“I expect there’s a chinese takeout somewhere around here. I’m really craving sweet and sour right now.” She blew out a sigh, rolling her shoulders and rubbing at them with one hand. “I’m going to get a shower while you do that, okay?”
“Alright,” Victor said as he grabbed his leather coat, “enjoy your shower, love.” He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the corner of her mouth before patting himself, checking for his wallet, and heading out the door. First, he wanted to look for something for Summer to wear. There was a small clothing store on his left and he decided to duck into it and see what was all inside. Quickly, and quietly, Victor made his way to the undergarments and lingerie department. Internally, he shook his head at some of the pieces, one of them being what looked like a few scraps of lace held together by a couple of pieces of string. He preferred items like the one Summer had worn one night. Just as he was beginning to suspect that he’d have to look somewhere else he found the perfect item. It was a simple red with black accents, it looked comfortable as well, but there was something distinctly sexy about it.
Without any further hesitation Victor bought the nightgown and headed for the Chinese take out place he could smell down the road.
Once he got to the restaurant he ordered Summer’s sweet and sour chicken and broccoli and beef for himself. After he had their food he made his way back to their room. Due to the fact that his hands were full he opted to ‘knock’ on the door with his shoulder, hoping Summer was somewhere she could hear him.
Victor had been gone longer than she expected. But this was one of those times when having an ereader and keeping it stocked was the best thing ever — she just curled up, wrapped in a towel, and started a new book. So when he finally /did/ get back, the knock on the door nearly startled her back out of the chair. Why didn’t he let himself in? He had the key.
Summer untangled herself from the chair and the towel, wrapping it back around and calling, “Just a minute!” Maybe it was something else. Combat in a towel. Yeah, great. But no, the peephole proved it was Victor, and she opened the door, raising her eyebrows at him. “What took you so long?”
Victor gave her a big smile and shuffled inside the room. Awkwardly, he handed her the bag he’d gotten from the clothes store. “Hope you enjoyed your shower love, an’ I’m sorry it took so long, I couldn’t decide but eventually I did.” He gestured to the bag that was now in her hands with his head and then continued on to the small table in the room to set down their food. “I found a Chinese place an’ got you some sweet an’ sour, like you asked, darling,” Victor turned to her and smirked. “Well? Aren’t you gonna see what I got you?”
Mildly, she asked, “What did you buy?” It was an absurd question; she held the bag. Basic plastic, with the slight weight of clothing pooled in the bottom. Even before she lifted it out, she was sighing, half-pleased, half-bemused, “Oh, Victor.” Then the red fabric unfolded from her grip, and she just blinked.
Blink turned into pleased laughter. “Took me seriously, did you? Thank you very much, Victor darling.” She wasted no time putting it on, letting the towel uncoil from her body while she tugged the red silk over her head, shaking a little to get it settled. Without pausing for admiration, she began to scrabble around in the bag of food, muttering “Chopsticks, chopsticks.”