“...but the velocity-”
“But, what, Tuesti? My calculations are flawless and you know it.”
Reeve sighs, they have been at this for at least an hour. And whilst in the past he would love to watch the way in which Scarlet’s violet eyes flash with determination and knowledge, these days it feels like they are arguing for argument's sake. Hardly productive. Especially at this time, especially in this location, “That may be the case. But, Scarlet, if you would just listen--”
From across the Honeybee Inn Lounge Palmer rattles a teacup on his saucer as he jiggles in his seat, “Ohh-hh, get a room you two. You’re spoiling the entrancing atmosphere! We’ve come here to be served endless delights,” and with that he giggles, grinning over to a curvaceous blonde honeybee perched on the arm of the sofa and snaps chubby fingers on one hand together in a mime of a flapping mouth “Not listen to you two droning on about torque this and trajectories that...” On the other lounger, Heidegger guffaws his agreement though his attentions are squarely affixed on the brunette pressed up against his broad frame. The President is nowhere to be seen and, somewhat disconcertingly, neither is Hojo.
Normally Reeve would not heed Palmer's words so it comes as some surprise that he snaps his mouth shut. There is a huff out of his nostrils as he glances back at Scarlet then to the door, before he mutters and stands, “I need some air.” Not that he would actually be exiting the establishment, of course. The atmosphere in Melissa’s up(wall)market bordello was often soothing to the Director.
If he was here on his own terms and he not strong-armed into attending the Inn with the rest of the Executive board. If he did not have to contend with Scarlet riling him up in more ways than one. Damn broad.
Making his way towards the door, Reeve sees Melissa approaching. The Madame kept an eye on the proceedings and her girls at the best of times, but she always paid extra special care on these occasions. Och she’s a canny one, look out~ Reeve gives her a rigid smile and ducks his head in a nod as he exits the door. There is not the telltale click of closure straight away and he slows, sensing that he’s been followed out. Stopping altogether his shoulders sag slightly, “I’m fine, Melissa.”
Reeve knows however that the proprietor of the Honeybee Inn was an expert in people, and wielded empathy as effectively as he would wield a wrench or Scarlet would... actually, perhaps noo best not tae go there right now. Another sigh and he turns to face the brunette, though it was still the blonde that was taking up most of his internal vision. Perhaps there was a benefit to be had for running a gambit here. The risk-n-reward environs of Wall Market was made for such foolish endeavours after all. “Actually... is there somewhere private we can talk?”
If there was anybody who could help Reeve out with the wills of such a woman as Scarlet, the smart bet would be on Melissa.
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