<strong>Room 14C</strong><br/><br/>"I mean... well... all that stuff." It was hard to elaborate as she was busy helping Alex get out of his pants, and taking the opportunity to get the lay of the land with her hands, as it were. "It's just... well, you come in, and all of a sudden, at least for a few moments, the world isn't going to Hell and everything's just... better. I walk in from a downpour as if I'm playing straight woman to a two-person comedy team with the elements, and poof, you come in, hold me from inside the towel and... better." The cocktail waitress leaned forward and allowed her hands to roam over her fellow godling before pulling them behind her back as she kissed him again. "Or I'm down and overwhelmed, and suddenly there you are and you know just what to say to make me feel like I really am something more. And that's... well that's just incredible, and the best part is that you're sincere. I've got a built in bullshit detector now and you wouldn't believe how many people set it off while they were going on about how great I was. Not so much because they were lying but because they wanted something from me. Not you. Everything you say is Grade A truth." She smiled again, more broadly, not only because he was an exception to the rule, but also because she finally felt her bra unclasp with a satisfying click, allowing her to quickly maneuver out of it.