alisa_lebeau_v3 | Getting Back to Where I Belong

Alisa managed to secure an apartment in the Waldorf Astoria, until she could find a new apartment to live in. She had left the Pier and was trying to get her life in order. It was suggested she stay for a bit longer, but she refused. She as determined to get back into High Society, and her rightful place in life. The world had knocked her down, and she was going to climb back up even if it killed her... figuratively, of course.

Despite warnings to let Alistaire go, she was tired of listening to everyone else but herself. She got into this whole mess because she listened to what other people thought, instead of what she thought... and that ended once Brooke gave her a spark back.

"Of all people, leave it to Brooke to get me back to how I was. I doubt she intended it, knowing her." Alisa mumbled, shrugging her shoulders as she took another sip of her Brandy.

The doorman and front desk of the Waldorf were given specific instructions that if Alistaire Shaw wished to see her, he was to be told where she was, and given a key to her apartment. She still trusted him more than anyone else. Despite the screw up with her previous implants, he was always there... even when she tried to drive him away on the words of others. In her eyes, he was still the only friend she had.

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Doormen... that's so cute.

Alistaire emerges from her bathroom, toweling off from a shower. "I will say, it's a little below my station, but this place does have a decent gym. Felt the need to clean off afterwards." He has a towel around his waist, and another over his shoulders, drying his hair.

Alisa just grinned, looking over at Alistaire.

"They also have a nice spa and bar. You should take advantage of both." She slowly crossed her legs, resting her feet on a foot stool in front of her. She was wearing a custom pair of Jimmy Choo shoes, with black knight chess pieces for heels. Something she bought before she was blown up. "Though these are temporary arrangements. I am trying to find a nice penthouse to live in. I must admit, it feels good to be back to how I was, before all the chaos."

Grinning, Alisa kept her eyes on Alistaire. She was semi-dressed herself. Wearing black thigh high stockings that were held in place with a garter belt, black panties, and a black bra... all rather expensive looking. She appeared as though she were taking a break from getting dressed to enjoy a drink, when Alistaire showed up.

"I am planning to speak with my Father, soon. I plan to return to the Enforcers Guild. I am tired of trying to be "good" and all that nonsense. I should not have listened to others and stuck with what I was good at." She offered a glass to Alistaire, her lips curling into a smile. "Being amoral, greedy, and the gate keeper between the Underworld and High Society."

He smiles faintly, but rolls his eyes beneath the towel over his head.

"It's good to see you composed again, Alisa... and disappointing to hear you thinking in such narrow terms. 'Good', 'evil', 'amoral'... those are constructs created by others. The only things that really exist are desires and things in the way of them. I expect you to think more freely."

"You are right. Labels are what got me into so much trouble." She stood up, moving closer to Alisatire, his drink in her hand. "Useless, really. Especially since I know what I want, and I plan to get it."

For a moment, her free hand trailed over the towel about his waist, before roaming up his chest.

"I think we should talk about my return to the Enforcers Guild and renegotiate my contract, Alistaire."

He takes the drink, and watches her touching him impassively.

"I'll vouch for you with the Guild, of course. What are your terms to negotiate?"

He thought this was fairly simple already. He gives orders. She obeys them.

"I want what you promised me long ago. That when you rule the Hellfire Club, I get my title of "Knight"." Her hand moved from his somewhat muscular chest, to the side of his face. "In return, you will have my undying loyalty as before. However, I will no be so... co-dependent as before. A change I think that will please you as it does me."

"What say you, Alistaire?"

"Your terms are reasonable. I look forward to seeing the results of your growth. The Hellfire Club is not what it was, and not yet what I want it to be. I'll see to it that you receive a post worthy of your efforts, however."

"Mmm... I am quite fine with that." She moved her hand away from his face, before placing her lips against his for a brief moment. "That is all I ask, Alistaire. That I get a post worthy of my efforts and what I do for you."

Alisa's lips began to move over his neck, teasing Alistaire as her teeth gently scarped along his skin.

And Alistaire does not react. "Alisa. No."

"Hmm?" She pulled away, looking quite puzzled. "What's wrong? You've never turned me down, before."

"I have different goals now than I did before. Physical intimacy with you would directly compromise one of them. Please don't take it as a judgment upon yourself. You're lovelier and more composed than ever."

His reply doesn't contain a tinge of sympathy or judgment, delivered as simple fact.

"I will not take it as a judgement upon myself. This is just... most unusual coming from you." She was taken aback. Alistaire changing his goals was... well, unusual. He was a creature of habit to her.

"Might I ask what these goals would be? If you are joining the Priesthood, I may need to slap some sense into you." She gave him a sweet smile, walking back over to her glass of brandy and taking another sip of it.

"Nothing so extreme. I've decided I desire Reiko, and she doesn't seem like the type to share." He finishes his own drink.

"Another."

"If I had a heart, it would be broken over that news." She shook her head, pouring Alistaire another drink. "Now I will have to find another to have some illicit fun with. Though I must admit, I have an attraction to Reiko as well. She is quite lovely, and if it was not for her, I am told I would not have survived the removal of my original implants."

Alisa poured herself some more brandy, before turning back to Alistaire.

"You will never know if you never ask, Alistaire. She might be more open than you give her credit for."

"Perhaps." He nods when the glass is full enough.

"But I've burned enough bridges already. I'm proceeding with due care."

"Burned? Please, Alistaire. You are not like me when it comes to burning bridges. I napalmed most of mine." She smirked. "Well... perhaps set off a nuclear bomb on a majority of them is a more accurate depiction. You can at least rebuild your bridges, they are salvagable."

Alisa took a larger sip of her brandy, before lazily sitting back in her chair. She still managed to make that look elegant, somehow.

"If you would like, perhaps I can approach Reiko with this idea. We are still friends, so she might be more open to talk with me. If not, I'm open to perhaps... suggestions on a new partner for my bed. You always had the best suggestions."

Getting Back to Where I Belong

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