Upstairs at Milliways

[walking_napalm]

Milliways has been helpful in a lot of different ways, over the past few months.

This is the first time that that convenience has come about because the room upstairs is closer than Red's place or Liz's room at the Bureau, though.

"--ould you just let me open the door already--" The door opens suddenly, and Liz is laughing as she comes through with the awkward spin of someone who just ducked away from someone else. She's still dressed from the mission, gun on her belt and bulky BPRD vest unzipped most of the way.

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[walking_napalm]

She smiles a little bit (despite herself), at him; curls her hand into the lapel of his coat and pulls it more securely around her.

"Yeah, well, Alû aren't exactly known for their levels of personal hygiene." She picks up her shirt and stands up to step into her underwear and black jeans, determinedly not pulling a face as she tugs them on.

Pants dealt with, Liz steps in and rests a hand over Red's heart, palm and fingers flat, and leans up to kiss his cheek. It's a quiet gesture, silently grateful.

She pats his chest gently and lowers her hand so she can wring out her shirt and yank it over her head, working around the coat; her boots receive a glance, but they're soaked inside and out, and God only knows where her socks are. She can go without.

She folds her arms. "Wanna go talk the bar into getting us a dry room?" Beat. "If there is one."

[bprd_agent_red]

He smiles down at her softly after the kiss, waiting until she's ready. Offering his coat to her (it's wet but at least it's a shield from the rest of the water dropping) he nods.

"Yeah, cup of coffee might be nice, too."

[walking_napalm]

Liz is dwarfed by the coat, but she isn't about to turn down the offer. She tugs it on -- ignoring the way that the sleeves fall well past her hands -- and pulls it around herself, crossing her arms to hold it in place.

"Sounds like a good idea to me," she says.

It is a good idea, and a necessary one; it's wet and cold as hell in the room.

Of course, that doesn't mean that Liz is particularly looking forward to facing the bar at large, even if logically, no one will know that this was all her. She sets her mouth in a thin, determined line, and heads for the door.

[bprd_agent_red]

He wraps an arm around her to help keep the coat in place and moves with her towards the door.

Knowing she's not happy with what just happened he's watching and ready to handle anyone who happens to give them any trouble, or sideways looks, as they head out into the hallway.