Title: Formal
Pairing/Characters: Romano and Lovina


A green tie was looped over the top of the hotel room's ceiling fan, blowing with the slow rotation and making light slapping noises whenever the end ran into one of the blades or the ceiling. Beneath the fan and just a bit to the left, a wrinkled black vest was poking out from under a desk, where a single black pump was resting atop a pad of paper featuring the hotel's letterhead. The shoe's twin was nowhere to be seen on first look. It wasn't by the bathroom door near a pair of boxers, nor was it in the closet with the other shoes, but a suspiciously shoe-shaped lump could be glimpsed through the ripped remains of a silk button-down shirt lying near the door.

A suit jacket was haphazardly thrown over the back of a chair, its grey overlayed with the red of a transparent shawl. The trousers were gone— possibly out the open window, but definitely not anywhere in the room. An emerald dress was crumpled up against the (now empty) mini-bar and a lacy bra had made its home over the top of a lamp.

The only place clothes were not scattered, really, was the bed.

"…Are you seriously smoking right now."

"Shove off, Lovina."