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percival,
titania

Baby Showers and Cheap Hotels

Characters: Percival and Titania
Date/Time: Late evening, Saturday August 24th
Location: A cheap but clean chain hotel in KC
Rating: Likely to be G but there might be shades of PG.
Warnings: Not hardly.
Summary: A spur of the moment trip to KC for Lilith's baby shower and Percival left the travel arrangements up to Titania. Bad move, bro.

With a sigh that rang only with very much put-upon and playful exhaustion, Titania dropped her soft-sided carry-on bag onto one of the double beds in the hotel room. Then she straightened, grounded her hands at the small of her back, and arched with another little noise until she felt the muscles loosen. Even as she focused on her body's reactions, she let her grey gaze roam around the room.

It was passable, she decided. Generally inoffensive and apparently clean. Decorated in various shades of tan, it left her longing for color but the price was right. Something she had to pay attention to since she was determined to be doing the treating when it came to the room.

"So... Not too bad, huh?" She smiled at her would-be roommate for the weekend. "Am I still awesome?"

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It may have been a generic, beige and boring chain hotel room, but to Percival it seemed like the Taj Mahal. Compared to some of the places he'd lived, from shabby transient hotels to his current closet-sized New York City apartment, the room was positively palatial.

"Oh yes, Your Majesty," he grinned, dropping his backpack on the other bed, "you are still awesome." He extended his arms over his head and stretched, feeling the bones of his spine pop. "I don't know how you managed to pull this off for us. Fairy magic, I'd imagine."

"Something like that," she returned with an impish grin. If he wanted to put it down to magic, she wasn't about to burst his bubble with the mundane reality of Daddy's hotel-points and Priceline. "So are you tired yet or should we figure out some way to keep ourselves out of trouble?"

"I don't know. I can't tell if I've gotten my second wind or if it just hasn't caught up with me yet and I'm gonna fall over any second now," he laughed. He sat down on the edge of his bed and smiled at her. "At least I don't have the road vibrations from riding the bike. That takes hours to get rid of."

Leaning back on his hands, he stretched his legs out in front of him. "What about you? You up to doing anything, or are you tired from whipping this up for us?"

"Me? Oh, I'm like the Energizer Bunny, cutie." She laughed and spun to drop herself onto her own bed, falling flat onto her back and bringing her legs up to cross at the ankles demurely and resting her hands folded atop her stomach. "I only stop when it all catches up to me. It's an old theater trick. Mind over matter and all of that."

She turned her head to grin at him. "I could go for something to eat, though, I think."

At the mere mention of food, Percival's stomach let out an audible growl. He looked down, surprised. "Um, I think I'm hungry too." He sat up and rested his arms on his knees. "So where do you want to go? There's that diner next to the hotel, I guess. Did you notice anything else close by?"

"Nope, the diner works for me. I could go for something greasy and bad for me." Titania flowed upright again and then slid from the bed. Then she retrieved her purse. "How about you?"

"Works for me too!" He stood and stretched again, then checked his jeans pockets for his wallet. Grabbing the room key from the top of the dresser, he opened the door. "After you, Your Majesty," he bowed with a smile.

"Are you going to call me that all weekend?" she asked as she led him from the room. She flashed a grin of pure mischief over her shoulder at him. "Because I kinda like it."

Percival shrugged. "Well, you are the Fairy Queen. I mean, I know there's Mab out there and all, but you're the queen I know. Besides," he grinned sheepishly as he pressed the elevator button, "I never know whether to call you Titania or Misha."

"Oh, cutie, you can call me anything you want except late for dinner." Reaching over, she squeezed his hand. Just then, the elevator pinged and she dragged him within its cool metal confines. "But Misha is probably best when we're out in public or if my roomie is ever around when you visit."

She stated this as if, of course, he would visit her at her apartment some day. In reality, she was all a-glow inside with total smugness at his innocently stated opinion. Poor Percival. He had no idea how well she remembered things and how seriously his words could weigh in the court of power-plays. She was his queen. Fae Queen, at least.

"And what would you like me to call you, hm?"

"I guess you should probably call me Chance in public. Though I don't mind when Nyx calls me Percy or P." The elevator dinged and opened as it reached the lobby, and they headed for the hotel exit. Once outside, he turned to her. "I sometimes forget that Percival is my name too," he admitted, "even though I automatically respond to it. This is all still kinda new for me."

"You'll get used to it. I promise." She reached for his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. "After all, it's not like you're suddenly a different person. You're still you. Just more you than you've ever been before."

"More me," he nodded. "That's a good way of looking at it. I'm going to have to remember that." He smiled and returned the hand squeeze as they walked toward the diner. "Thank you, Your Maj- I mean Misha."

"Any time. That's what I'm here for," she returned cheerfully. "Just think of me as your personal Blue Fairy." With that silly joke, they reached the diner door and she stretched out her free hand to open it.

With a quick step, Percival reached the door first. "Oh no, allow me," he bowed slightly and opened it for Titania. "Ladies first, always."

"I absolutely adore the way you think, Chance." Titania paused to touch gentle fingers to his cheek as she slipped past him. It was a gesture not lost on the bored hostess just within the door who, quite noticeably, looked less bored at their approach. The petite brunette smiled at her and held up one hand with two fingers extended. "Two, please."

The woman nodded, picked up two menus, and motioned them to follow her. Titania bit back a giggle and cast a bright-eyed look towards her companion. If he paid attention, he could not possibly miss the mischief there.

He was paying attention, and he grinned in return. Even the Fae Queen was impish and unpredictable, as most of her kind were. Even in mortal form. As far as he was concerned, that just made her a fun friend to have around. He knew she wouldn't cause him harm -- she was Seelie, after all.

The hostess directed them to a booth, and he slid into one faux-leather seat. "Man, am I hungry," he remarked as his stomach grumbled again. "I think I want a burger of some kind. How about you?"

"I wish I could." Titania sighed in her best overwrought, overdramatic manner. Then she smiled for him to show it was all fun and games. "I'm getting a little sensitive to iron in my food," she admitted. "Just a little bit so I'm being careful." She eyed the menu thoughtfully before adding, "Like I didn't already have to think about what I eat all the time, ugh."

"Because of being an actress?" Percival asked. He was still mentally processing the iron thing -- though he figured it made sense since she already was sensitive to the touch of iron and steel. He remembered that much from their time in Faerie.

Opening his menu, he went immediately to the burgers. "It must be tough, having to watch what you eat like that."

"A little but I don't notice it as much anymore. You get used to some things, I guess." She picked up her menu, opened it, and neatly lifted it so it would hide most of her face from him. Then she fluttered dark lashes expertly over the edge. "But I'll tell you a secret. I can never say no to soft-serve ice cream."

"I'll have to keep that in mind!" he laughed. "There's this place in the city I've heard of, down in the Village, that's supposed to be really good. Maybe I can take you there sometime."

Just then the waitress arrived at their table. "Can I get you folks anything to drink?" she asked, and Percival held out his hand to Titania with a nod, indicating that she should go first. Ladies first, after all.

"Just a water with lemon, please." Titania turned the full charm of her smile on the poor woman and the waitress blinked back at her before looking down at her table finally and making a quick note.

Then she turned to Percival. "And you?"

"I'll have a Coke, please," he smiled at the waitress. As she went off to get their drinks, he turned back to Titania. "I want to thank you for finding the hotel, and for finding that airfare for me for that matter." He ducked his head sheepishly. "That was the first time I've ever been on an airplane. I have a feeling I'm going to be racking up frequent flyer miles from now on."

"I think you're right." Titania shook her head but it was a good-natured gesture, lightened by her wry smile. "My dad gets frequent flyer miles through work but I should probably get my own card or something. Otherwise, he's probably going to start asking some really awkward questions." Folding her hands on the table in front of her, she gave a little shrug. "At least you and Nyx are nice and close and Henry's just down in PA."

Percival nodded. "You could always tell your dad you're flying for acting stuff, like roles." The waitress returned with their drinks and straws, and he took the paper off his and stuck it in his Coke, then grinned, "Yeah, at least you guys are only a roadtrip away."

He sipped his drink. "I wonder why there are so many of us in New York," he mused.

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