The sight he woke up to was a wonderful one of Jessica splayed on his bed, though he hadn't stayed in the bed next to her like he normally would have after that few hours of activity.  To see the curves of the redheaded waitress laying atop the covers, her curves easily displayed against the white sheets.  It was enough to bring a grin to his face even through the slight headache from the drinks.  Even the face that he had learned she was one of the Omertas did not do anything to hurt the grin.<br/><br/>He spent a few moments admiring the sight through his sleep filled eyes and his headache before he decided he needed to move around.  Another round sounded good to him, but he had a job to do for Fanya, and pissing off the Ormetas by putting them to shame with one of their girls would hinder that.  Any other time he wouldn't care, but not now.  Instead, he got out of his chair, and took the pistol with him towards the bathroom.  Once that light came on, darion's scarred body of trained muscle came into view, though he doubted just the light would wake the woman up after so few hours of sleep.<br/><br/>After stripping the one piece of clothing he was wearing off, he climbed into a warm shower to wash off the last of the sweat and smells from the night before.  He spent a couple extra minutes in the streaming water waking up before finally getting out after about 15 minutes.  It took him another couple moments to gather the clean cloths and started dressing.  Taking some of the nicer cloths from the closet collection, some jeans, a light shirt and t-shirt under it.  He even found a new sand colored trench coat to put over his armor.  He could finally get rid of the grey worn one he had been using for so long.<br/><br/>Before starting to put the armor itself on, darion moved over to run a finger lightly along Jessica's spine.  She laugh lightly at the reaction from her before speaking up.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Time to wake up Jess.  Don't want your boss  to find out you actually had a fun night.”</span>he said to her before moving over and beginning to put the actual armor on.  he knew that Fanya was likely going to begin waiting for the people from the job to start giving them a further brief.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>