<div class="floatright">(https://thumbs.gfycat.com/TangibleSecondaryCreature-size_restricted.gif)</div>Jaclyn's stating of the obvious causes Olivia to let out another soft laugh. It hits her that the tone of question vs statement really doesn't register in the moment. Olivia was indeed glad to have the elevator to themselves, and yet, Jaclyn's response sounded, so cute... in that it seemed Jaclyn's mind went right to Olivia being unaware of her surroundings.<br/><br/>"We do." - Olivia matched the wording with a pragmatic nod, trying to keep a straight face.<br/><br/>Olivia couldn't help but compare it to saying something like: "I can't believe it's Saturday already." only to have Jaclyn utter in a little slur that... yup. It was. Because yesterday was Friday. So... you know-! Today was saturday. And... we know that because the day before that was Thursday... so hah-! Take that... calendar!<br/><br/>Olivia eyed Jaclyn's hand reaching for the numbers. Oh... how easy it would have been to stumble into her at that moment. Olivia visualized the immature pressing of the halt button, simply to buy more time in the the enclosed space alone.<br/><br/>As Jaclyn stumbles slightly, Olivia's arms rise, more enthusiastically than they need to. That much is clear. One hand rests on Jaclyn's shoulder, helping her remain upright, but the other hand lingers behind her back, a nice curl of her arm that Olivia absentmindedly left in place, even when Jaclyn's movement stopped. Olivia had registered the feel of her arm wrapping around Jaclyn's waistline and lower back... and she'd found it quite fitting. Now... holding Jaclyn to herself for safety purposes while the Elevator surged upward just seemed to be Olivia's natural inclination. A default setting.<br/><br/>Olivia eyes the toned neck line, her chest, the dip of her shoulders, the crease of the neck is just inviting a small dip of Olivia's chin. And she accommodates. It's a mild gesture, something small, but she's also curious about Jaclyn's scent it seems, and the little tilt of her head is enough to indicate that she might just be a little light headed herself. Resting her chin on Jaclyn's shoulder is a little forward, but she can't avoid nibbling on her lip as the elevator brings them closer and closer to her floor.<br/><br/>Damnit... wait... she was supposed to get Jaclyn to her room first... not... but no... Jaclyn did say the 8th floor. That's right-!<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"<span class="bbc_u">You</span>... shouldn't drink so much..."</span>Olivia uttered with a small caress of the blonde's back. Then a laugh.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Let's go to your room first. I'll be fine to find mine.</span><br/><br/>Indeed, Olivia herself was not quick to pick up on what they would soon discover. She was somehow in the mindset that the room they were going to was hers. The 8th floor...? That's where her room was. Maybe Jaclyn's was there too. Either way... it sounded like Jaclyn had said 817, and 817 was strangely close to Olivia's room at 815.<br/><br/>Silly Jaclyn.<br/><br/>With her other hand, Olivia idly stroked at Jaclyn's shoulder, then brushed a blond strand of hair away from the other woman's face to tuck it behind her ear... encouraging the beauty to shift her face for her. It would be a small gesture, but even still, Olivia was playful, and the idea of Jaclyn moving her body a bit, this way or that, to accommodate any little thing Olivia might want to do with her was amusing.