Putting on the Ritz

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The door opens into a rather expensive hotel room with a view over modern London. Jay pauses a moment to check that his gear is locked away. As he does, a message flashes up on the TV screen with a big red kiss mark.

Have fun tonight, boys!

Jay shakes his head and flips the TV the bird before offering Emcee his arm. "Shall we go down? Our cab should be here soon."

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Jay shares a private smile with Emcee at his little exclamation and leans against a stool at the bar, looking over the gilded menu. "For you, my darling, a Tuxedo I think." A gin martini made with aged vintage liquors, absinthe and orange bitters. It's a £95 cocktail but Jay doesn't so much as blink at ordering one. "And a Rob Roy for me."

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"Oh, how very appropriate."

Emcee perches on the stool that Jay is leaning on and watches the (hot) bartender make their drink. His eyes widen a bit when he notices the dates on those vintage bottles of liquor, some of them from his time, or even older. He wants to laugh out loud, it's so absurd.

He also wants to crack jokes about Rob Roy's huge Claymore, but he's still keeping up the illusion of being refined.

Soon, though.

By his deepening dimples, he's pretty sure Jay can tell he's biting his tongue.

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Jay returns his look with a cheeky smile of his own. He's no mind reader but he can see a dirty thought lingering on the tip of Emcee's tongue.

He raises his glass to Emcee, chunking them lightly. "To living the good life." He toasts, sipping appreciatively. "Oh, this is good!"