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New Years one-shot

"Knock, knock!"

Elle strolled into the room wearing a long black jacket. Crazy, right? It was burning up in here! But she wouldn't be in it for very long. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she started undoing the buttons on her coat. Now, one could've easily gotten the wrong impression about what she was up to. Maybe she'd deliberately staged this to mislead Adam, or maybe she just wanted to play around some. Couldn't blame a girl for trying. This was a party ... or it was supposed to be. And right now she was the entertainment, whether her one and only spectator liked it or not. Of course she wouldn't know whether he liked it or not because he was staring at her with that same stupid blank expression he always had. Well, pretty much.

So was she really stripping? No way! Not entirely anyway. The bulky outer garment was slipped off and discarded onto the floor, revealing the little black dress it had been concealing. She was so proud of how this particular piece of clothing accentuated her every curve, although Adam probably wouldn't notice until she showed him what was behind door number two. He could be such a drag sometimes. Seriously, no wonder they locked him up.

... Nice. She was supposed to be trying out this new thing called 'being nice.' It was almost a brand new year! Elle doubted much would change from the previous one, but she could try something different on for size for another hour or so, which was about how long this dog and pony show would last. Bennet was finally gone. Sheesh. It was like the guy never took any time off, but he was at home with his family, and her father was off at some kind of meeting or whatever. She hadn't paid close attention when he'd explained it to her. What she had been sure to ask was when to expect his return, so by the time he arrived, she'd be back in 'her place,' far, far away from Monroe. But if Daddy wasn't going to let her go out and have some fun, she'd have to drum up a little excitement here. Lucky for Adam, all of the other prisoners here were constantly mean to her or downright creepy.

"I've got a surprise for you," she teased with a playful flick of the tongue.

After instructing Adam to wait right where he was ( as if he had a choice ), she darted out of the room. When she re-entered, she was pushing a cart of ... what else? Food. The best part about this was her dad had signed off on it. One decent meal a year was allowable. Only one condition: Elle had to be the one to fuss over it. Bob couldn't be bothered with such a trivial thing. Really, she'd just called in a cook and threatened bodily harm if he didn't make everything perfect. Alright, so maybe she could've treated the guy a little better, but it was for a good cause. Besides, she hadn't actually done anything to him.

"You hungry?" Elle ran her fingers in a zigzag pattern around the rim of the plate before scooping it up and carrying it over to Adam. "You know, even prisoners on death row get to make one last dinner request." Okay, so he didn't exactly choose the menu, but so what? If he didn't like it, she'd eat it. Either way, it wouldn't go to waste, although she would be a little disappointed if he refused. He also wouldn't be dying anytime soon, or ever, for that matter. Hello, immortal. So maybe there weren't a lot of similarities here. But the best was still to come! Why draw it out? Well, since he was getting all the goodies, she had to find other ways to get her kicks.

Elle circled Adam, crouching behind him as she placed both her hands on his shoulders. Then she leaned forward to whisper into his ear. "Aren't you going to take a bite? I promise I didn't poison it or anything." Like she would've admitted it if she had, though that would've been kinda ... what was the word? ... Counterproductive.

And what was behind door number three? Let's see, shall we?

She wrapped her arms all the way around Adam and gave him a quick squeeze before excitedly skipping back over to the cart. After pausing momentarily for dramatic effect, she drew back the cloth covering the bottom compartment.

Now there was the smile she'd been waiting for. Too bad it was because of the smorgasbord of booze instead of how totally hot she looked in this dress ... although she had caught him checking her out once or twice. Maybe that was just her imagination running away with her ( wouldn't be the first time ), but she was much happier believing Adam found her attractive - especially when she'd squeezed herself into this outfit specifically for his viewing pleasure.

"You're going to need something to wash that down with," Elle pointed out with a swish of the hand.

When he didn't jump at the chance to fix himself a drink, she folded her arms loosely across her chest. "Better move fast. Daddy'll be home soon." In other words, he'd better hurry up. Seize the moment while it lasted, that sort of thing. 'Cause no matter what Adam thought, she was the best hostess this place had. Sad, but true. She let him ponder his options as she poured herself something pretty and sparkly.

Needless to say, it didn't take a lot of convincing.

Looks like Elle and Adam would both be a little tipsy ringing in the new year. Well, she'd be tipsy. Her tolerance level for alcohol was way low ... supposedly. Hmm. Come to think of it, she hadn't gotten a lot of chances to find out how much she could handle before it started really affecting her.

Actually, there probably wouldn't be a huge difference from how she normally acted.

It was bound to be an interesting experiment, to say the least. Now, if only they had a radio or a cd player ... something that played music. She was in the mood to dance.

Oooh! She had a boombox in her room. All she had to do was go get it.

... But she'd be back. Also, hopefully once Adam had eaten, and since he had alcohol to appease him, maybe, just maybe he'd be more willing to let her indulge a little.