the more difficult to get a hold of until probably late tomorrow afternoon.

"Hasi," he says, admirably clearly for his inebriation, "I have a small problem."

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"How will you know if you don't try?" She slides off the counter with her glass in hand, and because of where she's positioned, this puts her directly in his lap for a few seconds, her knees on either side of him. It's bold, but playful, too, like she can almost toss it off as being just friendly flirting.

Hasi runs her fingertips over his shoulder with her free hand, meeting his eyes. "Mmm, I think that's your ride, though. Some other time."

Attending to her newest guest necessitates getting off Bellamy. She'll shrug the jacket back on when she goes to answer the door, though; h...ooray, decency? Her hips sway when she walks, and it's not deliberate but it's not unconscious, either, so she figures if he doesn't pay attention it's his loss.

(Modest girl.)

Edited 2010-06-23 14:36 (UTC)

Nic quite rightly - knowing his cousin as he does - doesn't anticipate getting a proper accounting of his exploits since they parted at the hotel, and it's probably just lucky for Bellamy that he misses that exchange there, and Bellamy's head dropping back to examine the ceiling of the kitchen like he thinks it might hold the answer to just what the fuck he thinks he's doing here-

"You must be Norea." Nicolas Lefevre is, like his cousin, tall and broad and lean; a hair's breadth taller with far darker eyes and, oddly for his early forties, shock white hair. He favours his father in subtler ways than that, but it is the most obvious resemblance. "Nic Lefevre, I'm here to pick up your playmate."

"Nicolas."

"And there he is."

'Norea' smiles pretty and a touch flirtatious (like it's in everything she does, not anything especially deliberate and focused) at Nicolas, nudging Bellamy just slightly when he appears.

"'Playmate,' that's a term. Anyway, yes, here he is, in one piece and everything. Did you want coffee or something before you two have to jet?"

"Good god, yes, I have to beard the lion in his den in a matter of hours. You don't mind, do you, Bel?"

The smile that Bellamy bestows on his cousin is ever so slightly ironic. "Be her guest."

"'Bel,'" Hasi reiterates thoughtfully, ushering Nic in. "Do you take it black, too? We've had a bit of a war about how coffee shouldn't be added to, but I'm no purist."

"Morrays are bred staid and particular, my dear, it's a tragedy I've made my peace with. Do you have tea, actually?" Nic is more than happy to be led, mildly entertained by the proof of Bellamy's having given up his jacket.

"Don't let Cypra hear you say that," he murmurs.

"If she didn't look so much like you, I'd think she was meant to be my sister."

"I don't really know that I find this one all that staid," Hasi says, after a quick assessing glance of Bellamy, "and I certainly do."

So into the kitchen she goes, tossing her hair and letting Nic say whatever he likes to Bellamy while she's out of earshot.

Nic says, quite clearly while she still is mostly in earshot, "You're an idiot, Bel." Whatever Bellamy has to say for himself on this subject is lost in his soft-spoken tendencies and the conversation slides away to things like how Nic spent the rest of his night and exactly why he's being peremptorily summoned to the lion's den. ('Because he likes to feel as though he's still thoroughly in control of our lives, Bellamy, and it doesn't hurt me to humour the old man a little. If I don't, he'll just go and prove to me that he is.')

Edited 2010-06-23 15:19 (UTC)

Hasibe makes Nic tea in relatively little time- pausing to lean out of the kitchen and inquire at one point as to how he takes it. Zabibe is also mildly curious about two men in the apartment, and laces her way around their ankles; perhaps she is hoping to trip them, who knows.

"Here you are," says the ostensible owner of said annoying cat, emerging from the kitchen, "tea."

"Thank you very much," Nic takes the cup and sits to better reach Zabibe, whom he presents a hand to solemnly as a man much accustomed to being accosted by cats. "Hello, there, lovely, what's this?"

... Lefevre men and cats. Hasi and Bellamy temporarily may as well not exist, and the latter takes the opportunity to remark wryly to the former, "He does that."

Zabi gingerly gets acquainted with this friendly human (she warms up after a few minutes), and Hasi goes to stand near Bellamy- not quite leaning, not even quite touching, but if one of them moves enough it'll happen.

"Say hi to Drustan for me."

"I'll be busy begging forgiveness for the dreadful offense of not being home," he says lightly, nudging Hasi briefly with his shoulder and finishing his coffee. "We'll have to see if he's speaking to me at all."

Unlike Nic, who just has a way with cats, apparently.

"Bribery and charm," Hasi suggests, "it always works for me."

"I'm not so charming-"

"He really isn't," Nic corroborates this for Zabi's benefit.

"-so I'll have to rely on bribery," Bellamy finishes, ignoring his cousin.

"I've seen you be charming," Hasi speculates, innocently. Zabibe abruptly begins the slow feline greeting known as 'headbutting your face', enjoy that, Nicolas.

"You don't think Nicolas is the more charming right now?" Bellamy inquires, all innocence, as his delightful cousin headbutts the cat back obligingly. (Some people are ridiculous with animals; Nic is one of them.)

Her exaggerated little one-shouldered shrug and impish smile are non-answers, but Zabibe has flounced off to sprawl on the floor, anyway, so that the humans may admire her from afar. Clearly this is distracting.

Nicolas takes bning abandoned with good grace, leaning back on the sofa; he's more inclined to take up space than Bellamy is, and he does it with the same ease that his cousin leans out into obscurity.

"Are we keeping you up?" Bellamy asks, absently.

"Oh, I don't mind." She's observing the differences in the cousins, you see, and that's both educational and a little entertaining.

The very easy way they have together says two things besides their differences- that they are very close, and that when they get together they make each other into overgrown children. They exaggerate against one another, Bellamy becoming softer and quieter and Nicolas's sharp-eyed presence being thrown into relief. It's like a constant undercurrent of mockery carried in the set of Nicolas's shoulders and the diffident way Bellamy moves his hands.

"I'd hate to be putting you out."

She just grins at Bellamy, for a half-second, shaking her head. "It's fine, honest. Like I told you before- I like company."

"You must be lonely with Inspector Sphinx," Nicolas says, grinning faux-sympathy, as he drinks his tea.

"You really aren't as funny as you think you are, Nic," he sighs.

"Oh, I don't know. Do I look lonely to you?" Hasibe raises her eyebrows at Nicolas, voice just the littlest bit playfully breathless- okay, while the girl can't help it in some respects, that's not accidental. But she's only teasing.

"And you slept on the couch, Bel," Nic remonstrates lightly, draining his teacup and rising.

"Charlotte wasn't going to take me home, Nic, she was being so friendly because she's an ex, I've told you this," Bellamy says, mildly, taking the cup away from him and putting it in the kitchen for Hasi (who he smiles at, wryly, as he passes her). "Should we get on?"

"We'd better."

"Sorry about my shameless cousin, Norea."

"I like shameless," she says, cheerily, kissing Bellamy's cheek again (although in Nicolas's view it may well be the first time, and she's not quite so intimate in her mannerisms with company) before they go, "and I'll see you around. It was lovely meeting you, Nicolas."

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