[hawk has eyes. morgan is objectively a stunning woman - the kind that graces the pages of every reputable fashion magazine and sits front row at new york, paris, and milan with designers begging her to wear their pieces. and if he did need some sort of a beard, she certainly wouldn't be the worst choice. maybe even better suited to him than the consideration of lucy nearly a lifetime ago, back when she was the closest thing to a best friend and hadn't indeed married the richest man she could find - some billionaire masquerading as a documentary director - rothschild, if he isn't mistaken. a shame he missed that wedding invite, stationed in velletri and sending a handsome gift after the fact.
but even if he hasn't said as much and it's just their witty banter, of course embry seems to want a straight answer. hawk tips back another swig of the bottle, watching the smoke flow out across the lake, almost black where the moon's light can't catch it, and shoving down the thought that he'd like to shotgun it right out of his mouth on the next blow.]
Well shit, I left the rainbow thong inside.
[it's dryer than the sangiovese he'd had with dinner, but there's a glimmering little twinkle in his eyes as he turns to look at embry head on with a smirk. there was a time where he would have denied it - come up with a lie that would immediately squash any doubts where his preferences might lie, but considering their track record of 2-0, those aren't odds he thinks he can beat. and embry's had enough bullshit to swallow tonight, if his phone and morgan are anything to go by.]
I've been known to have a firm hand. Something about watching a brat count out what they've earned...makes for better manners. A civic duty, really.
[that's only half a joke, and he shakes his head with a low chuckle.]
And your thoughts on the same, Mr. Vice President?
[it's not that he's trying to lull embry into a false sense of security, or even make light of whatever the fuck he was sniffling about in the sand. but asking him straight on seems out of the question, and maybe this is the least he can do to make him feel less alone for now. he'll reassure himself later he's not getting soft - he's doing his damn job.]
no subject
but even if he hasn't said as much and it's just their witty banter, of course embry seems to want a straight answer. hawk tips back another swig of the bottle, watching the smoke flow out across the lake, almost black where the moon's light can't catch it, and shoving down the thought that he'd like to shotgun it right out of his mouth on the next blow.]
Well shit, I left the rainbow thong inside.
[it's dryer than the sangiovese he'd had with dinner, but there's a glimmering little twinkle in his eyes as he turns to look at embry head on with a smirk. there was a time where he would have denied it - come up with a lie that would immediately squash any doubts where his preferences might lie, but considering their track record of 2-0, those aren't odds he thinks he can beat. and embry's had enough bullshit to swallow tonight, if his phone and morgan are anything to go by.]
I've been known to have a firm hand. Something about watching a brat count out what they've earned...makes for better manners. A civic duty, really.
[that's only half a joke, and he shakes his head with a low chuckle.]
And your thoughts on the same, Mr. Vice President?
[it's not that he's trying to lull embry into a false sense of security, or even make light of whatever the fuck he was sniffling about in the sand. but asking him straight on seems out of the question, and maybe this is the least he can do to make him feel less alone for now. he'll reassure himself later he's not getting soft - he's doing his damn job.]