The Stripper Pole Suite; The Arms Hotel, Friday Evening

[fantastic_torch]

After his nice little chat with Mary, Johnny secured the keys to his favorite suite and headed on up with his luggage. It was an excellent room and over the course of the weekend, he planned on letting Savannah take advantage of the pole. He was such a thoughtful boyfriend.

Tossing his bag, he headed towards the mini bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey before he settled on the sofa to call his girl.

"Hey babe. I'm in my... your favorite room at The Arms. Don't make me wait too long, sweetheart."

With a sly, somewhat quirky grin, Johnny stared at the pole and envisioned a half dressed Savannah using it for his pleasure.

Ah, life was good.

[[OOC: For his woman. Rawr.]]

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[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

She met his eyes steadily. "Johnny, whether my family accepts this decision or not, whether the Cabals leave me alone or not, none of that is going to change my mind. This is what I want. You are my future. Art school in New York is my choice and my desire."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

He held her gaze. "I know that, sweetheart. I just can't abide the crap you're most likely going to get for your decision."

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

She reached up to caress his cheek with her fingers. "Like I can't abide that you may get crap about it, too?"

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart. You know I can handle it," he said, giving her a sly grin. He might even be looking forward to it, not that he would lay claim to that out loud. "And before you say it, I know you can too. But it's me looking after you. Right?" Damn straight.