He huffs, feeling tired as he settles into the couch of the lounge. The music a faint echo as he gazes distantly at the crowd. He notices the clicking of high heels of tiles and doesn't turn his head. Soon enough, a voluptuous blonde woman gets in view of him.
She sits on the couch and scoots close to him, wearing a heady perfume. Taking a look at Holli or whatever her name is, he's already bored. He sighs coldly and gets up once she leans on his shoulder, "Just leave, I need to speak with Oswald." She blubbers and pouts, but his icy gaze means she leaves in a hurry. He brushes outside and strides over to Oswald's office, not looking forward to speaking with the man in the slightest.
A blonde man in a pinstripe suit gazes up at a rather irritated Jonathan and smiles at him, his own eyes twinkling. He leans back in his chair, hands folded behind his head as he takes a drag out of a cigar, "I've not seen you hot and bothered before, did you like my gift? She's one of the popular ones."
Jonathan looks right into the other man's eyes, his face stony, "I don't want anyone else to serve me except Ms. Kontos, Oswald." Oswald looks almost incredulous but shrugs, "Sure, she's not the most popular girl. Patrons find her a little...odd, and too quiet. Co-workers say she's sweet though and happy to help. Maybe you'll find a good...use for her."
Jonathan pointedly ignores the pause Oswald adds, he figures this is a relatively painless conversation given it's Oswald, "Just have her back in the lounge when I arrive." Oswald's eyes twinkle, as he exhales more smoke, he thinks about how he forgot to mention that Korone is a sharp girl, which is invaluable.
Back in the lounge, he's relieved to see a confused Korone wearing a short grey jumpsuit unzipped rather far, exposing a tube top and some garter bands held up by straps. He gives her a small inquisitive smile, really more the upturning of the corners of his mouth.
His voice is less angry than before and he sinks into the couch, closing his eyes and readying himself for a nap. His eyes open slightly as he sees her standing in front of him, and trying her best to speak up and not make a fool of herself, "I-I see you're tired Dr. Crane, would you like me to give you some privacy or should I sit with you or..!" A cute high-pitched squeak comes from her as he quickly grabs her by the hips and sets her where she should be, right against his hips.
His voice sounds honeyed as he practically purrs in her ear, "Call me Jonathan my dear. I would like to nap and curl up with you." She blinks and looks at the couch, then Jonathan, her expression can only be described as 'fuck it', "Don't take this the wrong way, but I think you'd like a real bed and maybe you should get something to rest in aside from your suit." He nods and scoops her up, making his way out and to his room in the club. If anyone had anything to say, they wisely kept it to themselves.
Entering the suite, it's a mix of chaos and order. The desk is covered in paper, pens, pencils, like a whole office exploded on a desk. It's a beautiful dark suite with rich browns and copper for the metal components in the room. It's both welcoming and warm, as well as intimidating and elegant. He sets the girl on some deep brown rumpled blankets on a very large soft bed and grabs some clothes from a large dresser and goes in the bathroom, deciding he doesn't want her to get the wrong idea. He can eventually get her in bed the way he really wants anyways.
He returns in an old Styx T-shirt and some light grey sweatpants, smiling slightly as he sees the small girl doodling on the back of some lab reports. He's surprised to see her doing that with her left hand, that's something he definitely hadn't considered. He gently taps her shoulder and the strong jerk of her body as she curls up around her vital organs and the squeak she makes causes the scarecrow in the back of his head to dance with joy.
He grins but manages to look properly apologetic once she turns to face him, "I'm sorry Ms. Kontos, I didn't want to just slip behind you." She nods and scoots so he has room on the bed, her voice quiet as ever, "It's okay, I've always done that with everyone." He's perplexed by her reaction just now, not that he would outright say that to anyone.
Since meeting her, he had maybe gotten her medical files and maybe broken HIPPA in the process, not that it's a new crime for him to commit. He also grabbed her younger sister's files just so he could cross reference and understand what they both had gone through. Why her aversion to simple touch confused him is because he didn't see any references to abuse or any immediate reason that would explain such a strong reaction. Well, nothing aside from her early age ADD diagnosis he reminds himself.
He's shaken out of his thoughts by a couple gentle questions, "You know that I was brought up to you just so Oswald could fire me of working with customers, right? And that Holli would've backed off and served you good drinks if you just asked her instead of making her cry?"
He sinks down on the bed next to her, intrigued, "You mean you don't just do...'waitressing'?" She smiles and laughs, a rather happy sound that makes him feel lighter, "No, most of the time I work Oswald's books. That's what I was doing before you commanded me to come to the lounge." That makes Jonathan very curious and gets himself comfortable, "You went to college for accounting?"Clearly that was the wrong thing to say, and Jonathan knew that. He had read about her hopes and dreams regarding college and what happened, but he wants to see what she says about it.
She frowns, her laugh sounding much more sarcastic, "Hell no, given that going to college and trying to become a paralegal made me heavily consider blowing my brains out, and I had an actual interest in helping researching crime, I'd sooner die than waste my time and money with accounting. Yes, I said it that way on purpose." He softly snorts at her jab, feeling himself getting sleepier, "Then how did you get into accounting?"
She hums a little bit anxiously before answering, which seemed odd to him, "Well everyone that works here takes essentially an IQ test, and I just scored high enough to get the position. I said I would do accounting when I don't work the club, and I got trained by Oswald. He may not seem it, but the boss is super smart with money. These days I almost always do accounting now, given most of the department is non-existent..."
She doesn't elaborate further, and he nods understandingly. Oswald is many things, one of those things is his books must be done his way or you get taken out back. Really, he feels bad for her, working with Oswald with his own finances and his club probably is hell.
His voice is sleepy and low, and he practically purrs in her ear, "I'm getting tired, can I curl up with you?" She considers the question briefly, she had gotten orders from Oswald before she met the doctor to please Jonathan, and frankly she'd prefer to not get gassed beyond saving or sent off to get experimented on. For those reasons and totally not because he is probably the hottest patron she's gotten maybe ever she nods and scoots so she's holding him in her arms and legs, her ear over his heart.
He's admittedly panicking at her action; she just practically told him in simple words that she found college not intellectually stimulating enough and then just curled into him like that. How is he supposed to be normal about any of this? He sighs and tucks them both into the covers of the bed, protectively curling around her and putting his hands on her waist.