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So exhausted he's actually taking the damn elevator, Vox makes his way up to the penthouse. At this point he just wants to shove food in his face and fall over. He sighs; likely he'll be alone for the night, the other two gone. When he left for work this morning, both Valentino and Velvette were huddled together over breakfast, probably planning a club night.
He sighs. Soon, when they all have the time, the three of them are going to have to hit the city together. But for now he's just glad for the familiarity of the penthouse, even if it is a little quiet.
... But it's not entirely quiet. Closing the door behind him, Vox can hear Frank Sinatra playing softly from the kitchen. He makes a slightly annoyed noise; they couldn't have been bothered to shut everything down before they went out? Sometimes it felt like he was the only fucking adult of the three of them, between Val and his moods, and Velvette and her constant teasing. But it isn't just the music. There is a comforting smell that is filling the suite.
"Vox! You're finally home, sweetheart."
Surprised, Vox turns and his eyes land on Velvette. He can't help but stare. She is in an almost sheer blouse with a matching scarf around her neck, and the crinoline under her black skirt fills it out and gives it a bell-like shape. She has also styled her hair, a headband pushing it back into a little Mary Taylor Moore flip.
"I'm sure you've had a long day," she says, taking his hand. "Please join me in the lounge. I'll pour you a drink."
Vox blinks, then smiles. "Velvette my dear, you are a sight for sore eyes."
He lets her lead him to the couch. On the coffee table is what is clearly his supper, the smell of which hits him hard in the nostalgia. Meatloaf, potatoes (obviously), and sautéed green beans. It's hardly haute cuisine, but it reminds Vox of home and his youth, and he's deeply touched. For all that Velvette teases him for being a "geezer", she listens, and remembers.
"This looks delicious, my dear," Vox says, settling himself down.
"Let me get your slippers while you work on that, sweetheart," says Velvette. She turns to leave and he watches the skirt and crinoline swirl around her calves.
He tucks in. It's everything he hoped, and by the time Velvette returns with his slippers he's half finished.
"Mm. Velvette, this is wonderful. It's exactly what I needed after work today." He looks her with a hopeful little smile, asks, "Is there dessert for afterwards?"
"In a manner of speaking..." Velvette says cautiously.
Vox looks at her and raises an eyebrow. "What is it, my dear?"
"I sent Tino to his bedroom without supper," says Velvette in a clipped tone. She smirks, adds with a purr. "After we finish here, he needs to be dealt with."
"I see," says Vox, shaking his head. He unbuckles his belt, pulling to free it from his belt loops, and lays it on the couch beside him. "Well, we will have to be firm with him."
In which case, he thinks he may have to save the whiskey until afterwards. It won't do to be drinking before handing out discipline. For right now however, he takes another bite, savoring the bliss of his own fucked up little family.