"'S cool." There's a sly grin at that little observation, the poorly-hidden spoils of war strewn throughout the girl's room. Revi is notably unadorned with jewelry - her ears are pierced if Elise looks closely, but she doesn't have anything in at the moment, and usually doesn't - getting jewelry ripped out by monsters hurts, and she'd prefer to take what precautions she can. She slides out of her jacket and lets it drape over the edge of the bed, and parks her cutoffs-clad rear on the edge of it, slanting a look over at Elise. "You gotta work on your security, girl." She chuckles a bit, stretching out and yawning like a big cat, lacing her fingers together and folding them behind her head, getting comfortable. "You got anything to mask the smell of that stuff when you crack it open?"

She scoots back on the bed to give Revi a room for a seat, knees folded up, stretched out across the bed still, her eyes drifted closed like a complacent housecat. Her fingers lace together, a long stretch of her arms over her head. "thought that was why I hired you..." a quirk of a smile, one lazy eye peeked open. "And yeah.... Got stacks and stacks of patchouili. We'll be fine."

"Hah! I haven't seen a paycheck yet, girlie." Revi snickers a bit and settles on the bed, before eyes go halflidded as she gets comfortable. "And that works. We'll get this place as set as these rooms can be, given the environment. Nothing is foolproof though, but shit, you know that living here as long as you have." She stretches her long legs out, slipping out of her boots as to not mess up Elise's sheets when she bends one knee up, shifting her laced fingers to curl around her shin and stretch her back out a bit, spine popping once or twice. "Geh.. climbed my ass off earlier." She'd been in the gym, using either the rock wall or her rappelling gear, one of the two.

Her head dangles over the edge of the bed, fingers laced over her stomach. Toe tips are faint whisps against the outside of Revi's thigh. She yawns like she's trying to unhinge her jaw. pffffft. paychecks... "Then pick up your paycheck." She briefly lifts a hand in a flourish of a wave. "Dig through the stuff and take what you want. And we can break out the hooch tonight." Body hanging over the edge to her shoulders, she deftly hefts herself up, upper body just slightly reclined over the surface of the bed, brow raised quizzical. as if to say Wall climbing? Yeahbuwhonow?

"I'll wait on looting your hidden treasure for a little bit." Oh, the potential double entendre. Revi just grins wryly - which only broadens when she gets that questioning look from Elise, humor flashing in those dark, predatory eyes. "What? I didn't tell you I doubled as Spiderwoman?" The thief laughs a bit and shrugs her shoulders, that tattoo shifting with her trim musculature. "I climb. Keeps me active, keeps my brain from drifting, too. Gotta fully concentrate on it. Keeps me sane, you know?" She doesn't seem to mind those petite toes sliding against her bare thigh, and just watches Elise for a bit through those dark black orbs, halflidded. Interesting girl she had in front of her, this one. She had purpose, focus... most here didn't even have that. She shifts a touch, tanktop riding slightly up her flat, toned stomach.

She rolls her eyes, but it's playful, inquisitive, a dopey grin on her face. "Tell me you're not one of those girls. I mean, if I have to suffer through any more sleazy, macho lezzie pick-up lines in this place...." she drifts off, a lilting tease in her voice. Toe tips tap out a silent beat on Revi's skin. It's less seductive and more just.... comfortable. Lips pursed. She bats dark lashes. "I think it's hormones or something they release in the air."

"Oh hell, come on!" She laughs, a real laugh, as she gets accused of, well, the obvious. . She shakes her head and grins widely, showing teeth. "But man.. I've heard some winners as far as lines go in here too, straight out of bad porn. Half the girls are as persistent as the monsters, I swear." She can't help but laugh again, one hand on her stomach, totally amused.

Comfortable is a good word, either way. This one has the potential to develop in to something Revi hasn't had in a long time - a really solid friend, an ally in this hellhole. "It's gotta be, honestly. The things I've seen in people's closets... with as much trouble as we have getting cigs and booze, this place has zero problem with foot-long dildos and anal beads the size of golf balls. One girl had a goddamn gimp suit, straight out of Pulp Fiction - all I could do to keep from cracking up, swear to God." She laughs again, glad the soundproofing keeps the noise out of the hallway - she had a rep to uphold, right? The hardassed, stupendous badass can't have a sense of humor, Yakuza hitwomen never smile.

"Oh God!" She giggles, watching Rev across the length of the bed. "I swear to God, one day I'm just cooling down on the track, and this girl comes up and sits beside me, chick I've never met in my life mind you, and out of nowhere she's all 'Let me suck on your feet'" She wrinkles up her nose. "I mean, I'd just gotten done running track, so they were all sweaty and..." Yuck... She shakes her head. Her feet tuck briefly under Revi, a counter-balance as she pushes herself up to a seat. Lounging supported on her elbows. "Like, you wouldn't believe how many sex toys girls trade in and out around here."

"I mean, I guess you can't blame them. It's like, I guess all the girls are just desperate for someone who looks at their bodies and doesn't see a piece of meat with holes in it, but.... I mean, a little self respect, right?"

She gets a little gleam in those near-black eyes, and grins at Elise's words. "Oh, I believe it. But yeah... If I had a bottle of beer for every girl that wanted me to be their own personal dominatrix, we could throw a keger tomorrow. Just 'cause I can kick ass doesn't mean I necessarily want to whip it too. Something in the damn water, I swear." She laughs again, slouching back afterwards as Elise uses her thighs as leverage, still grinning.

"But you really can't. Times of crisis, you know? Gotta take the comfort where you can get it, and a lot of the girls here just don't have anything to wake up for aside from just... shit, I dunno--" And she imitates a Valley Girl voice here, pretty badly. "-- 'So, Like... do I worry about my midterm, my hair, or like.. whether or not my pussy's gonna be nice and stretched for mister long, dark, and tentacled before the night's over?'--" End impersonation, thank god. "And then they'll flip their hair, be terrified, and just suffer through the four years they're here - presumably at least - as nothing more than brainless rapebait. 'S fucking tragic. Least that's not the case with everyone, yeah?" She gives Elise a look at that one, along with a faint, slightly wry smile. Yeah, she liked this one.

She grins ear to ear. "Well, then. Your next job's to whore yourself out for beer until we can pull off the most raging kegger ever. Then the cool kids are sure to like us!! I'm sure we can scrabble together a dominatrix costume out of all the junk in this place.... Hell, I bet they'll pay extra if you fist them while wearing your Spider-Woman costume!"

The grin softening as Revi keeps talking. "Dumb bunnies, right? Screw 'em. not our responsibility. But with my sexy brain and your sexy muscle, we're gonna be unstoppable."

"God, the mental image. Shoot me, please." She laughs again at that, shaking her head and grinning broadly.

"Between the both of us, we've got the market on sexy AND contraband covered, looks like." The grin is wry and comfortable, and Revi rolls her shoulders, at ease on Elise's bed. "We will kick untold amounts of ass, it's scientific fact."

El's got bigger plans than contraband, bigger plans than conquering the market. Money isn't much good around here, but favors are priceless, and she's just raking those in. These are plans of open revolt and violence, and just thinking about it, her breath is extra fast, her heart beating double in her chest. Her face dips down, her eyes raised, all tense muscle on the verge of action, hesitant. Her smile's vaguely coy, hand awkwardly on Revi's knee. "They're gonna regret ever sending us here. me and you."

There's a pregnant moment of quiet, but at least for Revi, it's not an awkward, heavy silence, it's the comfortable type of moment that two people who just... click can share, eyes on each other doing all the talking. She can feel the energy in the room change, the spark that slid through the both of them, more potent than the wine brewing in Elise's closet. Purpose. Deadly purpose, purpose towards destruction, mayhem, a fist in the eye of the ones behind the curtain.. god, it was intoxicating.

Her body responds, almost a mirror of El's - breath quickens, pulse ramps faster. Revi's near-black gaze settles on El's vivid blue eyes as that hand plays across her knee so awkwardly, and the thief just smiles, the expression hinting at the corners of her lips, watching her, and then those lips finally move. "You know it, El. Motherfuckers'll never see it coming." Her voice is lower, quieter, more intimate, a secret thing now, conspiratorial. She shifted, just a touch, to accommodate that hand on her knee, arm behind her head slowly joining Els own, her fingers sliding over the girl's. El's legs were still half under hers after all.. the position was a bit awkward, but her skin, charged, tingled where Elise's hand had settled on it. Adrenaline. What a high.

It's awkward alright - for El, double. It's hard having your body at the sexual mercy of these things day in and day out, but it's worse trying to initiate something sexual when that's the only frame of reference for the act you have. And let's not get started on the lifetime of Puritan baggage. Her body is fever, pink blushed, heart a-race, skin warm. The wedges of her feet are tucked under Revi's legs. The position's awkward, the two girls perpendicular to each other. El shifts, left hand flat against the mattress to let her bend around Revi, coiled like a cobra. Her free hand slips on Revi's knee, closing over her leg for balance. Her eyes are bright, volcanic fire, all rage and passion, riding the queasiness in her stomach like a rocket. They match with Revi's briefly and then demure, faces close, head bowed down, eyes averted to the taller girl's shoulder. "I'm not one of those nympho dyke bunnies.... really...." she apologizes.

It's funny, these things.. back in New York, through a variety of circumstances, Revi had toyed with a girl or three.. but here, oh here, there'd been less than that, consistently. But god, this one... the thief practically licked her lips at the thought - mayhem, adrenaline, smarts, conspiracy, mystery, a challenge, an ally, a purpose, revenge, adventure, god, a friend... all in one petite smartmouthed package.

"You think I'd be here if you were?" The murmured words are echoed back at Elise, Revi's body warm, the thief's eyes halflidded, near-black. The hand formerly on El's knee slides up to her face, sliding blue-black hair out of her face and cupping the side of her cheek. The thief tilts El's gaze upwards so she's looking right back in to those dark, midnight eyes, shining with enough fire to burn right back in to the shorter girl's core. Her own position shifts to accommodate El's new one, just so, feeling her slight weight on hers. The room still surged with that new energy, flickering back and forth between the pair. "Have a little faith..."