Desman's Paying, Obviously!!

[Ash]

Ash watched Barry enter the room as if he were going to kill them all, and while she didn't look it she was prepared to leave him a blood smear out in the hall. Jak stood from his chair and readied himself despite the tears that were still in his eyes, but the samurai seemed uninterested in them both. The Morality Mirrored Humanoid watched from her perch on the wall while the eco-worrier had to move around in the kitchen to get a good look at the closet that Barry approached. The very same they'd just had their quickie in.

In a flash of movement, his blade carved clean through the cheap door. One-half of it teetered on its balance before falling to one side of Barry, the other one slowly swung open. Revealing a man covered in black from head to toe except for a slot for his very angry eyes. She heard Jak's jaw hit the floor in the kitchen, and while she wasn't sure where he was hiding this whole time she just shrugged the idea of him watching them off. Embarrassed the dark skinned man fled back to the kitchen to eat while she observed the two. She couldn't read sign-language, she didn't even know what it was because her world cured deafness with implants, but since the samurai chose to just pull up some chairs and slap a chess board down instead she could assume the ninja hadn't told him about their fun.

She just flashed him a smile when Barry locked eyes with her and pointed her way with two fingers. Then after a few moves made by the silent two, Ash slinked over, her hips waving in the air. Her body found the couch, where she sat improperly so she could watch the game unfold between the two. Her upper body pressed against the top of the couch, her ankles hanging off the seat, and upon entering the room anyone would be greeted to her pants stretched over her well-kept ass sticking slightly out. Her tail's movements showed how little she was thinking about her position though. Ash was focused on the game at hand.

As a regular gamer she loved games, she preferred the type with awesome graphics and lots of gore, but could probably get behind board games just the same. She got bored pretty easily so games were a good way to keep her mind occupied.  She picked up on the rules quickly enough for someone who wasn't asking questions about it, and after that, it was just about strategy. While that wasn't her favorite game, she has spent weeks on them. One in particular: A space setting with hulking men and a woman psychic woman being forced to do the will of some overlord like aliens. She wasn't really paying attention to the story, RPGs were her least favorite.

She wasn't aware of how long they'd been at this, the two silent figures tapping pieces into new places and her improperly setting on the couch as she watched innocently - the only innocent part of her perhaps - when she heard the elevator ding. She looked over her shoulder at the still very open door and watched. A grin slid over her face and her tail lifted in a very seductive was when she saw it was Desman. She watched him worry momentarily about the door being almost off its hinges to looking up at her. She purposely lowered her body on the couch so his attention would go straight to her hips. "There you are." She announced with truthful pleasure.

"W-What happened here?" Desman struggled to focus but motioned to the door.

Ash, without skipping a beat, pointed to Barry and Brian's game. "Not even doors will stop serious chess players, I guess." She joked.

"Doors? As in.. More than one?"

"Yeah, the closet door's cut in two."

Desman face palmed as naturally as he would have if he were human, "I'm the owner of this hotel for less than an hour and already there are damages to the property.." He muttered under his breath.

"Desman, you're back," Jak said from the kitchen, his attention momentarily snagged by the motion of Ash's tail. It was a flash of bluish-purple, then he saw her pants struggling to contain her butt. He turned his heated face to his robot friend. "I take it went well?"

Desman Black, the new owner of the very hotel they stood in, greeted his companion with his attention. Smiling without anyone able to see it, but the long-eared man could feel it. "I think so! It was just a bunch of reports, to explain to me how business has been going so far, and they are apparently doing very well for themselves. I don't honestly understand why they were trying to sell the place... Even without crunching the numbers I can tell they aren't in hot water or anything."

"Sometimes big business owners get bored," Ash replied, turning around now to sit on the couch like a normal heathen. Her arms draped over the back and her posture suffered terribly, as well her legs are crossed so that the one heel barely hovers over the chic glass coffee table. It would take her no effort at all to break it.

He briefly remembered her heels from the first night they met, they were boots, weren't they? He remembered thinking it was amazing she didn't break her ankles. "What ever the reason, I am the owner now."

Jak approached, a bit nervously and a bit shy. "Th-Then you would be the one to ask? Ashelin says she wants to stay here. I was thinking maybe a room closer to us?"

Desman puffed out his heroic chest, or best he could while in this limited body, "Room!?" His voice took on a deeper tone, as if he was trying to sound manlier, managery. "We have whole floors to use!" Then he slouched and let his arms fall to the sides. "Besides... I would rather we destroy personal property instead..." He mumbled, defeated.

"Floors?" The other male Prime asked.

Looking up, Desman nodded. "Yeah. There's apparently a few basement floors. The previous owner didn't use them for anything, but Louis suggested I use them for my personal living space because I didn't put down an address in my paperwork."

"So then she can stay with us?"

But it was Ash who answered, looking a little upset herself. "Of course your wife can stay with us, Jak." She reminded them of the lies they all had to keep up. Barry was still in the room, last time she checked. The male elf looked a bit embarrassed as he looked away. The sex must have been so good the poor guy forgot he was married. She looked over at Desman. "So should we head down there, then? The faster we get out of this room, the faster you can make money off of it."

The red midget's hand lifted to object, but she had a point. The idea to play along as well came back to him. "Good point, that's why I'm marrying you." He said, sounding a bit forced, but believable. Like he wasn't used to showing affection in front of people but felt obligated. "I'll send someone back up here to take care of the damages." Desman explained, turning himself to leave, only to make a U-turn. "Speaking of damages!" His voice raised, but in the same way, a salesman's does. "I was shown some footage of the lobby last night. Do either of you have anything to tell me?"

"Nope," Ash answered without hesitation. Desman didn't let on that it was a lie - or rather, in his perspective, it was a lie.

Jak, on the other hand, was the honest type. There was a difference between lying to save his friends and lying to keep out of trouble with his friends. He looked like a kid struggling with the morals of life. Finally, he spoke. "Actually..." This made Ash sigh. "...I accidentally broke a vase last night."

Desman nodded, respectfully. He then set his eyes on the demon. "Are you sure there's nothing you want to come clean about?" Ash looked at him for a long time, unfazed by his attempts to parent her. Then a grin crossed her face as a thought came to her, suddenly Des wasn't sure he wanted to hear what she had to say out of fear of what it might be. "Y-You know what, it's fine. While your involvement seemed minimum, I'd appreciate it if you paid for half of the price of the pot."

"Half?" Ash asked, her grin gone.

"Yes."

"Why half?"

"Because you were half the reason the vase broke, and apparently cleaning a Persian rug requires a specialist." Desman stood his ground.

"Specialist my ass, just go make them a new one!"

"That defeats the purpose. Besides, I'm not made of money you know." Des said as if he was reading a script out of a parent manual.

There was a pause so thick that it left Desman feeling awkward before Ash finally spat back: "That's exactly what you are made of! Omulium! Our bodies are made of the stuff we use to create money stacks like the one you dropped last night."

Desman remained silent for another awkward moment. "My point still stands. Pay for the vase or you can't stay here."

Ash looked at him with a glare, not of anger or frustration. She was mildly annoyed at best. The woman also knew how to twist it so that he couldn't say no, simply by accusing him of being the type to let his fiance sleep on the streets, but that would take a lot more energy than she was willing to spend. "Fine, but I demand we get rid of that stupid sign on the fountain."

"Already on it!" Desman said, producing the sign and ripping it in half. It had been laminated, but this was a robot we were talking about.

Ash smirked.

"How much was the Vass, anyway?" Jak asked, curiously.

Desman had honestly forgotten there was anyone else in the room until he spoke up. He looked over despite his startled heart. "A grand." He said, leaving the money terms out of it. The point was that was a lot of cash and he didn't want to foot the whole thing.

Jak's jaw dropped again. "For a vase!?"

"That's cheap," Ash said, but both looked at her like she was insane. She probably was. "Don't' worry about it Jak." She said, lifting herself up in a fluid motion and summoning a cred-stick in her hands before walking over to her 'fiance' and slotting it in one of the cracks she'd found last night while fingering his body. "There you are, love." She said, before walking away towards the elevator. "But the door is your problem, it was all the Samurai's doing." She called over her shoulder, her hips following the same motions as an ocean.

Which worked to distract Desman long enough. Feeling the need for a fan, he picked the card out of his slot and uses it like one. Later if he inspects it, it would look like a pre-paid credit card, but plainer visually, and more exotic internally. He, as someone who can probably grasp it, would understand the complexity of it as a sign of a more advanced technology than, say common man.  That would be later, and possibly a conversation to be had with her alone given that thing she used on him last night. For now, he followed her out of the apartment, the parade of people trailing behind them. "Should we stop at the lobby to drop this off or go straight for the basement floors?"

"You can summon a safe for it when we get down there." Ash said, opening the doors and stepping in, "I want to see what we're working with."