[It's the morning after the clubbin'. Sonia and Montana left to get wasted, and get wasted they did, which ended with Sonia in Montana's bed. Good thing they were sharing a hotel room anyway.] [Clothes are strewn about, largely on the floor, and they're both asleep... although one may wake up in just a bit. Let's find out what happens.] [Mini Start!] * Sonia groans slightly as she stirs. She's wearing nothing but the tube the boss gave her last night, although it isn't covering anything but her stomach at this point, and Montana's hat half-over her face. * Montana also stirs, but just to roll over, his arm draping over Sonia. He's, well. Naked. Even the hat's gone, since it's on Sonia's face. * Sonia sits up a little on her arm and pushes the hat off her face, squinting at the lights of the room they didn't bother turning off, then looking over at Montana. She does a good job of not freezing up as she looks over at him, rather just appraising through squinty eyes. * Montana continues to sleep. His hair's a mess, his stubble is more overgrown than usual, and his legs are tangled in the covers, but... he looks pretty peaceful that way. * Sonia holds up her other arm and gently touches Montana's back, a slight smile coming across her face as she runs her fingers over scars when she can actually see them, and then she murmurs to herself, "Ain't such a bad boy." A small pause, then she adds, quietly, as she brings her hand up to his hair, "Don't say anything, Monty." * Sonia closes her eyes and groans again, murmuring, "God, you said enough..." * Montana mutters a little in his sleep, but it's incomprehensible and he doesn't wake up just yet. * Sonia takes a shaky breath, then holds up the bracelet on her arm, looking at it. She murmurs, "What the fuck do I do with this." She looks down at Montana. "Or you." * Montana stirs again, and this time, he opens his eyes, peering blearily and trying to make sense of whatever he's facing... which is probably some Sonia, some pillow. * Sonia is looking down at Montana waking up, and she bites her lip as he peers blearily at her. * Montana keeps peering, and after a long moment, he licks his lips and says, "Mornin'?" * Sonia murmurs back, "Mornin'." She then puts one hand to his shoulder and pushes him off of her, to roll onto his back. * Montana oofs as he rolls, and then he's squinting at the lights, now trying to figure out if he did something even more wrong than he thought he might have done. Maybe. * Sonia sits up, looking at him in all his naked glory, and then goes up to straddle him across the stomach, kneeling on either side, before she puts a hand over his mouth and says lowly, "Don't say anything." Then, after a moment, she adjusts her hat. * Montana blinks at Sonia, and he doesn't say anything, though his eyes widen at the recognition that that's *his* hat, and then clear a bit as he starts to remember. * Sonia doesn't remove her hand, although she does just stay looking down at him, not seeming bothered by their joint nudity, eyes glowing dimly in the shade of his hat. She licks her lips. (Well, Sonia still has that dress mostly on!) (Yeah, but the boobie parts are exposed, and the dress isn't doing a great job on the thighs either.) (Fact.) * Montana doesn't make any threatening moves. In fact, he doesn't make any moves at all. He just looks up silently at Sonia, still possibly putting pieces back together. * Sonia gives him a few more moments, then says, lowly, "Nod your head when you're ready to say something." She licks her lips again, eyes flicking away, then she adds, looking back at him, "Make it not stupid." * Montana looks a bit puzzled at that. (Montana: How do I say something that's *not* stupid?) (Sonia: THAT'S THE PROBLEM.) (Montana: Well, fuck.) * Sonia sighs and shakes her head, before letting her free hand rest on Montana's chest. She hangs her head slightly and closes her eyes. * Montana sighs through his nose, and he finally nods, bringing his hand up to move Sonia's from his mouth. * Sonia moves her other hand to his chest, looking back to his eyes as she stays in her pounce on his chest, saying lowly, "Yeah?" * Montana swallows dryly. "You okay?" * Sonia tenses a bit, then mutters, "Headache." Pause, then she adds, "Sex was good." Yeah. * Sonia murmurs, "Nice to get drunk with a guy who knows what the fuck he's doing." She exhales upwards. * Montana reaches up to touch Sonia's upper arm gently. "Think I got luckier." He pauses, then adds with a small smile, "Y'still got my hat." * Sonia smiles back a little wanly, then takes it off her head and drops it on his face. "You earned it." She lowers her hands to his chest, then murmurs, "Truth time. Half of me wants to fuck again, half of me wants to take a goddamn shower." She looks at his hat covered face. "You wanna make a choice?" * Montana pushes the hat up from his face and onto his head, clear surprise turning into a quizzical look, which is followed rapidly by a playful grin. "Why's it gotta be one or the other?" * Sonia bites her lip, then mutters, "We're pros. You know why." * Sonia leans down slightly, adding, "But if you wanna go in the shower, that's good enough." * Montana studies Sonia's face for a moment before deciding, "I'll take it." * Sonia smiles a bit despite herself, leans down, and kisses Montana hard on the lips for a few moments, before she growls, "Then come and get it," before she gets off of him, to slide off the bed. * Montana lets out a breath. "Hoo." He sits up, finally, and adjusts his hat. * Sonia takes off Alysha's top finally, over her head, tossing it casually to the ground. In contrast to Montana, it's very clear now that everyone's sober and bright that Sonia has no apparent scars. Then again, she's also fully armored, so that might explain some of it. * Montana looks Sonia over, and he smiles slowly, before sliding out of bed himself, walking over, and scooping her right off the ground. "C'mon, girl." * Sonia gets scooped up, actually seeming slightly surprised and letting out a clipped yelp, before looking up at Montana, from his arms, and muttering, "That's what I get for not paying attention a half-second." She doesn't seem angry, though, as she wraps her arms around his neck. * Montana grins down at Sonia. "Gotta stay alert in this business." He starts carrying her to the shower, interrupting whatever she's probably about to say with a kiss along the way. * Sonia does get interrupted, but she kisses back anyway as she pulls one of her hands away from being around his neck to slip past where he's holding her, down her stomach, to grab him by the member and smirk, pulling back from the kiss. * Montana twitches, but he keeps walking. "Jumpin' the gun a little... ain't we?" * Sonia says, still smirking, "Dunno, are you, boy?" * Montana shakes his head, amused. "You ain't nothin' but trouble." They get to the bathroom, and he sets her on the floor (she'll probably have to let go for that) and turns on the shower. (My pinkie hit the enter key mid-edit, jerk.) (what a jerk it is) * Sonia licks her lips and says, lowly, "This was your idea, boy. Sounds like you wanted trouble." * Sonia does let go so he can get the shower running. * Montana turns on the shower and starts adjusting it for temperature. "What if I do?" * Sonia takes off the bracelet he gave her, setting it on a counter, before shrugging. "I'll give it to you," she says as she comes up behind him and rests a hand on his butt. * Montana jumps a touch, taking a moment longer to check temperature. Then, apparently satisfied, he removes his hat and tosses it out of the bathroom. * Sonia laughs to herself for a short moment, before shaking her head and taking a deep breath. * Montana turns with the grin back on his face, lifts Sonia by the waist, and carries her right into the shower. BAM. WATERED. * Sonia gets carried into the water, which does a fantastic job of getting her hair wet. Montana not falling over is a fantastic feat of balance, and she rewards him by going up on her toes, pressing her body against him fully, and going in for a kiss. * Montana closes his eyes and returns the kiss with interest, using one arm to hold Sonia to him and the other to grab the shower door, pulling it closed with a little more force than necessary. [And they did what comes naturally.] [Mini End!]