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11 March 2007 @ 12:57 pm
Dinner Cancellation  
Those who are well versed with Terry Benedict's daily routine, and might happen to be watching, would be surprised to discover that Tess wasn't accompanying him for dinner in the Bellagio restaurant this particular Sunday evening. When Terry Benedict walked into the restaurant after attending to his ritualistic nightly business affairs, the restaurant manager informed him quietly that Ms. Ocean was feeling unwell and had left her apologies, as she had been unable to contact him on his mobile.

Benedict nodded sagely, and continued to his table regardless. Once seated he flipped open his cellphone and dialled. "I'm in the restaurant, cancel our ten AM, we can do it now." He hung up and redialled as the waiter poured his Châteauneuf du Pape, waving him away before he spoke again. "Send Tess some flowers, make sure they are left with her, and only her. If they are not delivered I want to know."

He raised the glass to his lips and scanned the restaurant as he waited.
Danny Ocean: small smirkocean_danny on March 12th, 2007 09:17 pm (UTC)
The theme tune to Mission: Impossible alerted Danny to the fact that somebody wanted to speak to him. He had left the phone on the nightstand and it vibrated angrilly at the same time, threatening to fall to the floor as it shimmied across the glossy surface.

Danny picked up the phone and answered it, without checking who the caller was. "Hello?"

"Now that is weird," came the voice at the other end of the line.

"What's weird Linus?" Danny smiled. The kid was still wet around the ears, but he was certainly keen.

Linus sounded like he was trying to talk quietly. Either that, or his mouth had strayed from the mouthpiece of the phone.

"Well, you know you told me to follow Benedict round ll day and night, every day and night?"

"Yes, I remember." Danny was still smiling, waiting for the punchline.

"So I'm following his every move. Every night he takes a dinner reservation in the Casino restaurant. And every night, he meets this girl. She works in the Art Gallery, a Curator. Amazing to look at. Every time I see her, it's the best part of my day."

Danny wanted to comment, but decided just to listen.

Linus continued. "Tonight, she doesn't show and he sends flowers. Her name is Tess, I heard him mention the name. He clearly doesn't trust her though, because he insisted she receive them personally, or report it to him." Linus stopped talking, waiting for a comment.

Danny didn't respond. He was thinking.

"So Danny? You think we could use her? Danny? You still there?"

There was a long silence as Linus waited for an answer. When it came, it really wasn't worth the wait.

"I have to go," Danny said. Then hung up.
Tess Ocean: thoughtful / handtess_ocean on March 12th, 2007 10:15 pm (UTC)
The flowers were lovely. Tess placed the final stem into the vase and stood back. Then she readjusted the middle two stems and stepped back again, maybe that one at the front needed an extra inch taking off. They really should have used some eucalyptus for foliage, it would have looked much better.

She went back to the couch and poured herself another glass of wine, inspecting the arrangement from across the room, still not entirely happy with the way the one to the left insisted on stubbornly swinging forwards regardless of where she placed it.

She swung her legs up and resumed her original position, the one she had been in when the doorbell had rang, staring at the ceiling and thinking.
Danny Oceanocean_danny on March 12th, 2007 10:56 pm (UTC)
After Danny had heard the story from Linus about Tess not being with Benedict tonight, he immediately harked back to their meeting in the bar, wondering whether those events had had some bearing on Tess's decision not to go to dinner.

Perhaps she was confused, vulnerable, unsure of herself?

He didn't know. He did know this was an opportunity though. Though he wasn't sure whether to let it go begging or not.

Tess Ocean: danny smiletess_ocean on March 12th, 2007 11:37 pm (UTC)
Tess was all those things. What had happened in the bar earlier had sent her for a loop. Wherever she turned, whatever she tried to do to distract herself, her thoughts brought her straight back to how he'd made her feel again.

Then she'd tell herself that it wouldn't work, that he'd have to lie, and she couldn't cope with that. Terry was straight forward, she knew what to expect, there was no need for lies. He ran a legitimate business, he was...

... he wasn't Danny. He didn't make her spine tingle when he kissed her, he didn't make her lose herself to him when he touched her. He didn't make her feel so alive.

She sighed as she poured out the last glass from the bottle. "I hate you Daniel Ocean."