Emmie knew that number. A number that was connected to a man she had hoped never to see again but now ironically, the man she wanted to see the most. Her mind was running fast and though she enjoyed the rest of the performance, Emmie couldn't wrench her mind away from her brother's plight.

Deidara tugged on her hair to get her attention. "Quit it! I'm thinking!" Emmie yanked her long hair out of his fingers. "Yeah, I know. I can see the steam coming out of your ears," Deidara teased. "What's your plan. You looking like you're scheming." Emmie pushed him away, "Get off you drunk. I hate you." Deidara stubbed out his cigarette and reached for his bourbon, "Wow. This animosity is completely unwarranted." Emmie scrutinized him, "I didn't know you knew what animosity or unwarranted means." Deidara dropped his head onto her shoulder, "Drop it. Tell me you've got a plan. You knew that number, I saw it in your eyes."

Giving up Emmie sighed, "Yeah I know that number. It belongs to my no good, slime sucking scum of an ex." Deidara raised his brows. "Don't," Emmie warned when he opened his mouth presumably to ask about her love life. "I need to ask him where my brother is that's all." Deidara nodded, "Ok, I'm with you. When are we gonna see him." Emmie rotated her torso to face him fully. Deidara's head slipped off her shoulder and headed towards her chest. "Stop it," Emmie grabbed him by his hair and yanked him up. "There is no us. Jerome would never tell if he saw you with me. He has issues with men or something."

Deidara licked her wrist; with a squeal of disgust Emmie released him. "Oh no. We're a package deal. Where you're going, I'm going. I'm not missing out on 5 mil and uh, 7 um 8 thousand dollars just cuz you would be embarrassed to be seen slumming with a normal guy." Deidara's voice raised. Patrons started taking note of them and Emmie raised her delicate hands placatingly. "I'll be fine, he's not going to hurt me or anything, you'll get your cut don't worry. He never admits to anything around men. Shush, people are looking." Deidara stood, "Then having me over would be a good idea, who knows if the jerk is going to even notice you! Maybe out of spite, he won't say anything! You aren't going to leave me!" he added for the sake of the eavesdropping patrons. "Stop it! You're making a scene! Fine, you can come but you need to listen to me, got it?" Emmie tugged at his arm.

A nervous waiter edged up to them. "Uh, are you two ready to order?" Emmie sighed, they were already seated, they might as well eat. "Yeah," Deidara said pointing to something on the menu. "Charge it to her." The waiter looked at Emmie skeptically. She shrugged, "I'm his sugar mama, go ahead honey, get whatever you want." Emmie said sweetly while reaching out to squeeze his face. "I got to spoil my boy sometimes."

Back in Deidara's dingy apartment, Deidara was in a sulk after Emmie's comment while she was floating on the high of her small victory. Emmie scoured Deidara's place one last time before closing her suitcase. Grabbing her purse she stood and walked towards the door. Hooking an arm around her waist Deidara swung her back around, "Where the hell are you going?" Emmie flung his arm back at him, "I'm going home. I wanna go and shower in an actual shower and sleep in my own bed. I'm tired of this hovel. Plus we need to get ready to see Jerome." Deidara stood beside her, "I'm coming with you." Emmie rolled her pretty eyes, "I knooooow. You can't shut up about it, hurry up."

Deidara threw some clothes and random necessities in his beat up duffel while Emmie made an appointment with a tailor named Harold. Pushing Deidara out, Emmie fairly skipped out to hail a cab while Deidara trudged behind her. Emmie looked eagerly outside the cab's window as they drove home, Emmie swore to herself never to take things like hot showers and clean tiles for granted ever again. It was close to midnight but she was buzzing with energy, eager to get home.

"Chill, damn. You remind me of a stupid Chihuahua. You're like ready to piss yourself." Deidara said amused. Emmie dismissed him and fairly bounced out the cab before it came to a halt. She ignored Deidara cursing her as he paid the driver and hauled their luggage out of the trunk. "Matt!" Emmie trilled, "Oh, he's with me!" Emmie pointed to Deidara. Matt the guard/doorman nodded at her, reticent as usual, then went to give Deidara a hand. Deidara gave Matt Emmie's suitcase and followed her in.

"Damn. These are some digs," Deidara whistled turning to study the lobby's lovely high ceiling, the modern decor, and elaborate chandelier. "Let's go!" Emmie tugged his sleeve towards the elevator. Emmie pressed 20 and waited impatiently for the elevator to start. "Where's your stuff?" Deidara gestured at her empty hands. "Oh, they'll send it up it's fine." Emmie almost ran out elevator to the only door on the hall. "Shit, top floor." Deidara said looking out the window. "Only the best for the princess huh?" Emmie popped her head out the door. "Correction. Queen."

Emmie pointed into the guest bedroom and ran off to take a bath. Emmie stripped down and put a silky robe on as she gathered her bath supplies. She shook bathsalts into the hot bubbly water and lit a pumpkin spice scented candle. A quiet knock made her look up as Deidara poked his head in. "Uh, I forgot some clothes. And here's your suitcase, where do you want it?" Emmie rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time. "Just leave it in my room. My brother has some stuff here, it's in the guest room closet. Help yourself, he won't care and it's all clean."

After he left, Emiliana took a long, glorious soak in the tub then showered to wash off the hopelessness and emotional baggage the past week heaped onto her. Emmie luxuriated in her Oribe haircare and Loccitane almond shower oil. Toweling off with her fluffy Turkish towels, she threw her hair into a turban and slathered her Sol de Janeiro lotion on. Emmie sighed happily, she felt like she could handle Deidara for another week. It can't be that hard. Drying her hair, she slipped into a skimpy La Perla silk set.

Emmie flung herself onto the bed and landed right on top of Deidara. "Fuck! What the hell was that for?!" Deidara yelled and flipped her over. "What are you doing in my bed?!" Emmie shrieked. "Your guest room is full of golfing and music shit." Emmie thought, "Oh dang it, I forgot I let my friend's band store their stuff here for a week. You can sleep on the couch I have-Nope I don't have extra blankets they're getting cleaned. Uhh," Emmie wavered.

The happiness she felt from being back home made her unexpectedly gracious. She didn't want him to sleep out in the cold. Deidara sat back suddenly, swallowing hard. "Promise I won't touch you, here choose a side," he offered as a truce. Emmie stared at him then chose the side closest to the window. Rolling out of his reach Emmie plugged her phone into its charger and slid in between the sheets. As she was drifting to sleep, she felt Deidara roll towards her and gently cover her with the comforter.