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[death_glare]

It's truly a miracle. Halloween night and not a single scheduled reaping. The days where all of Dispatch had off together were few and far between, as it was, but to have no casualties to the events of the holiday was beyond William's comprehension. Still, he had the lot of them come in to finish up any outstanding paperwork before releasing them for the rest of the day. And of course, Grell had insisted they all dress up in a theme, regardless of the shortened work day. William hoped he could take the male nurse outfit off once he'd gotten back to his flat, but he'd agreed to celebrate the double holiday with a night at Dispatch's favorite local pub. Not wanting to go through that morning makeup charade again, he left the outfit on until later that night...

Now he's at the pub, arriving a tad early so that he's already seated at the bar with a gin and tonic in his hand.

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[untodeath]

Always early, even to social events, aren't you?

[ Sweeping her hair out of the way, Grell takes at the stool beside him. Skirt daringly short, she'll cross one leg over the other, to keep things just a touch more decent! ]

Just as well. Now I'm fashionably late to be meeting you, hn!

[ Folding her arms along the counter, the redhead winks over her shoulder at the superior. Although his nurse uniform is far more true to life than her own sexier rendition, it doesn't stop her from thinking he looks just as scrumptious. She's definitely stealing a glance at his open collar and the exposed musculature of his arms.

Of course, the barkeep snaps her out of that, upon asking what she'll have. ]

Hm? Oh, I'll start with a Manhattan, if you would.

[death_glare]

I hope you realize, this isn't some sort of date. Knox his here, as well as quite a few others.

[ A quick glance around would show Ronnie at a side table, chatting up some pretty lady, as one would expect.

Though, as Grell turns from him to give her order to the bartender, William takes in the sight of her long legs crossed under the bar top. He makes sure to relocated his eyes on his drink before she has the chance to notice. ]

[untodeath]

[ Sadly, the look does go missed, as William had intended! Obliviously, the redheaded reaper is shrugging off his comment with a nonchalant grin. ]

Someone has to keep you company.

[death_glare]

Of course, that someone has to be you.

[ He huffs in slight irritation, sipping at his drink. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell takes that glance around, albeit a bit late. Yep, there's definitely no one else offering, at the moment. ]

It would seem so!

[ At last, she receives her drink, and after a work of thanks, she's taking a healthy sip with an approving hum. Dashing her tongue between her lips, she's smiling once more, gesturing toward him with her glass. ]

Don't worry, I'll make certain that you get some mandatory fun in, even if it kills you.

[death_glare]

[ As if Grell would allow anyone else to take his attention for the evening. Certainly, she's already threatened any potential suitors William might have had. ]

You should be satisfied that I've come along. And in costume.

[ A hand reaches up to adjust his frames. While still glad in black gloves, these are a bit longer, mimicking one's word by a nurse. ]

This makeup better come off easily.

[untodeath]

[ It only took a few serious threats before word got around the office. Gossip mainly does the work for her these days, aside from the occasional newcomer that Grell may have to put in line! ]

Oh, I am satisfied, Will.

[ Nibbling at the corner of her lip, the reaper's lids become just a touch heavier with lust as she bats her thick lashes at him. ]

You look especially handsome in it, I must say. It's a crime that they make you cover those arms.

[ Closing her eyes matter-of-factly, she takes another sip. ]

In any case, we're discussing your satisfaction.

[death_glare]

[ William has to take a look at his arms when she mentions them. There's nothing special to note, in his opinion, but he equates it to the interest he had in her legs moments ago. ]

You are the one speaking of it, I've said nothing on the topic.

[ Though he'd had a thought earlier in the day, when he'd first seen Grell in her scandalously short skirt. In truth, it was the fishnet stockings that piqued his interest. He may need a second drink in him if he's to act on it, however. And as Grell's luck would have it, he's waving the barkeep over for another. ]

[untodeath]

[ That gets Grell to chuckle! ]

That's just fine. I've already accepted responsibility for it.

[ Watching his glass being refilled, she perks up with a rise of her shoulders! ]

And would look at that, we're already on the right track!

[death_glare]

What else is it you were planing on, then?

[ He hardly sounds interested in the answer, but he's got another gin in hand, and the entire evening ahead, he may as well inquire. ]

[untodeath]

Well--

[ With a wickedly coquettish grin, the redhead twirls a finger into her hair. ]

The plan was to encourage you to get positively sloshed, and have you dance with me, here, tonight. But I'm open to seeing where the night takes us♥.

[death_glare]

Honestly, I was willing to do so after this one.

[ He lifts his glass of gin. He's not referring to dancing, but his voice gives no inflection to highlight that. ]

But, if you rather sit here and wait another few rounds, then so be it.

[untodeath]

[ That certainly catches her attention - unfortunately, mid-sip, which leaves her to swallow her drink down hard to avoid choking on it. Thankfully, there's some grace spared as she clears her throat. ]

You are, are you? [ She doesn't hide her surprise, brow quirked and eyes blinking. ] Mn, you'll find that I'm quite flexible, darling. I'll happily follow your lead, then.

[ She's attempting to play it cool, at present - and is doing a fairly decent job at it only because she's half convinced that he's bluffing! ]

[death_glare]

Well then, I suggest you get to finishing your own drink. I may very well change my mind before you've done so.

[ He eyes the amount Grell still has in his glass, comparing it against his own. ]

[untodeath]

[ A chuckle, to that! ]

Oh, if that is the issue, allow me to demonstrate my-- dedication.

[ Sitting pretty, Grell tilts back her glass - drinking away at what remains of her cocktail. With a satisfied breath, she triumphantly leaves the empty receptacle on the counter for him to see. ]

[death_glare]

[ He's not surprised by her action. But he does take his own time with the last few sips of his own drink. Perhaps just to watch her fidget anxiously. ]

[untodeath]

[ Planting a hand onto her hip with a well-natured huff, she bobs a heeled foot with some restlessness. ]

You tease.

[ But it's only a moment before she swivels to face him, hands grasping the sides of her seat while she hooks one of her ankles over his. ]

Come now, darling! I'm just waiting for you to show me what you've got♥.

[death_glare]

[ Meeting her eyes briefly, it's only a moment before he's kicking her foot away and standing from his seat. Without another word, he begins to make his way away from the bar and across the dance floor.

But he doesn't stop there. Crossing past all the other costumed patrons, he finds his way to the back of the pub, where a velvet robe attempt to block the stairway to the upper balcony. ]

[untodeath]

[ With a giddy little giggle, Grell hops down from her stool to follow William. She'd have hoped to take his arm to the dace floor, but this way isn't without its appeal-- it's a bit like a chase before tasting the prey.

However, her grin gradually lessens, giving way to confusion. Crossing the dance floor only to leave it has her curiously looking around for where it is that he could possibly be heading to, but the intrigue keeps her going, eyes lightening with amusement. ]

... What's this, then? Too shy for the dance floor?

[ Wholly uncertain of what's gotten into his head, she deduces that all she can do it play along - and so, she lifts one of those long legs to step right over the rope barricade, and up onto the steps. ]

Or do you fancy more of a private performance, mn?

[death_glare]

[ This time, William doesn't attempt to hide his gaze as he watches Grell's toned legs step over the barricade. ]

You could call it as much.

[ His stern eyes then shift to the top of the stairs, silently instructing her to keep climbing. ]

[untodeath]

[ Grell has to wonder if her own eyes have deceived her - but there isn't much time to dwell on that now, is there? Following his gaze to the top of the stairs, she then understands - and turning to grasp the railing, begins her ascent.

Her cheeks feel hot, her heart is thumping against her chest, and her mind swimming with questions!

...Even so, she somehow has the intent to make certain that her hips rolls pleasingly with each step, likely giving him a fair glimpse of her panties. ]

[death_glare]

[ William takes in the sight, the newly exposed undergarments enticing him even more than the stockings had, on their own. As they reach the balcony, William wastes little time in directing her towards the railing that looks over the fairly quiet plaza below. The darkness of the empty room is just enough to conceal them as he comes up behind her, placing his hands upon her hips. ]

This dress just barely met work attire requirements on length.

[ Not whispered against her ear like many others may have chosen to do, but rather stated firmly and at his usual volume. He emphasizes his point by moving one hand around her, running his gloved fingers along the edge of the skirt. ]

[untodeath]

[ Asking questions would be much less fun, so she's doing precisely that. Once overlooking the plaza, she reaches out to settle her hands upon the railing - the material that clothes them creaks softly against the metal as she grips it tight. ]

Will-- [ Grell gasps his name at the touch of her hips. A sigh flutters from her lips, when he teases along the hem that lays so close to such an erogenous area! ]

I-- couldn't spoil the fun, now, could I? [ She licks over her painted lips, before glancing over her shoulder, at him. ] Glad it pleased you.

[death_glare]

These stockings, as well.

[ He doesn't add a complaint along with that one, an affirmation that the choice of fishnets did, in fact, please him.

The hand still at her hip raises before her, as he instructs her to remove the over sized glove. And once bare, it resettles just below the hem of the skirt, rubbing smoothly against the side of her thigh. The other is then held up for her to do the same. But this one is a little more daring, sliding down the front of her dress and between her legs. Still, it skirts around the spot Grell's likely to prefer it, instead massaging at the highest point of her inner thigh. ]

[untodeath]

[ Such words of validation bring a grin back to her face. Chuckling, she sends him one more glance before complying to his wordless requests. The first glove, she removes and bites onto one of its fingertips to hold, so that she might work on the other - ah, but when he touches her in such a way, her lips part with a sweetened moan, sending both of the pair tumbling to the ground. ]

I'm glad you noticed.

[ Leaning back against William, her arms reach back, seeking to touch along his exposed neck-- ah, but she'll need to remove her own gloves, first. Plucking off one, then the other, she merely lets the cascade off the man's shoulders so she can busy herself with exploring him. ]