While Roxy’s request for an introduction dripped sex appeal, Emily’s granting of that request oozed venom.  Mind you, her manner of intro was short, sweet, and polite; albeit a venomous politeness just the same.  Boris picked up on the friction clouding the air, so he figured Foxy Roxy must have also.  Yet, if she did, she chose to ignore it, as he was 98.6% sure she leaned into him even more.  Surely she must have known her words and actions were riling Emily.  Which, knowing women, was the whole point.<br/><br/>How ironic then, had the shoe been on the other foot, and Boris was tilting into Roxy with a backrub of his own, he more than likely would have been hauled away for perving on her, with all sorts of assault charges heaped upon him to boot.  She, however, would not be the recipient of such repercussions.  Because really, what straight man wouldn’t enjoy the attention from a hottie like Roxy?  He just wished she was mindful of the fact that he opted to speak with Emily instead.  Having usurped his bags of coffee and leaving her behind should have been a clear sign of his preference.  Should have, being the key words.  It was now obvious to him that even if she was told point blank and straight up of Emily being his chosen one to interact with, it probably<i>still </i>wouldn’t have sunk in.  Women like Roxy didn’t take no for an answer, even if it was spelled out in upper case, blinking, neon colors.<br/><br/>Now that the foursome were all on a first-name basis, he noticed how Roxy held onto his hand during his<i>nice to meet you, Roxy </i>handshake quite a bit longer than Angela did.  Emily took note of it, too, as she silently seethed.  Good thing, then, that Angela chimed in with more Emily plaudits.  Boris had heard about<i>Kitty’s Can Can</i>, though he’d never actually been inside.  Why mention the club?  Did she perform there?<br/><br/>Looking at her, he deduced that Angela most certainly would thrive in such an environment.  She, too, had curves in all the right places.  In fact, all three women in his current orbit possessed asset-rich anatomies.  This reminded him of that movie,<i>Dead Man’s Curve.  </i>Or was that a song?  Eh, no matter.  Boris knew it was one or the other, maybe both.<br/><br/>“Hors d’oeuvres at a Halloween party?” Boris repeated.  He smiled at Angela’s mention of her food garnering more attention than the girls at the club.  This came as no surprise to him, if her oatmeal raisin cookie was anything to go by.  Emily the baker took it in stride, though she appeared to be a little embarrassed at the compliment.  “So if you’ve done Halloween, Emily,” he began, “I’m sure you’d be awesome with<i>Día de Muertos</i>.”<br/><br/>It was then that Roxy decided to join in on the banter.  “Boris, it's nice to be officially introduced.  Why haven’t I seen you in<i>Blue’s Café</i>before?” she inquired.  More often than not a gentleman, Boris turned to answer her, gazing into her eyes.  “Well, Roxy, mostly on account of I tend to frequent as much of the smaller coffee shops as I can.  Like,<i>Honour Coffee, Café Ladro</i>,<i>Pegasus Coffee</i>, and here to name a few.”  Mentioning all these coffee joints, he sipped from his own cup.  He then concluded, “Though now, I may have to edit that list to just<i>Blue’s Café.</i>”<br/><br/>When Boris uttered that last statement, his eyes returned to Emily’s.