Fighting For Peace

[Evelyn Conner]

When Eve had gotten on the plane headed to LA, this wasn't at all how she'd expected things to turn out. Because of the weather, she'd opted to pick Kalispell's local airport as opposed to the private jet. Her trip home had been a last minute decision. Sadly, things didn't go nearly as smoothly as she'd hoped for, because of the weather, they'd gotten stuck somewhere between Montana and California, too far for her to go back either of the ways.

So, all the passengers had gotten relocated to the airport's hotel and was to stay there for at least the following night - all depending on the weather and if it calmed down any. Needless to say, Evelyn immediately regretted her decision of taking public transport. Sure, the private jet wouldn't have been able to go much further, but at the very least she wouldn't have to be stuck at some random ass hotel she'd rather not be at.

And that wasn't even the worst part...

"I'm sorry miss, but there seems to be some issues with the booking," the man behind the desk informed her. "All the other rooms have already been filled, and it seems as if yours has been double-booked," he continued. Narrowing her eyes, Evelyn sighed as a hand came up to pinch the bridge of her nose. "Who is the other guest?" she asked, only turning when the man pointed at someone behind her. "That Mister over there." Her eyes focused in on overly familiar face; the very last person she could ever consider rooming with. "You've gotta be kidding me..." she muttered.

"I'm terribly sorry miss--" the man continued, but Evelyn quickly cut him off. "Yeah, yeah, just make sure this situation has been handled by the morning, otherwise I'll serve your ass on a plate." She pushed herself away from the desk and grabbed her bag as she started moving towards the elevators, completely and absolutely trying her best to ignore a certain someone she was certain was lingering somewhere close by.

This simply couldn't get any worse... and boy did she hope the hotel room at the very least had twin beds...

Tag: Akeem Ten-Amen

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

Akeem had planned to go back home to Portland for a while. He was not going to spend all summer long in Kalispell, no way. Sure, the prospect of seeing his parents was not all that charming but it was better than being stuck in Bellefonte, a school they chose to build in the middle of nowhere. It needed something livelier and even though Portland might not be known for its crazy nightlife it would still be better than Montana.

His father bought the ticket for him. The man might not own a private jet but he sure could afford tickets for his son to visit him as often as he wanted to. Luckily for both of them, said so didn’t want it that often. There was a stop though and Akeem was not sure if it was really intended or just something that happened due to the bad weather. Because sometimes, fate was just against you.

Said fate seemed to have a lot of fun at his expense. When they relocated the passengers to the airport’s hotel, Akeem knew it was unlikely they could fit everyone in so he took his phone and worked on getting a room. His father would not mind paying for him, no doubt. If not... well, he would end up paying.

He didn't expect for the hotel’s personnel to be so busy they overlooked certain details and ended up giving him a room with someone. That seemed like a really stupid thing to do, the kind of stuff you get fired for and that only happened in movies. Only what happened in movies often started out of something true. When he was told of this, he noticed Evelyn. He didn’t know if he should laugh or whine. This girl sure interested him and he still intended to watch her lose it at some point but she had the talent of giving him the worst of headaches. Still, a smile plastered on his face, he managed to get in the elevator before the door closed on her. “Looks like you’ll be stuck with me.”

[Evelyn Conner]

How stupid had she been for thinking that she could get into the elevator and at the very least buy herself some time? But of course not, the little he-devil managed to sneak his way inside and offered her that oh so annoying shit eating grin. Blowing her hair away from her face, Evelyn kept her gaze locked on the door ahead, her grip on her bag tightening. She would have picked anyone to spend a room with save for this guy.

"Just keep to yourself and we won't have any problems, Mr. Ten-Amen," she said dryly, her head shaking. Why couldn't this damn elevator move faster? The last place she wanted to be was stuck in such a small place with this guy. He already put her on edge enough as it was. She didn't need this shit, and she would make sure the hotel staff knew exactly how little she appreciated their mistake.

Eventually though, the elevator doors opened and Evelyn wasted no moments before stepping outside. Holding up the keycard, she looked at it and started looking for the correct door number. Once she located it, she put the keycard into the door and opened the door. Stepping inside, she wrinkled her nose. She didn't dare to step through the small hallway leading to the bedroom.

She was terrified of finding out whether or not the room came with twin beds or a master bed.

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

At first, Evelyn refused to talk to him and Akeem thought it would be a very long night if she chose to ignore him the whole time. She looked pissed, boy did she looked pissed! He was so glad he was not some random guy working here at the hotel for she would give them hell until this was over. As for Akeem, he didn’t really care. He could make the most out of this situation. He just wished his suitcases had not been registered in the plane, forcing him to carry only a small bag with the stuff he took with him on the plane. He didn't think for one minute he might be stuck in a hotel while waiting for his flight to be rescheduled. He wondered if she thought about that. Little Miss Perfect.

Finally, she talked to him, only to tell him pretty much not to talk to her. “This situation amuses me as much as you, believe me. But it’s still better than if it was a total stranger no? Or you would have preferred some fat fortysomething pervert to share a room with you?” He was standing straight next to her but he still allowed himself to turn his head to look down at her and her furious expression. Poor girl. She was just asking for him to do something to her.

He didn’t have the time to be courteous, she was already walking out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened. He took a deep breath as he considered she was exaggerating and followed her. She could not blame him from doing that, they had the same room after all. All he had to do to find it was to follow behind her, probably giving the idea to anyone that might be in the hallways right now that they were a coupe. One that obviously had a fight if you looked at her face.

Akeem took little time to stay in the middle of the small hallway and merely took the time to acknowledge where the bathroom was before heading to the bedroom. And the unique master bed. Just perfect. “You prefer the right or the left side?”

[Evelyn Conner]

His words were met with nothing but a frustrated sigh. In a way, she didn't know which of the two she would have preferred. They both had their downsides, of course, but at the very least she didn't have to worry about a forty year old pervert using his powers on her. That, and this boy already put her on edge, which just furthered her own annoyance. Out of all the people she could have ended up with, why did it have to be him?

She remained still even as he moved past her. Her heart sunk in her chest at his words and finally, she closed the door behind them and ventured further inside, her eyes immediately falling upon the king sized bed. "You're sleeping on the floor," she said, her voice indicating as if it wasn't up for discussion. Placing her bag on the small desk located by the television, Evelyn lifted her hand to comb her fingers through her light brown hair.

Now, she had to find out a way to make this as painless as humanly possible. Maybe she could lock herself inside the bathroom... No, that seemed silly. Maybe order room service and order nothing but alcohol? That could work. She wasn't normally the kind of person who enjoyed getting drunk, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

She then turned, her eyes moving over the room until finally landing upon the minibar. "Perfect," she said, more so to herself as she moved forward, taking off her coat while she was at it. Hanging the coat on one of the chairs, Evelyn knelt in front of the minibar.

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

He was not surprised she was annoyed. She might pretend he received no special treatment, he could tell he was somehow getting under her skin and this only encouraged him to keep going even further. Despite what she said, he knew there was something a little more than what she normally give people. Sure, that was negative but he could still work with that.

If she was not glad it landed on him, he was glad it was her. At least he wouldn’t have to fear this was some weird ass stranger who would be all creepy on him while they had to share a room. Somehow, he doubted his power would be able to save him from such a situation. It was more likely to make them even creepier. He knew what to expect out of Evelyn. Absolutely nothing other than him pushing her around and her wishing she was elsewhere.

The fact there was only one bed was amusing. Mostly because he was certain it would torture her. Akeem could behave in the bed, mostly because he knew his nuts would be too close for her not to hit them if he did not behave. But to watch her as the ideas no doubt came through her mind of what he might be able to do in it was pretty amusing. She had to say he would sleep on the floor, of course. “Will I have the right to a pillow and maybe a sheet or I should consider myself lucky you’re not locking me inside the bathroom?” he retorted. He would find a way not to sleep on the floor. Or be too drunk to even care. Speaking of which...

He found the minibar and was going there just as Evelyn also spotted it. “Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Are you sure you are the right age for that?” he asked her as he prevented her from opening it. Once he pushed her hand away, he opened it to take one of those ridiculously small bottle they offered in there for an even more ridiculous price. “Maybe I should down them all for you, before you do anything illegal.” He noticed he picked a baby bottle of vodka. Okay, he could work with that. He opened it and downed it. She was going to pay for those, right?

[Evelyn Conner]

Turning to look at him, her expression practically read "does it look like I care?". In truth, she didn't. As long as he stayed as far away from her as he possibly could, he could do whatever he liked, as long as it didn't affect her in any way. She'd be fine with them not talking and simply ignoring each other too, but knowing what she did about the boy, she wasn't going to get quite that lucky. He seemed to enjoy trying to push every button she had.

Pausing, the brunette's brows furrowed as the boy prevented her from getting into the mini-bar. She sighed as she straightened herself up. "I don't remember telling you my age, and I sincerely doubt that's any of your concern either way." No, she wasn't old enough, but that hardly mattered when you had enough money to buy the entire hotel on a whim. She also had a fake ID for such purposes. "Fine by me," she shrugged as she walked towards the phone. If he wanted the contents in the mini-bar, she wasn't going to stop him. She could always order something better through room-service.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she reached for the phone and dialed the number to the reception. She lifted the phone to her ear and waited for someone to pick up on the other end. "This is Evelyn Conner. Yes. Yes. I'd like to order your finest white wine." She tossed a quick glance towards the boy. "Actually, make that two bottles." She had a feeling she would need that in order to get through the night.

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

She gave him a face but Akeem was not sure if that meant she would offer him one of the pillows on the bed and perhaps some sheets or if she just couldn’t care less about his comfort and shall let him sleep with his small travelling bag as only headrest. Both were possible. Akeem had yet properly read her and so refused to guess any course of action she would take. He would assume a bit of everything, like this he would not be surprised whatever she chose to do and would know how to react. It was important to be prepared.

He could ignore her. He could just watch television. There was one right there and she would be happy if he did, no matter what show he chose to look at or the volume in which he’d listen to it. She was trying so hard to ignore his presence, to do as if she did not have to deal with him yet again. “Make me a concerned citizen than who doesn’t want underaged people to get drunk,” he replied as she claimed her age was none of his business. His tone though made it clear he did not think he was nothing close to a concerned citizen. He was, however, in legal age to drink everything there was in there. Not that he would, but he definitely could.

He actually took nothing else than that baby bottle of vodka from the mini-bar. He didn’t want to get too drunk and definitely not in a matter of minutes. He heard her order the bottles of wine. “Funny, I thought you’d prefer red wine. You know, the very dry ones.” Yes, it was a lame joke about her personality. He still thought she would have gone for red wine. He walked towards the bed and despite the fact she claimed possession of it, he lied down on it. “Amazing what money can buy. I bet they won’t even ask you for an ID.”

[Evelyn Conner]

Rolling her eyes, Evelyn's head shook faintly, making her hair bounce around her head. In truth, the brunette had never been overly concerned about the legal age of drinking. In hindsight, she probably should have cared a lot more than what she did, but given her status and upbringing, that, was by far one of the last things she had to worry about. Now, if anyone wanted to really get to her, all they had to do was bring up and uncover the illicit business she and her brother did. Now, thankfully, very few knew, nor had the proof do such a thing. So, drinking when she wasn't allowed to, was the last thing anyone, least of all Evelyn, worried about.

She shot him a glare at his remark, her eyes rolling again. She finished the phone call and put the phone back where it belonged. She didn't move even as he went to lay down on the bed beside her. Instead, she simply stared at him, unsure whether or not she wanted to break her calm posture by slapping him. She decided against it though. "Of course they won't," she responded. "After all, no one asks questions when there's money involved. Especially not when said money is handed to them." She turned her gaze back towards the door.

Her life had always been charmed like that. There was few worries in life when you could afford buying anything you wanted and few people asked any questions. Though, from what she'd learned, the boy was hardly one to speak. He came from a well funded family himself, no? Perhaps not as well off as her own, but still well off. She pushed herself off the bed and went to grab the bag she'd brought with her. Thankfully, Evelyn was always prepared. She brought the bag with her into the bathroom and quickly closed the door behind her.

Placing the bag under the counter, she placed both of her hands along the side of the sink and leaned forward. Turning on the tap, the brunette splashed her face with some cold water and took a deep breath. Now, she only had to wait a few minutes for the wine to come, and she'd survive this night with as much grace as she could possibly muster.

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

Akeem would lie if he said he cared whether or not she should be allowed to drink. He got there was a high chance she did not have the right age but if she wanted to get wasted, he was not the one who would care enough to prevent her. He did only to further annoy her, since it seemed to be the only thing he was good at. They were both trapped here and he intended to make the most of it, even if it was at her expense.

If he didn't care about her drinking or not, he also didn’t mean to get her in trouble. It was the beauty of not really caring about people’s actions, whether it was good or bad, you let them do whatever they wanted. Still, two bottles... “Obviously. I’m wondering though, what kind of night you expect of having, ordering two bottles of wine. I hope you’re ready for the consequences,” he said in his usual careless tone. He was clearly not talking about the hangover that would likely follow the next morning if she chose to empty two bottles on her own. Just to see her drunk, he decided he would watch out how quickly he emptied the mini-bar. He had to remain lucid to witness this and enjoy it.

“You know, you could have ordered something to eat too. I don’t know for you but I have not eaten anything in some time. You have any preferences?” Akeem asked her as he went for the phone, moving on the bed and knowing full well that he brushed her skin as he did so. She left though and Akeem looked at her as she locked herself in the bathroom. She could stay in there the whole night for all he cared. It wouldn’t be as fun but he could still go with that. She’ll be the one trapped in there, he’ll enjoy the big bed. And it was not a closed door that would stop him from getting under her skin.

[Evelyn Conner]

"Hopefully a night where I'm too drunk to notice your presence." To be fair, the two bottles were more so for reassurance than anything else. Just in case she drank one and realized that it wasn't nearly enough to wash away the presence of this critter. Evelyn was rarely the kind of person who got anything beyond tipsy, if even that, but she had a feeling this would be one of those nights where she'd need it sorely. She didn't think she'd survive the night otherwise. "Rest assured, Mr. Ten-Amen, I'm well aware of what I'm doing. There's little need in telling me."

Waving her hand dismissively at him, Evelyn cared little for what the boy ordered. She'd eaten right before she'd gotten on the plane so it would probably be a few more hours before she felt hunger strike once again. Though, the boy drew closer and brushed against her, which had her entire body tensing. Luckily, she'd already opted for leaving for the bathroom.

Once she'd soaked her face and cooled herself down, Evelyn took a deep breath. She then reached for a towel, patting it against her face. It was in moments like these that Evelyn was glad she wasn't one for wearing make-up. It would surely have made the splashing water in her face much more tedious. She put the towel back on the hanger and moved for the door. Her hand hesitated slightly as it hovered over the handle. This was silly. She shouldn't have felt like this around this boy. She was giving him far too much power. Power which he'd clearly not earned.

Opening the door, Evelyn stepped out. Her expression was stoic and devoid of any emotion. She tossed the boy a quick glance as she drew towards one of the empty chairs on the other side of the room.

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

Akeem chose not to say a thing as she answered him. It was the kind of answer he expected. It was kind of frustrating though, to remain on her bad side when she could so easily make an ally or at the very least someone who would not bother her out of him. He had hoped to have a relationship with her that would be beneficial to the both of them. It would appear that the best he could have is get enough on her bad side for her to want to avoid him entirely but not to the point she wanted to try and destroy him. He didn’t doubt she could have done that. She was rich and if the rumours about the Conner kids being even more ruthless than he was were true, she had to qualms ruining his life. Akeem was not exactly the kind who would purposefully hurt others but he also saw little reasons why he shouldn’t when they crossed him and thinking differently was not all that easy for him, even when trying to understand someone else.

She did not answer for the food so Akeem ordered still a little bit more than just for himself, taking over the best out of their menu. He had a thought for his father as he did. The man might have liked to sample that food and point out what was wrong. Akeem cared a lot less about that. He also pointed out they could put it on the same tab as the wine previously ordered. Eh, no qualms, remember?

He was putting the phone down when she emerged from the bathroom. “For a moment, I almost expected you to lock yourself in there until your bottles arrived,” he told her. His tone was not teasing her but those words sure could be taken as that. She avoided the bed where he was now sitting and went for a chair. “Are you really that afraid of being near me? What do you think will happen?”

[Evelyn Conner]

"Don't give yourself that much credit," she replied as she ventured towards the chair. Once seated, Evelyn closed her eyes for a brief moment. She could do this. She was better than this. Some low life idiot wasn't enough to throw her off her game, regardless of how uncomfortable this situation made her feel. She could survive this and she'd be damned if she gave the boy anymore power than what she had already. Her behavior was laughable and unacceptable. "I'm not afraid of you, Mr. Ten-Amen, but as you can imagine, this kind of situation isn't favorable for either of us. Well," she began, pausing as she looked over at the boy.

"Maybe for you, as you've been trying to breach some kind of wall ever since we met. But for me? Nada." After all, as far as Evelyn could see, she had absolutely nothing to gain from being around this boy. Save for satisfying her own curiosity, of course, but that was hardly worth the headache that often followed with the boy.

"As for what I expect to happen, well, for your sake, I hope nothing." Though, she hardly expected him to pull some grand scheme play. He was too smart for that. At least, Evelyn hoped that he was. Starting a war by crossing paths with her hardly seemed like a very good move. No, the boy was likely better off staying on her good side. Unless he honestly believed that Ellen Banks was enough to save him. Which she wasn't.

[Akeem Ten-Amen]

This girl was one tough nut. But, as she said it, he had been trying to break her since they met and he would keep until he succeeded or found something better to do of his time. The truth was the more she pushed him away, the more he found this amusing. Had she given in immediately, he likely would have ended up ignoring her. Perhaps it was an information she should know, although he doubted she would ever act like she cared about him, even if that could have him leave in the long run. “I don’t know, discussing with you through a bathroom door wouldn’t have been all that interesting. There is already a metaphorical door you enjoy slamming at my face, no need to make it real.”

Why was she staying here if she hated him company so much? He couldn’t believe this hotel had not thought about the fact its clients might not want to stick around their room all night. Ah yes, the bottles of wine. Speaking of which... “I told them to make me whatever they thought would go well with your bottles. Since you ordered white, I assume we’ll end up with some fish, or maybe chicken. Or we got a total incompetent who’ll think it goes well with filet mignon, since I also told them not to mind the expense. I picked something for you. I figured you might not be hungry now but you want might something later. If just to make sure you are not too drunk in my presence.” He said all of this on a tone he would use to discuss the weather or how to answer a mathematical equation, all about facts and no sentiments. He bet she didn't think she would be drunk with him around. And drunk meant no inhibition. Bet she’s starting to regret it now.

He showed some skepticism and boredom at her comment. “Nothing’s so boring. But I suppose you meant by that I shall not expect to see you in your underwear and try anything is that right? If so, point taken.” Not that he believed such a thing could never happen. Everything was possible, especially if he decided it so. But going all the way with a girl drunk way over her head sounded cheap, even from him and he was a guy who could use his pheromones to help himself in such situation.

[Evelyn Conner]

The corner of Evelyn's lips tugged upwards into a faint, barely noticeable smirk. "Ah, yes," she nodded, pursing her lips in amusement. "I quite fancy that door." She tilted her head up and looked away, as if staring off into space. If he thought that the door would stop slamming, he would find himself sorely mistaken. Now, she didn't personally loathe the boy nearly as much as she made it seem, but he did get under her skin in such a manner than made her feel uneasy.

When the boy started rambling on and on about food and wine, Evelyn simply zoned out. Instead, she offered him a few nods, some 'ah's' and 'ooh's' here and there. In truth, she didn't really care about the good, what he was saying or the cost. She found it slightly amusing that he put it on her tab, of course, but she was hardly about to make a big deal out of it. It wasn't as if she really cared either way, and she surely could afford it, even without her parents' money.

"You say that as if I'm shy," she pointed out, head tilting. "Now, now, Mr. Ten-Amen, you and I both know that seeing someone in their underwear is hardly something to be phased about." She wasn't embarrassed about her body. Even though she had far less curves than most of her peers, Evelyn was nothing if not confident. "It was more so for the 'don't try anything', part, but I think you're clever enough to understand what a terrible idea it would be to cross me either way." She had a feeling the boy, like most others, didn't want to get onto her bad side.

Which honestly was understandable.