She'd felt him leave the bed earlier, the shifting weight enough to knock her semi-conscious, but she'd drifted back off before she could think anything of it. She'd decided herself that she wasn't waking up any earlier than she wanted to, and she stuck to that.
Molotov yawns and stretches before she notices the trail, and she can't help rolling her eye a little as she smiles, even as she grabs a robe. An Avox tails along behind her as she follows the gifts, picking all of it up so she doesn't have to. The Suite is quiet this time of morning, with everyone else either sleeping or already out for whatever reason. She doesn't open the gift quite yet, choosing instead to pour an entire mini bottle of chocolate liqueur into a mug before adding coffee.
She takes her gift to the table, sits as she drinks, and sorts through the bottles. Despite needing absolutely no more alcohol, she has the Avox take most to their Suite, leaving only a few bottles that she personally isn't interested in or that are duplicates. These, she puts a sticky note on, labeling them as open for the taking; she has a few of the better ones taken directly to Peggy's door, as a peace offering. The chocolates go to Arya, simply because Molotov knows she can't come to the party.
It's only once she finishes her coffee that she reads the card and looks at the tickets with a bite of her lip. The gift, she opens slowly, gasping despite herself, because it really is more opulent that she was even expecting. She goes back to the bedroom, leaving her mug and the wrapping paper for the Avox, and immediately stands in front of the mirror to put on the necklace.
Molotov, ever vain, beams at herself in the mirror, tracing a few of the lines with her fingers, then sheds her robe again and goes to lie in the center of the bed. Nothing is better than wearing only diamonds and having a huge bed to yourself.
It occurs to her that Tom has possibly gone to the Peacekeeper Center to watch her on the cameras. He's such an ass, she thinks, smiling indulgently, stretching her arms above her head to lie in the sunlight for a while. She has no idea whether he actually intends to leave her alone until sundown.
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Molotov yawns and stretches before she notices the trail, and she can't help rolling her eye a little as she smiles, even as she grabs a robe. An Avox tails along behind her as she follows the gifts, picking all of it up so she doesn't have to. The Suite is quiet this time of morning, with everyone else either sleeping or already out for whatever reason. She doesn't open the gift quite yet, choosing instead to pour an entire mini bottle of chocolate liqueur into a mug before adding coffee.
She takes her gift to the table, sits as she drinks, and sorts through the bottles. Despite needing absolutely no more alcohol, she has the Avox take most to their Suite, leaving only a few bottles that she personally isn't interested in or that are duplicates. These, she puts a sticky note on, labeling them as open for the taking; she has a few of the better ones taken directly to Peggy's door, as a peace offering. The chocolates go to Arya, simply because Molotov knows she can't come to the party.
It's only once she finishes her coffee that she reads the card and looks at the tickets with a bite of her lip. The gift, she opens slowly, gasping despite herself, because it really is more opulent that she was even expecting. She goes back to the bedroom, leaving her mug and the wrapping paper for the Avox, and immediately stands in front of the mirror to put on the necklace.
Molotov, ever vain, beams at herself in the mirror, tracing a few of the lines with her fingers, then sheds her robe again and goes to lie in the center of the bed. Nothing is better than wearing only diamonds and having a huge bed to yourself.
It occurs to her that Tom has possibly gone to the Peacekeeper Center to watch her on the cameras. He's such an ass, she thinks, smiling indulgently, stretching her arms above her head to lie in the sunlight for a while. She has no idea whether he actually intends to leave her alone until sundown.