A fresh change of clothes gave a new outlook and perspective. It was with renewed energy; both she and Red ventured once more into the myriad of interesting novelty shops lining the lower levels of the hotel.
"I am so far behind on the gifts for the guys," Liz's forlorn expression amused Red as she browsed aisle after aisle for acceptable offerings.
"I'm glad you're here now to help me decide," she expressed her relief for his input. It made things so much easier.
Aside from bottles of fine liquors awaiting their departure at the service desk...
Red dutifully carried the small shopping basket already filled with pocket watches, flasks, knives and the like, along with fragrant perfumes, lotions, candles... anything and everything Lizzy thought her friends might find thoughtful or lovely.
"We're gonna need a bigger boat," Red glanced at the over-filled basket, cryptically referencing a favorite movie scene.
Liz shifted confused eyes, waiting for an explanation.
He hefted the basket, "Seemed appropriate. Why don't I set these down on the counter and grab another basket?"
Liz waved the issue aside, "Oh, look..." she hurried on down the way. "Aren't these figurines beautiful!"
Sniggering, Red found a spot to set the treasures he lugged about, "Another basket it is."
Sometime later, after Red directed the numerous gift bags and boxes be delivered to their room... did they exit the shop.
"Lizzy, a moment please," Red had noted an item on his to-do-list. He gestured to the jewelry store opposite them. "I want to drop off my watch."
"Is something wrong with it?" she searched out the expensive timepiece. "Oh, Red! We should buy Dembe a Rolex! Wouldn't he love that?"
"You're awfully free with our hard-earned wages," he chuckled. "Besides, I already bought Dembe a Rolex a couple months ago."
"Oh..." her face fell but brightened once inside the shop with its expensive displays of fine jewelry and wares.
Diamonds sparkled from their multitude of velvet-lined cases. Sapphires shimmered, beckoning a woman to browse. Rubies flashed their fiery brilliance, demanding to be admired.
A jeweler approached, a welcoming smile on his face. "How may I assist?"
Red lifted his arm, removing his timepiece. "This is in dire need of attention."
"Ah... the games," the man clasped his hands together, his expression reminding Elizabeth of a mortician she once interviewed for a case. "We are getting a bit of business from Mr. Donovan's fantastic competitions."
"I trust there won't be a long wait for the merchandise to be returned?" Red's scowl said he would not welcome such news.
"Oh, no, sir. We pride ourselves on our quick but efficient service to our valued customers."
"Baby, come here will you, please."
Liz dutifully left a display case, "Red, those tennis bracelets... Samar would kill for one!"
"Which takes on a whole new meaning of the phrase where she is concerned." he realized. "If that is what you wish to purchase," he encouraged, "...by all means."
The jeweler perked up.
"Really?" Elizabeth's mouth fell agape. She glanced at the hovering sales associate, pulling Red aside to whisper. "You'll go halves with me?"
Red laughed quietly, "Or..." he had another idea, "I will simply purchase the trinket."
Liz leaned closer still and the man could smell her perfume, a scent he loved.
"That's not a trinket," she informed him, "that's a really, really big Christmas gift! I'm talking..." she drew a dollar sign in the air with her finger, "big, as in more than I make in half a year... big."
"I mean... we must get a jump on Christmas shopping... it is just six months away." Red teased. "We must get it for the lady now... don't you think?"
Liz squealed her joy, "I do!"
"And while we're at it, we mustn't forget Nora."
Liz's eyes shined with happiness.
"...Or Maria."
"Is this what it's like?" Liz sighed blissfully. "To just be able to spend any amount on the people you love?"
"Pretty much," Red kissed her forehead gently. "Give me your necklace and bracelet..."
Lizzy's mood vanished, replaced by a perplexed one. "Are we gonna trade them, you know... like hawk them for the... jewelry?"
Red laughed fully, but at her crestfallen expression. "Oh, God, Lizzy... no! I would never allow or even suggest such an unthinkable thing."
"I don't mind," she swallowed the lump in her throat, "I mean... I love them," she looked lovingly at her bracelet, worrying her cherished necklace with her fingers, "but... I could do that to pay my share."
She gripped her jewels, betraying her thoughts on the matter.
"I want your jewelry," Red shook his head, "to have it cleaned... you fruitcake."
Liz blinked, "What? Really?" she took a giant step back. "No... no, it's fine." she had come far too close to losing the precious commodities. "No, I'll clean them."
"Are you going to fix the clasp as well?" Red asked drily. "It's a wonder you didn't lose either out in that mud bath today and think of the settings. They need to be checked."
Liz was clearly torn.
"You don't want to lose one of the gems, do you?" Red stated his concern. "It's a good precautionary procedure, that's all."
Still, the woman looked at the jeweler suspiciously.
"You'll have them back in no time, Madam." the man promised.
Liz reluctantly stepped to the glass counter, removing her bracelet.
"Lift your hair, sweetheart." Red assisted with the clasp of her necklace.
Liz's gaze followed her jewelry as they placed each item in its own velvet lined tray.
"One more item here," Red halted the jeweler's retreat, turning to the woman. "Lizzy, you forgot your ring, sweetheart."
Liz's demeanor altered instantly, a dark scowl on her face suddenly. "Oh, no!" she curled her fingers tight. "It's fine! It's," she shook her tresses, the frown increasing, "... just fine!"
Red chuckled gaily. "They're not going to keep it," he advised calmly, "you'll get it back. I think that's their slogan: We don't keep your things."
The jeweler smiled politely at the jest.
Liz checked her beloved diamond and sapphire's meticulously. "There is not one bit of dirt anywhere, see?" she quickly tightened her grip again.
"Are we being a little...mercurial here?" Red teased, leaning against the case with all the shiny gems lined neatly in a row.
Liz sensed maybe... she was. Just a little. She grimaced apologetically to the man behind the counter. "It's just that..."
"I understand, Miss, truly I do." the man was grace under fire. "We will handle your ring with the utmost care and respect."
Liz sighed, holding her hand out.
Red eased the ring from her slender finger, holding his smile. He leaned, kissing the bare appendage.
"You go make your selections for Samar and Nora," he sweetened the dejected look on the woman's face. He shooed her along with a gentle nudge. "Maria has more jewelry than God... but I'm sure we'll find something suitable for her, alright?"
"Y-You'll be really careful of them, won't you?" she suddenly paced alongside the guy as he walked to the assistant who had just finished with another customer.
"I will, Miss, I promise," the jeweler smiled warmly.
Liz watched her things being taken to the back area. "Is that secure back there?" she pointed, then gasped, rushing to Red.
"This place is crawling with cat burglars and jewel thieves, isn't it!" she hissed the new realization. "They're of the highest caliber! I want my stuff back!"
"Lizzy," Red scolded, slyly gesturing the jeweler to continue on, "one, this establishment's security is far superior to the safe in our closet, and two," he emphasized, "we don't do that... not here. It's an unwritten law. Mark's place has never been hit and never will be."
"How do you know!" she demanded. "There are probably hundreds of jewel thieves up in their rooms even as we speak, planning to knock over the joint any time now!"
"You have got to stop watching those old Noir films... besides, think of just who your supposed thieves would be stealing from?" Red artfully debated. "Would you take my property... or Dembe's Rolex, for that matter?"
Liz was given pause for thought.
"Stealing from me..." Red offered a foreboding shake of his head "It would be like killing Silas dog."
"Silas doesn't have a dog." Liz pouted.
"He wants one," Red grinned. "Hey, look at this." he pointed out a particularly lovely necklace. "That just screams... buy me for Lizzy."
She cut the man a look. "I have enough beautiful things you've purchased. I am not Maria Crocetti," she sighed wistfully, "as if I could ever be."
"It's my goal to out do Antonio in that area."
"Good luck with that one," she laughed, "he's got a head start on you."
"Then, help me out here," Red waved a hand over the selections.
"You are incorrigible," she tsked. "The jewelry I brought is fine, Red, really." she pulled a face. "If I ever get it back!"
"It's been less than five minutes, Lizzy." Red held his need to laugh. "Besides, we have an anniversary coming up." he said, distracting the woman.
"I think we can forego–"
"I do not forego anything," Red held up a silencing hand, "especially in regards to us."
Liz had the grace to offer a sheepish nod in reply.
"Look at it this way, you can stand here and covertly point me in the proper direction to something you can't live without... or you can trust the decision to... a man." he gestured to himself, pulling a face.
"You haven't done so badly," she softened, leaning to caress his mouth gently.
"I'll make you a bargain," she smoothed the front of his vest, "I will stipulate to mutual gifts... as long as we both make it a surprise choice."
Red nodded, "I can live with that." he put out his hand which she lay her smaller one into.
He tugged her closer, clasping the warm body. "What I would truly desire, you can't buy in a store."
Liz flushed prettily, "I'll see what I can come up with."
"That better not be an empty promise." he warned pseudo-sternly.
The next morning, Red peered into the mirror opposite him, shifting his tie into place when a stunning vision came into his line of sight.
"Well, what do you think?" Liz slowly turned about, showing Red her new dress.
Considering he knew the activities available during their stay, Red had taken it upon himself to procure a couple outfits as a surprise for Lizzy... and so far, he was very pleased with his choice.
As the woman spun on her bare feet, the knee-length skirt flared then wrapped like silk about her svelte legs. The boat-neck highlighting her shoulders and neck appeared both feminine and classy. The dress itself accentuated Lizzy's delicate curves in the best possible light.
"You truly are a beautiful woman," Red scanned the complete picture. "That's a stunning color on you." he said, gesturing to the woman's delicate flesh glowing against the soft periwinkle.
The only thing he detested was the fact Lizzy had to wear shoes. Not only were her legs beautiful just as they were, her little blush pink toes were quite fetching, if he said so himself.
"I want to see!" Liz grinned her excitement, rushing for the full-length mirror.
Following after her rapid retreat, Red smiled, watching her reaction to his gift.
"Oh, Red..." she turned side-to-side, hypnotized by the delicate fabric. "It's gorgeous!"
Turning in profile, Liz gaped at her highlighted silhouette, running her hand down the enticing slopes.
"My breasts look so..." she moved just so, tracing the supple curve, "... beautiful."
Withholding his amusement, Red nodded his agreement. "You should see them in their natural state." he spoke from experience. "They're not just beautiful... they're spectacular."
Flushing her pleasure for the compliment, Liz leaned, kissing the man.
Assisting in choosing her jewelry and low heels, Liz stood back, allowing Red to give her the once over.
"Good?" her bright smile faded when she realized the man was looking her over with a critical eye. "What? What's wrong?"
"Something's missing," he said, disappearing into the closet.
Looking herself over in the mirror, Liz frowned her consternation. She thought she looked pretty damn good, if she said so herself.
"Try this on for size," Red said, placing a large parcel on the bed, snapping her from her quiet introspection.
Approaching the package, Liz cautiously lifted the lid... gasping her shock and awe.
"Oh, my God..." she drawled, lifting the lid fully, revealing a Merry-Widow hat in a charming lilac color.
The wide brim held an assortment of wispy feathers and exquisite silk flowers in periwinkle and creams, all of which complemented her dress to perfection.
Red smiled as Lizzy's fingers fluttered anxiously over her prize, her eyes radiating joy and anticipation.
"This is...perfection!" she squealed her delight, lifting the impressive hat, spinning it curiously.
"Turn and face me," Red suggested, taking the intricate hat from her hands.
"Don't hurt it!" she watched the man's gentle handling like a hawk, mindless of his chuckle of amusement.
Placing the extravagant accessory atop Lizzy's silken hair, Red's eyes softened on the beauty before him.
The sloping brim added a hint of allure, sophistication and mystery... just as he hoped it would.
Without thought, the woman straightened her posture, proudly lifting her chin and elongating her elegant neck in a graceful, regal pose.
"My God..." Red blew out a tremulous breath. "What a striking vision you are." he slowly turned the woman, peeking around the extravagant accessory to watch her reaction once more.
"Oh, wow..." she turned her head just so, stunned by her picturesque profile. "Holy hell...look at me! I'm freaking... wow!"
Red's heart pounded hard in his chest as she turned the other way, offering a different angle that made her appear flirtatious and sensual.
Stooping, the man made his way around the slope brim, capturing the pink mouth with his own, visions of stealing more kisses under the privacy of that hat filled his imagination with alluring pictures.
"Let's go knock their socks off, baby." Offering his arm, Red smiled his pleasure, escorting his lady to the door like a gentleman should.
Guiding Elizabeth to a reserved cart, Red assisted the woman up into her seat before taking his place beside her.
The small cart crunched across the gravel path, delivering them to their destination with ease. Passing fellow guests, Red and Liz nodded a greeting, smiling an acknowledgment as they traversed the grounds.
"How many races are there?" Liz asked, placing a hand atop her hat lest it take flight in the wind.
"There were three last year," Red rested their clasped hands against his thigh, absently massaging the woman's small fingers with his thumb from time to time.
"I believe first up is the show jumping... or hurdling."
"I've never seen one in person, only televised." Liz admitted.
"You'll enjoy the second race." Red held his amusement. "Guests get involved..."
"They race their own horses?" Liz questioned the logistics of the activity.
"Some use Mark's stock," Red stated, "others have brought their own to test their mettle."
"The last race is our version of the Kentucky Derby." Red smiled.
"With real jockeys?" The excitement Liz felt grew exponentially.
"With real jockeys, yes." Red grinned at such enthusiasm. "One or two of the horses today actually ran the Derby this year."
Nearing the stands, the driver slowed the cart, smiling at his passengers. Thanking the driver for the smooth ride, Red tipped the man and wished him a pleasant afternoon.
Coming to Elizabeth's side, Red smiled when Lizzy instantly took his arm and fell in step beside him.
"Oh, I love her hat." Liz gestured to a passing couple. "Mine's prettier though..." she muttered quietly, drawing a soft chuckle from Red.
Pushing their way into the clubhouse, Red guided the woman to a plush seating area where drinks and hor d'oeuvres were plentiful.
Drawn into lively conversation with several groups of gathered spectators, Liz genuinely enjoyed the atmosphere of the festive venue.
In their meandering, they came upon Dembe peering intently at a enormous silver platter full of colorful, artfully arranged goodies.
"Oh, what's that?" Liz craned her neck, glancing over the delicious-looking treats.
"That has yet to be determined," Dembe offered a disconcerted frown before offering over a selection.
Elizabeth gamely accepted the challenge.
Sipping his wine, Red chortled when both his companions wrinkled equally distasteful faces, instantly searching out a suitable disposal site.
"What in the hell did I just eat?" Liz hastily swallowed the bite, too ladylike at the moment, unfortunately, to follow her instincts and spit it in a nearby planter.
Grimacing his displeasure, Dembe wrapped the last of the tidbit in an available napkin, discretely tossing it in a nearby receptacle.
"Let me see," Red laughed quietly, wondering what it was exactly that made their expressions that comically awry.
Holding the bite between her finger, Liz lifted it for Red to partake.
Leaning, Red captured the bite, flicking his tongue against her fingers in a teasing manner... before chewing the morsel thoughtfully.
"Fried calamari," he said, sipping his drink once more. "It's not that bad."
"It is when you're expecting an onion ring." Liz grumbled her disappointment.
Snorting quietly, Red's shoulders shook with open amusement. "The races start soon." he glanced at his watch. "Let's find our seats."
"Oh, okay...sure," Liz looked around for some discrete place to ditch her wine.
"Would you like a top off?" Red asked.
"I can take it with me?" she asked brightly, perking up instantly. "I like this place."
"We can even order some onion rings to go." he teased. "If you like."
"Can we?" Both Dembe and Liz were more than interested... and pleased.
"Such connoisseurs." Red grinned, glancing around for the appropriate person. "Oh...waiter..."
With their order placed and drinks refreshed, Red guided Lizzy to their seats.
"It's nice to be on a first name basis with the owner of an establishment," Liz's brows lifted as Red gestured to their reserved seating overlooking the finish line.
"Sure," Red agreed, "but bribes work just as well."
Stepping into the box, an unexpected gust of wind blew through the stands, billowing Liz's skirt upwards.
"Oh!" she grabbed for the front, casting Red a grateful glance over her shoulder when he smoothed the back in place.
"I swear," she gathered the skirts in hand hastily, holding firm to the flimsy material. "I'm just bound and determined to make a spectacle of myself this week. Mooning everyone would be a wonderful way to get my name into the right circles, I'm sure."
"I don't think the peek would have upset anybody, sweetheart." Red grinned, pulling her seat back. "If Silas were here, he'd charge for the peepshow, though." he muttered, mainly to himself.
Taking their seats, Liz commented, "You should be raking in the profits, not him... if indeed any profit could be had, that is."
A young man approached their box, awaiting permission to enter. Scooting his seat back, Red gestured the boy to sit the heaping plate of sizzling onion rings on the tabletop.
"Silas' belief is... if he starts the betting pool, he is the sole proprietor. Thereby, only he cashes in on the profits."
"It's my ass!" Liz haughtily snapped.
"Good point." Red grinned.
The young man discretely pocketed Red's generous gratuity... and discretely ignored the conversation taking place. "Will there be anything else, sir?"
"A top off if you could." Red pointed to their drinks, producing yet another tip.
The waiter had certainly made a lasting impression during their stay. He was very attentive, quick and friendly. Red made a point to tip the young man to ensure the boy knew his work ethic was noticed and appreciated.
"Yes, sir." the boy smiled pleasantly, before rushing off.
"Where did you get those?" Mark appeared, inhaling deeply. The man bounded down the steps into the box, the scent of onion rings beckoning.
Nearing the mile-high pile of treats, Mark savored the tasty, crunchy slice. "I'm in heaven..." the guy sang his delight.
Leaning across the partition, Francis reached for one of the goodies as well, but Red smacked his hand.
"Hands off." Red arched a brow for the man's brazen actions.
Tittering lightly, Liz moved the plate forward. "Behave yourself, Red." she smiled at Mark and Francis. "We are among friends," she gently chastised, "order another platter." she whispered aside.
Cautiously reaching for the plate, both men warily eyed Red before hastily snatching a couple pieces of the crunchy delight.
"Thank God you brought her... you stingy bastard!" Mark munched the snack. "These are on the menu today? I don't remember that."
"No," Red confirmed. "I know people who know people."
"Yeah," Mark chewed happily, "... me! It's my hotel!"
"Mainly," Red continued, ignoring the man, "Lizzy wanted some..."
"So do I." Mark searched for a waiter, then smiled as one headed their way, carrying a tray of drinks.
"Steven... why do they have onion rings and I do not?" Mark asked the young man placing the drinks before their respective owners. "You remember me, right? Your boss."
"You... didn't order any, sir?" Steven drawled questioningly.
"Well, I can't sit here smelling theirs and not have any. This stingy bastard doesn't like to share, apparently." Mark's head fell back, sighing his woe. "I need them, Steven."
Pinching his lips to contain his amusement, the young man nodded stoically. "Yes, sir. You shall have onion rings, immediately, sir!"
"Look what you started..." Red mumbled to the woman beside him.
Sitting forward, Mark searched out the gathered guests surrounding him. "Do we want anything else?"
Standing, Mark quietly conferred with the attentive youth, before patting the boy on the shoulder, sending the kid on his way.
Shortly after Michael and Susan arrived, the tables fell into an easy conversation while everyone munched on the crispy onion rings, leaving Susan and Lizzy to fawn over one another's hats.
"What made you guys want onion rings, of all things?" Susan asked, nibbling the treat.
"I just thought they sounded good," Liz explained. "We just ate a little bit ago, but I'm starving. It must be all this fresh air."
"And horse manure..." Francis wrinkled his nose... and ate another onion ring.
"It must be, I swear," Susan commiserated, ignoring Francis' remark entirely. "After that amazing breakfast, I didn't think I'd ever eat again," she confessed. "I think I inhaled about a dozen different mini quiche, they were so delicious."
Steven showed up minutes later with a large tray carrying three heaping plates of onion rings, a bottle of scotch, a bottle of wine and two plates of chocolate-covered strawberries.
Taking the plates, Mark sat them about the table before sliding the chocolate treats specifically towards Liz and Susan.
"For the ladies," Mark grinned when the ladies clamored for the sweet treats.
"Kiss ass..." Red muttered under his breath, earning a smirk from Mark.
Pulling a bill free, he handed it to Steven for his prompt service. "Thank you, Steven."
Beaming happily, Steven chanced a glance at his boss, wondering if he could take the offer.
"Go ahead," Mark mumbled around his onion ring. "Any chance you get, hit the miser up for more."
Steven grinned, just as happily as Red did. One happy for the continued tips, the other knowing someone would constantly fill his glass without asking. The boy walked away, standing close should his services be needed.
Turning their attention to center field, they watched riders and horses vault over hurdles and run the obstacle presented.
"You made it more difficult this year," Red took notice of the handful of riders that fell in water zones.
"Yes, I did." Mark said. "They read me the riot act last year about the course being child's play," he continued. "The guy I hired to spruce it up, said it would be near impossible for them to complete."
Liz grimaced as another rider met his fate in a pit, throwing his hat hard. "Well, he was right, apparently."
As staff began setting up the gate for the second round of races, Red glanced curiously at Mark.
"Aren't you racing?" he asked. "I thought you were running a new horse?"
Swallowing his drink, Mark pointed his tumbler in the general vicinity of the nearing horses. "I got one of the stable boys substituting for me."
"So why not enter him in the last race?" Liz questioned.
"I haven't trained him to race." Mark grinned, shifting comfortably in his seat. "Just curious what he could do without my ass slowing him down." he shrugged.
"Do you all have a horse racing today?" Liz curiously checked their small circle of associates that had gathered.
"Michael and I do have one in the last race." Mark replied. "Red had one in a couple of years ago, it won."
"But not this year?" she frowned.
"I sold him." Red sighed his woe. "It seemed like a waste of his talents to be strapped to me. It's not as if I could attend the Derby and cheer him on." he smiled slowly.
"No, I suppose you couldn't." Liz lamented. "Not without gaining the attention of a statewide SWAT response."
"It was enough to see him run here... then win at the Derby."
"He won the Kentucky Derby?" Liz gaped her astonishment.
"Killed me, watching that over a tv screen." Red grumbled his discontent.
"He won the Preakness, as well." Michael remembered fondly. "And a very sizable pot for me."
"Oh, my God! Really?" Liz wanted to know. "Did he take The Belmont as well?"
"No, he sustained a leg injury a couple days before." Red grimaced, remembering back. "We didn't want to take the chance on any permanent damage. He's a stud now."
"That's what I want to be when I retire." Francis nodded sagely. "Not that I'm not one now, mind you."
All turned their attention to the activity below them as excitement built, watching the horses enter the gates.
"My horse, is number four," Mark told Liz. "He's in the fifth stall from the left." he pointed out the colt.
"He should have taken up the last position," Red arched a shrew brow, "... since he seemed so comfortable assuming that spot from what I saw earlier."
While discussing a shipment with Mark earlier in the morning, Red had seen the horse warming up for the day's race. It had appeared to run everywhere, but straight.
"I believe them there are fightin' words." Francis drawled in a twangy country accent.
"They might be, if it wasn't true." Mark laughed. "I don't think he's gonna do well."
"That bell's going to be loud..." Red warned, pointing to its position across the way.
Bracing herself, Liz felt a rushing thrill as the loud shrill split the air, releasing the horses free from the gate.
Keeping her eye on Mark's horse, she watched the large animal veer for the middle of the pack; scooting to the edge of her seat.
Tapping Lizzy's shoulder, Red held a small pair of binoculars aloft, which offered her a spectacular view of the action.
Zooming in on the riders, Liz silently urged Mark's horse on, for no one seemed to have faith in him, which was a shame. She held her breath as the animal inched his way forward.
She stood, unaware of her actions, eagerly following the horse's movements.
"I can't believe you're cheering for his horse." Red murmured, smiling against the soft shell of her ear. "Little traitor."
"I root for the underdog..." she defended herself, instantly peering back through the binoculars.
"Come on, Skunk!" Mark yelled for the horse to move faster as it pushed for the front of the pack.
"Skunk?" Liz scrunched her nose. "Really?"
"The first time I saw him, he smelled like a skunk," Mark laughed, "and kind of looks like one."
Peering back out through the lenses, Liz had to agree; the animal did sorta look like a big, hulking skunk.
"I think its track name will be... Shadowy Oberyn." Mark nodded thoughtfully.
"Oh, I like that!" Liz did.
Rounding the last corner, the stable boy kicked the horse into high gear, pushing the animal hard.
Liz forget all about the binoculars, cheering the horse on exuberantly.
Running three abreast with two other horses, the race for the finish line was a heart-stopping thrill ride... Skunk winning second place, by a nose.
"Oh..." Liz pouted her disappointment, instantly deflating from her incredible high of seconds ago. She'd have to go down and give Skunk a carrot for the valiant attempt.
"Still in second place..." Red chuckled maliciously, "and your fat ass isn't even on him."
"Are those fightin' words?" Francis asked hopefully.
Both men stared stone faced at Francis until the man offered an onion ring as a peace offering... and a pork rind.
"Pork rinds... my God, this is nirvana!" Happily taking the treat, Ben smirked. "The boy here..."
"Who the hell you calling boy!?" Liz chuckled quietly when Francis strenuously objected to the label.
"...Has an idea there, Mark." Ben continued as though Francis had said nothing at all. "You should add boxing tournaments next year."
"Yeah, I'm sure that'd go over well." Mark scoffed. "That's a kettle of worms I have no intention of opening." he muttered.
"Could prove interesting." Michael perked up. "I was..."
Susan leaned, voicing the words in-sync with her beleaguered husband.
"...The amateur middleweight Golden Gloves champion of Middlesex, England, 1984."
Michael looked to his better-half, a peevish look on the handsome face. "Well, I was!"
"We know, dear." Susan patted the man's back. "We all... know."
Michael guffawed.
"Very impressive, Michael." Liz smiled happily for the man.
Red arose from his seat. "Lizzy, I'm going to look over the horses. Are you coming?"
"Sure, I'd love to." she smiled, taking his hand. "Susan, want to come along?"
"Horses make me wheeze, darling." Susan begged off graciously.
Guiding Lizzy down the stairs, Red smiled just as the horses came into view. "Ah, there they are."
Looking over the horses with a critical eye, Red shook his head at the first contender, when Liz would have happily bet on the filly.
"No, that tendon looks swollen." Red gestured to the horse.
Liz halted dead in her tracks, nearly hitting Red's back as the man abruptly stopped and eyed the next beast in line.
"This is our horse," Red drawled, eyeing the magnificent animal. "Yes, he's a winner." he stared the horse dead in the eye, chuckling. "Aren't you, boy..."
Frowning her confusion, Liz looked over the animal, wondering what it was exactly Red saw because... he looked like all the others to her.
"Number nine... what's his name?" she sought Red's track pamphlet.
"Icarus Jack." Noticing the woman's stiffened posture, Red scowled. "What's wrong?"
"I love that name!"
"Lizzy, you can't bet on something as intangible as a–"
"Oh, and he's got a cute little white dot on his nose!" she cooed, just discovering that fact.
"He's sired out of Stapleton Farms... they breed champions."
Liz kissed his cheek in open affection. "Oh, Red... don't be so technical. He's just a cutie."
Red sighed mentally. "Well... let's go show our faith in your newfound fur-baby, shall we?"
Liz smiled joyously. "I'm gonna bet big this time!"
"So we're going all out?"
She smiled, taking his offered arm. "Yes! Lay down ten bucks... no," she hesitated, "twenty! Yes, bet twenty?" she checked with the man. "Well, maybe do ten?"
Chuckling, Red guided her to the stairs leading to the second-tier. "You wild, reckless female, you!"
Returning to their table, Red reached for his tumbler, sitting comfortably in his seat.
"See one you like?" Mark leaned close, hope plainly in his expression.
"Icarus Jack," Red replied evenly. "He has a cute little white dot on his nose... this horse can't lose!" the man smiled slowly, side-glancing Elizabeth.
Michael nodded his understanding. "That's quite a method you have there."
Mark's shoulders slumped dejectedly. "You gonna make us beg?"
"Artemisia Lex to place," Red glanced between the two men, withholding his smile. "King Falacer to show."
"Dammit!" Michael grumbled, slamming his napkin on the tabletop.
"What? What's going on?" Liz frowned her confusion. "What's the problem here?"
"Red always picks the winners." Ben grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Apparently, he didn't choose their horses."
"If you take the time and bother to actually go look at the horses before they race," Red snarked, "you might pick a few winners too."
Excusing himself from the table, Ben hesitated, sharing a brief few words with Red before departing the box.
Waiting for the betting lines to close and guests to return to their seats, Red leaned for the bottle center table, pouring a generous splash.
Holding a strawberry aloft, Liz held the sweet treat for Red to take a bite of the luscious berry. The man sampled, grinning his amusement. He sipped her wine absently to clear his palate.
"Good lord, that was scrumptious."
Liz leaned, capturing the man's mouth in a exploring kiss. His mouth tasted of strawberry, chocolate... and passion.
"You taste good." Red rumbled, kissing the woman's soft pout again.
"Why don't I have anybody to suck face with?" Francis interrupted the moment, tossing his losing tickets aside. "This day is getting more pathetic by the minute!"
Sighing, Red released Lizzy's mouth, shifting perturbed eyes. "If you weren't so busy being the PDA police, you might have noticed that little blonde that's been eyeing you since her arrival."
Sitting upright in his chair with a jerk, Francis' eyes darted about quickly for the woman in question.
"Who? Where?" he hastily straightened his tie and looked to Lizzy for her approval.
Admirably holding his smile, Red chuckled quietly when Lizzy gestured Francis closer, licking her fingers. Red dropped a woeful chin when the man eagerly leaned into the makeshift grooming, allowing Lizzy to smooth any flyaway strands of hair.
"She's down there, you idiot." Red pointed down to a petite woman who shyly... quickly looked aside.
Liz's face transformed. "Do you mean the woman in the green hat?"
Red nodded in the affirmative.
Craning her neck, Liz offered a small wave. "Oh, that's, um... Melissa." She smiled brightly, having caught the latter's attention.
"You know her!" Francis squawked. "You knew her and didn't introduce me!"
"She just arrived yesterday," Liz rolled her eyes. "Calm down, you lunatic."
"You had more than enough time to introduce her to your very handsome best-friend!" Francis complained.
"I felt it better she acclimate herself to the psycho ward," Liz grumbled, "before foisting you on her."
"What do you think I should do?" Francis asked, looking the woman over with an interested eye.
"Go bug her instead of us?" Red suggested, his tone droll.
"I know it may be a novelty for you," Ben sat forward, leaning his arms into the table, "but you could try asking for her name to start a conversation?"
"I already know her name," Francis objected strenuously to such advice.
Ben sighed mentally. "She doesn't know that, you numb-nut idiot."
"No, no." Mark interrupted, waving off the suggestion. "Get her sign, man. Find out straight away if you're compatible."
"Should Francis check her mood ring as well?" Ben enquired.
"Well, yeah, of course." Mark sniggered when Francis nodded slowly, obviously taking the suggestion seriously.
"I'm digging it." Francis did.
"You could always try spilling your drink on her... that's how I got Susan's attention." Michael proudly related.
"That was so stupid, Michael... so cliché." Susan differed. "That is not why I gave you a chance."
"Then what, my little tea biscuit?" Michael was stymied.
"Well, my little haggis-pie..." Susan drawled dangerously.
Liz shivered her revulsion at the pet name.
"Seems obvious to me," Red ventured a guess. "... He had money, right?"
"You had money." Susan punctuated the words.
"I have loads of that!" Francis perked up.
"Ask if she's enjoying the races, Francis." Liz counseled. "The rest will happen."
The men at the table looked so confused by the simplicity of her suggestion, Red rubbed his suddenly weary head.
"Come with me." Francis prodded Mark and Dembe.
"Ah, no," Red held up his hand, "... Dembe's taken."
Dembe nodded stoically that he was indeed, returning his interest to the horses below.
"Why do I have to go?" Mark offered a surly frown.
"She has a couple friends down there," Francis prodded. "One of us is bound to get lucky."
"I seriously doubt it." Red mumbled under his breath, earning him a small chuckle from Lizzy.
"You're both chicken shits," Ben snapped his exasperation, "get down there before I throw you over this fucking banister."
The tumbler muffled Red's deep laughter, "He'll do it, boys."
"We don't see you going down there!" Francis complained.
Red scowled at the young man, before slowly pointing to... Lizzy.
Liz, in turn, kissed Red's cheek lovingly as a helpful reminder.
"Oh... right." Francis jabbed a finger at Ben. "Well, what about you?"
Looking back down at the girls, the man himself suddenly sat upright, whistling under his breath.
"Hot damn..." Ben downed his drink as he stood. "The redhead is mine..." he warned, brushing the wrinkles and pork rind residue from his shirt.
"Oh, that's Emma," Liz smiled warmly. "She's funny, and–"
"Is she single?" Ben interrupted, demanding to know the scoop on the woman.
Swiveling his head towards a flustered Elizabeth, Red lifted questioning brows.
"Uh, y-yes," she stammered, her brow crinkling.
"And-and-and Melissa?" Francis wanted to know, stuttering his excitement.
"Yes," Liz's brow furrowed further, "they're here for a girls-getaway and–"
"I don't know," Mark shook his head. "With Amanda and everything..." the man trailed off, lifting from his seat, his face transforming, recognition setting in. "Amanda?"
Liz followed the man's eye-line, her smile widening when the woman in question became visible. One of the staff was pointing their direction, obviously showing where Mark and their group could be located.
"What the hell?" Mark looked quickly back and forth between the woman and his group, stunned by his girl-friend's arrival. "Did you know she was here?" he asked Lizzy.
Red looked back at Lizzy, wondering that himself. "Lizzy, you've been networking." he stuck a pork rind in his mouth.
"I was trying to tell you," Liz exasperated, "I met Emma and Melissa in the lobby last night." she relayed events. "They were waiting for someone in their party to arrive...lo-and-behold, Amanda calls and says her flight was delayed in Georgia."
It wasn't until later, Liz realized what a weird coincidence it had been she happened upon the women.
For reasons Red could not fathom, each man stood rooted to the spot, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"I'm no expert," Red counseled, "but generally, a journey starts with one step."
Francis turned hastily, stumbling into a chair.
Quickly throwing his arm out, Mark caught the man's awkward stumble, just barely.
"Oh, a lot you know, Svengali!" Francis threw an accusing look Red's way.
Mark held up a placating hand, "No, man... Red was just being metaphorical... it's like, one small step for man–"
"Don't get on that moon-landing shit, cause it never happened!" Francis had other important things on his mind.
Liz and Susan tossed up their hands in unconditional surrender at that revelation.
Red shared a pained look with Michael when Francis and Mark jerked and turned to Liz and Susan, gesturing to their appearance, seeking much needed approval from a trusted source.
Receiving a thumbs up, both men raced to catch up with Ben who was already bouncing rapidly down the steps... his focus zeroed in on the small red-head just feet away.
"You think they'll score?" Michael asked wistfully, remembering fonder days.
"You did...by the grace of God," Susan reminded, brushing a whispered endearment in the man's ear.
"Are we betting on odds?" Dembe was there suddenly.
Michael grimaced, then pulled out his wallet.
"Mark has an edge," Red gave Michael the lowdown. "Though, he can sour that soon enough."
Both men nodded cryptically. "Ain't that the truth." Michael was pondering his chances of winning a large pot.
Chortling, Michael remembered well enough how the young man tanked with a sure thing... more than once in the past. "And Francis?"
"A dark horse." Dembe surmised.
"God help him," Red muttered, increasing the pitch of Michael' laughter. "That boy has the worst luck when it comes to women."
"He does not," Liz tucked herself against Red's side.
"Lia," Red held up a finger, "..Nora," he ticked off another finger. "... I can keep going."
Liz winced, all incidents recalled in vivid color.
"You want to go try your luck, sailor?" Liz whispered in Red's ear.
"I'm trying right now." Red craned his head around Lizzy's hat, kissing the slope of her neck.
"Just out of curiosity," Liz opened herself to his affection, "do you think you could get one of those young beauties up to your room?"
"Sweetheart, I'm trying to get in your panties," Red murmured softly in her ear. "One crisis at a time, please."
Using the wide brim of her stylish hat to his advantage, Red concealed their activities from prying eyes... for the most part.
Taking the wineglass from her hand, Red set it out of reach before pulling the woman closer, deepening the gentle kiss.
Leaning into Red's touch, Liz added more pressure to the soft cushion of Red's lips, sighing her bliss.
Red's mouth softened when the woman mewled a satisfied little sound of contentment. Pouring her whole heart into that kiss, Lizzy inched closer, flicking his lip with her tongue... silently asking for entrance.
Opening for her, Lizzy lazily stroked the tip of the sensual organ with her own, inundating the man with visions of her tongue flicking and rolling along his shaft, sending an arousing jolt to Red's groin. The already pronounced bulge shifted restlessly in his pants.
Fortifying himself, Red gave as good as he got... reminding the woman just what his own tongue could give in return.
Sensing Red's silent message, Liz moved closer, growling her disdain when the chair arm blocked her intention to slide onto the man's lap... a not-so-subtle reminder where they were and just how many people were present.
The subtle sound of a clearing throat vaguely registered in Red's sex addled brain until Michael deliberately exaggerated the following distraction; hacking quite loudly.
Regretfully breaking the moment, Red nuzzled Lizzy's nose as the woman panted through moist lips.
"Don't lose that thought..." Red murmured, then shifted narrowed eyes around Lizzy's hat, glaring at Michael. "Fur ball?"
Pointing in the direction needed, Red followed the man's indication, sighing heavily.
Dipping back under the concealment of Lizzy's hat, Red gingerly placed his mouth to hers, "Sweetheart, we're about to be inundated."
"Well, shit..." she closed her eyes, softly brushing her mouth against Red's.
Leaning into the hesitant affection, Red grunted deep in his chest, "To hell with it," he muttered, gathering the woman in his arms.
"Do you think he spikes her drinks with Spanish Fly?" Francis observed the couple as the group neared. "That's the only thing which explains the attraction."
"I think you need to spike yours." Mark quipped.
"Why would I spike my own drinks?"
"Self love, you moron." Ben said, plopping down in his seat.
"I don't need a sexual stimulate... most of the time," Francis dismissed the absurd suggestion.
"Just looking in a mirror gets him off." Mark muttered.
"I'm hot," Francis heard the quip, agreeing with the assessment. "What's not to love?"
Liz laughed softly against Red's lips, reluctantly pulling back.
"You can't all have struck out." Red smiled, kissing Lizzy's thumb as she wiped away the traces of lipstick she left behind from his lips.
"We didn't strike out!" Mark defended himself and his buddies. "The ladies are using the facilities."
"You didn't stay to escort them up?" Susan pointed out the error of their ways.
"We didn't want to appear clingy." Francis explained the strategy just as the ladies arrived.
After making polite introductions and inventive maneuvering, each found a comfortable seat for the upcoming race.
"They're pulling out the gate." Mark said, interrupting the boisterous exchange. "Betting's about to close." he reminded.
Taking a bracing breath, Red fought to regain some semblance of control after that little kiss. He'd been damn near close to pulling Elizabeth from the stands, fighting a war inside.
All he truthfully wished to do was pull the woman astride his lap, move her panties aside... and slip into her warm, wet body.
If he didn't get his hormones under control, he might just ruin Lizzy's amazing mood with his selfish needs.
Understanding Red's expression, more so his quiet demeanor, Liz smiled apologetically.
"Are... aren't you going to place a bet?" she attempted to steer their attention to safer topics.
Clearing his throat, Red shook his head, "I just enjoying watching, seeing if I was right."
"Icarus Jack and Artemisia Lex?" Liz confirmed his top choices. "Is that the right order?"
"It is," Red confirmed.
Watching the horses nearing the gate, they stood along with the other spectators.
"You may want to remove your hat," Red suggested, his eyes softening when the woman pouted.
"Trust me," Red helped her lift the large hat and sit it safely behind them away from harm.
"I guess it would block their view, huh." Liz said, smoothing her hair.
"You would be a better fit here, I think." Red gestured her closer.
As Elizabeth was shorter and couldn't properly see from her position, Red pulled her to his front, giving her a perfect view of the finish line.
Wrapping his arms low about her waist, Red naturally curved his palm to the small mound of Lizzy's stomach, absently stroking her.
"I can feel you trembling." Red grinned at Lizzy's obvious excitement and anticipation.
"I can't help it! This is so exciting!" she beamed, taking the binoculars Red held for her use.
Bracing herself for the clanging bell, Liz felt a thrill pound in her heart as the gates burst open...
The thundering beat of the hooves and cheers of the crowed filled the air, electrifying the moment and Liz's exhilaration.
"It happens so much faster in person!" she shared her enthusiasm with Red. "It feels like I blinked, and they're all ready down the first stretch."
Now she understood the difference between this and the second race. As much as she would have loved Skunk to win... these horses would have left him in the dust.
Focusing her binoculars on the pack, Liz pinpointed the numbers on the horses Red chose, more specifically... Icarus Jack.
Disappointed the beautiful animal began to lag behind, Liz threw concerned looks Red's way.
As the horses battled for position towards the third turn, the thrill of the crowd surged, nearly deafening Liz.
The rumbling sound of people jumping in place, cheering their chosen horse on, plus the booming bass of the announcer's voice calling the race, made Liz feel alive in a way she never experienced before.
While extremely excited by the race and sounds surrounding her, she silently wondered, would she be as keyed up had she laid down a bet as they had?
"You still have time to bet me." Red had deciphered Lizzy's expression well enough, charmed by her excitement. "Which horse do you think will win? Pick it quick."
"Umm, Artemisia Lex in first place, Icarus Jack in second." her excitement tripled its intensity as she hastily called out her choices, taking on the wager.
"How much?" Red yelled over the crowd.
"A hundred." she blurted, totally in awe at the absurd amount. She hastily rethought the reckless decision, but...
"I'll match," Red agreed to the terms, before adding. "Tack on an addendum to that. The money, plus... you, alone, with me," he leaned to her ear, "for the rest of the afternoon."
Liz's tummy flipped in anticipation... and indecision, as she now struggled to decide which horse to cheer on exactly. In her opinion, it was a win/win situation.
Guessing what the woman was thinking by her expression, Red grinned... silently urging his horse to run its ass off.
He wanted to win... without question.
Coming down the last stretch, the horses ran neck and neck... jockeying for lead position.
Wringing her hands anxiously, Liz bit nervously at her lip as her horse inched to the lead.
Red laughed quietly as Lizzy jumped in place the closer the horses neared the Post until the woman was leaning out over the balustrades edge, rapping her hand hard and fast against the railing.
"Come on!" Liz yelled... to whom, she wasn't quiet sure. "Oh, my God! Run dammit!"
Fixating her eyes on the finish line, she kept her eyes peeled and whooped her joy when the cute spotted snout of Red's horse jut forward over the finish line seconds before her own.
"He won!" she flung herself in Red's arms, gripping him around the neck.
Laughing his own delight, Red squeezed the woman's waistline as she enthusiastically choked the life from him.
"Sweetheart, for someone whose horse just got second place," he drew back slightly, a smile lighting his face, "you appear awfully pleased... I wonder why?" he teased.
Smiling impishly, Liz lifted her mouth for a kiss. "Either way... I'm a winner."
As their group settled side bets, slapping money in open palms, Red felt a roll of bills land squarely in his hand as Lizzy chattered away with the ladies in their ensemble.
"What's this for?" Red frowned.
"Took your suggestion," Ben grinned, "and placed a bet before I got back." he gestured. "That should be your half... oh, and the bet you had me place for Lizzy."
Quickly counting out Lizzy's winning, Red shoved the rest back at Ben. "Keep it... I got the prize I wanted."
Tapping the woman on the shoulder, Red fanned the greenbacks, smiling from ear to ear.
"What's that?" Liz gaped at the handful of bills.
"I had Ben lay down an entire twenty dollars... just for you." Red winked. "This is your bounty."
"Oh, Red!" Liz beamed, clasping his mouth in a kiss.
Red chuckled when the woman broke the seal, grasping the money from his unresisting fingers. Sticking her tongue out the corner of her mouth, Liz hurriedly counted her way through the money, her smile brightening.
Leaning against Red's chest, Liz rested her cheek against his shoulder, chatting animatedly with her friends about the money they won, leaving Red to quietly confer with Mark and Michael about the race.
Absently rubbing the small of Lizzy's back, Red laughed at Michael grudgingly counting out his loss before handing the large stack of bills to his wife.
"I would like to collect on my bet now," Red murmured, "... if you please."
Flushing a charming shade of pink, Liz lips curved into a sensual smile.
"Excuse us ladies," Red inclined his head, guiding Lizzy forward, "gentlemen."
Dembe frowned curiously at Raymond's sudden departure until his friend offered a negligent wave of his hand.
"We'll see you at dinner." Red assured his friend with a smile.
Returning to their room, Red flipped the locks before heading to the bar. Pouring them a couple drinks, he rejoined Lizzy as she sat on the couch, removing her shoes.
Leaning, Liz kissed Red softly, releasing a low, satisfied sound. "Thank you."
Placing her mouth to his once more, Liz wrapped her arms about Red's shoulders, pressing her breasts into the hard plains of his chest.
"You are most welcome," he replied as Lizzy slowly released her hold on him. "For what?"
"For my new dress and hat," she waved a hand over the beautiful creations, "this wonderful time away together... for being you."
Frowning his discord, Red glanced down as a crisp hundred-dollar bill came into his field of vision.
He questioned her with a scowl.
"I pay my debts." she held her grin.
"Did you get this from my wallet?" he asked of the perfectly curved bill.
"Well... yeah." she demurred.
Taking the money, he carelessly tossed it to the tabletop beside them.
"I don't want your money...or mine, in this instance." Tenderly placing his lips to hers, Red tested his boundaries, adding subtle pressure to their activity. "Can you guess what I do want?"
Scratching her nails against Red's nape, Liz leaned back, taking the man along with her slow descent.
Following Lizzy's lead, Red moved over her supine form, nestling one leg between hers.
Wrapping her leg about Red's hip, Liz curled her fingers into the man's waist, gesturing him to come closer.
"I'm going to wrinkle your dress." Red did as bid, resting the length of his body along Lizzy's smaller one.
"I'm good with that," she said, rubbing her bare foot along Red's thigh. "But don't touch my hat." she teased.
Resting more comfortably against her curves, Red deepened the kiss, lovingly stroking his tongue against Lizzy's.
Caressing her side with his palm, Red inched his way across the sloping frame, careful to pay attention to Elizabeth's reaction.
Slowly breaking their lock, Red softly brushed his cheek against Lizzy's; waves of emotion hitting him from all sides.
"Is something wrong?" Liz's dark blue eyes searched Red's.
Curling his finger about a silky strand of Lizzy's hair, Red lowered his mouth to hers.
"No," Red murmured, his eyes softening on the woman, "In fact, I'd say, everything is just right." he said, lowering his body atop hers.
The next morning before meeting with Mark to finalize a small bit of business with Mark, Red retreated to the on-site jewelry store.
Waiting for their things to be collected, Red found himself in the mood for a bit of shopping.
Focused on the quality and practicality of each piece, indecision warring within him.
The more practical of the two was the sensible choice. The item was multi-functional and had a brushed platinum band Lizzy would like; she could easily wear it to work without drawing too much attention, as well.
The other was delicate with its mother-of-pearl and diamond facing, more suited to dinner parties and evenings at the ballet.
They were both beautiful timepieces. Red stared at the watches moodily.
"... Dembe," Red asked of his trusted confidante, "which do you think?"
"We both know which you will choose." Dembe replied stoically, lifting a noble brow.
"It is a difficult decision, is it not," the jeweler, Mitchell, smiled his fixed smile. "Both are unique in their own way."
"They are," Red nodded agreeably, motioning to the selection, "so... I'll take them both."
"... As I said," Dembe held his smile, for he had known Raymond would do just that.
"Excellent choice, sir." Mitchell controlled the tremor in his voice. He had hoped for a nice commission, but not this fantastic a prize.
"Elizabeth will love them," Dembe assured his friend before the man could even ask.
"What woman would not, sir." Mitchell agreed wholeheartedly.
The design and craftsmanship was quite impressive, Red had to admit.
"Would you like these gift wrapped, Mr. Reddington?" Mitchell cleared his throat, controlling the slight tremor of excitement he felt. Was he perspiring?
"Yes, please," Red grinned. He glanced at the clock, wincing. "When they're ready, if you could deliver them to Mark's office," he gestured to the clock, "I'm late for a meeting with the tyrant."
"Deliver them to me," Dembe added, stepping up to complete the transaction.
"Will that work?" Red checked with Mitchell.
"I will personally see that all goes well with your purchase, sir," Mitchell assured with a smile, handing the man his other items.
"If my fiancée should come hounding or threatening you for her things," Red held the bag aloft, "please tell her, they are in my safekeeping."
"I will, sir," Mitchell chuckled.
Gesturing to the newest purchases, "And you know nothing about those..."
"I'm sorry, sir," Mitchell set the items of interest in the safe, "I do not know to what you are referring."
"...Good man," Red tipped the young man for good measure. "Dembe, should I buy you diamonds more often?" he teased on his way out of the shop.
"Hannah prefers emeralds," Dembe remarked casually, "but I would not turn the others down."
Red's chuckle echoed back to a very, very pleased shopkeeper.
"You're re-gifting?" Red managed to sound shocked.