Dahl let his hand go, about to make the scene dramatic when their eyes locked and she heard the words 'you can be my girl' come out of his mouth. She blushed for a moment, then smiled before she broke the tension. "Well, then...." She whistled, "I guess I wont have to worry about rent, then?"

Vince's eyes brightened, and all the sadness he had been harboring seemed to wisp away. "No. No you won't." he said and his lips gave way to a smile.

That night was great for Dahlia; after she decided to be Vince's girl, she pretty much stayed quiet, then waited before he went to sleep to ravage her room for night clothes - she decided on a long tank top and undies... then she tiptoed off to Vince's room and, as quietly as she could, stole a pair of plaid boxers and slipped them on. And then she did something she'd never, ever think she'd do; she crawled in beside him. Far enough that they didn't touch, but she didn't feel like being alone, especially if she was his girlfriend.

She had curled up into a ball at the edge of the bed, and now her senses were awake, but she couldn't bring herself to get up. "Might as well let him just find me," She told herself quietly, yawning before closing her eyes again.

The alarm clock blared and Vince rolled over and reached out an arm to swat at it. Ironically, it was placed at Dahlia's side of the bed and he had rolled over right next her to get to it. Now instantly awake, he looked at Dahlia's sleeping form in a sort of shock. But it didn't last long, and after a matter of moments he found himself laughing.

Dahlia replied to the noise by pulling Vince's pillow out from beside him and throwing it over her head, pulling it down . "Blast it. I've been caught." She kicked off the covers, moving the pillow to look up at Vince with a dazey grin. "Got your knickers."

"Oh really now?" Vince snorted, "Well then! Do you know what this means?"

He jumped up from the bed and inched his way to the door. "Honey! Bring it!" he called and soon after a clattering of nails on hard wood followed. The big Rottie came in with a bra strapped over her waist. "You're not the only one who enjoys a little midnight thieving."

"Oh my gods." Dahlia gasped, giggling like a small child before falling back on the pillow to breathe. "Get that off of her." She breathed, a big grin on her face as she kicked playfully at Vince. "And besides, I thought you couldn't stand bras? What happened to that?"

"Well I'll do anything for a good prank," he beamed. He whistled for Honey to come and she plopped herself on his lap as he unhooked the straps and freed the Rott. "Well, I believe today is the first day we try out your cooking, no?"

"Bahaha," she grabbed the bra and threw it against the wall, throwing it over exaggeratedly like a basketball player like she had done before. "You can prove that you're a man and get that later," She smiled, rolling out onto the ground on her feet.

"And I'll have breakfast ready in about fifteen minutes. What do you want to eat, boy?"

In the back of her mind, things were racing. They had only met yesterday, and already she was his girlfriend and she was happy to cook for him. It confused her a little bit, but God, was she feeling great to be with him.

"Well, let's test out your crepes," he said, smiling from cheek to cheek. "And how about some coffee for my input?"

"Aye aye, sir." She whistled softly, mock-saluting him before popping the waistband of the boxers around her hips. "These are mine. And I'll make you a home UK blend of coffee, since you Americans and your lattes disgust me." Dahl made a dramatic stomp towards the door, motioning towards the bra. "Now you know my size. Congratulations... and you need to pick that up soon, boy." She grinned, stretching her arms as she walked back into her room to get her British coffee mix, then skipped off into the kitchen with a very positive attitude.

"Mm, let's see.. American works, eh." She murmured, punching buttons on the coffee maker after she got it set up until the coffee was going perfect. "Now, crêpes." Dahlia hummed, mixing a quick batter with a hint of sugar and cinnamon before putting it in the pan. Normally you were supposed to let it sit for a while, but she had done it time and time again with perfect crêpes. She flipped the 'cakes a couple of times, folded them, and set three out in a gorgeous plating arrangement on Vince's plate, partially stuffed with some blueberries and strawberries, which she had found in the fridge. Dahlia hadn't bothered to make herself anything; she wasn't very hungry, herself.

She poured his coffee and set it out for him in a plating order, hoping he didn't absolutely detest anything she used in the ingredients. "Now, I'm going to go take a shower." She announced before walking back down the hallway, just loud enough for him to hear. Dahlia hadn't bothered to check if he was sticking his head out to talk back when she took off her shirt and his boxers, flashing her underwear clothes, before rolling them into a ball at her side as she walked down to her bathroom. And honestly, she could care less - so she walked straight down the hall without hesitation, and shut the door behind her without a word.

"What? You're not eating? No wonder you're so skinny, 'girl'," he commented, using 'girl' as a comeback for his new name of 'boy. "Well now. You're not gonna be like this from now on," he lectured playfully, waving a fork in the air.

Dahlia called back to him, grinning, "I would but I'm without over clothes at the moment. If you really want me to sit in front of you with almost nothing on and eat part of your crêpes, I will. Otherwise, hush up, boy." She added, emphasizing his nickname. For the hell of it, she leaned out of the bathroom, listening for his answer. She knew Vince a little bit, but she didn't know him too well. "And you're afraid of under garments as well." She added, teasing him with a concealed smirk.

Vince blushed, unsure of what to say. Not wanting to offend Dahlia, he stuffed a crepe in his mouth and chewed. He chewed slowly hoping she would drop it and get herself into the shower.

Dahlia raised an eyebrow and grinned, knowing fully well that she had just caught him in a tight spot. "I'm waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiittingggg," she called, pretty sure he was going to just manage to say no.

Vince swallowed and cleared his throat. "Dahlliii. Just get in the shower will you!"

Dahl stuck out her tongue, although he couldn't see her. "Bahaha, goingg, Vincey. Enjoy the French pancake a-la strawberry~" She chimed, shutting the door gently so he knew she wasn't off base about what he said.
She examined the bathroom, looking at the shampoo and conditioner before turning the water on. "Mmf." She made a face, slightly missing the giant bathtub in the CasaBlanc. "Ah, well. It'll be fine sooner or later." She kicked off her remaining clothes, hopping in the shower once it was heated to her standards -- boiling hot.
In about three minutes she was out again, with one towel beehived around her afro, showing the angled features of her face and neck while the hair was up, and a towel tied tight around her body. She smelled delicious, thanks to a fast addition of the five hundred dollar body wash she stashed in the bathroom the night before. "Hmm." She stuck her head into the doorway of the dining room, eyes alight at Vince -- she decided to visit before she stowed away in her own room to get dressed. "How's the crêpe?"

"Great," he smiled, polishing the last of the berries from his plate. Not a crumb remained. "I haven't eaten something cooked at home for a year. It's nice to finally eat something good, y'know."

Dahlia fumbled with the lip stud stopper again while he talked, a big grin taking away the simple expression she normally carried. "So glad you like it, sir." She bowed a little to curtsy without using the towel, then turned her heel and practically skipped down to her room.

"Yeah, of course I do," he said, dumping his dishes into the sink to soak, "So, I'm off today. What do you want to do? I'll take you to somewhere nice. Other than 'Taco Chimes'."

Dahlia stuck out her bottom lip in thought, "Hm. I kinda want to go shopping, myself." She raised up her arms to adjust the towel wrapped around her head, "but I don't know about tonight.. Club hopping was pretty fun. Especially the liquor."

"I can take you up to the outlets, if you'd like," Vince suggested, going into his room to pick out an outfit. "And I'm not off often. With all the tips from last night, we can have a nice dinner too. Some fancy restaurant."

Dahlia nodded, feeling kind of bad for him implying that he was going to spend that kind of money on her. "That'd be nice..." She smiled, eyes following him. "Well. I'll let you get to work on yourself. Paint on your face. I need to go get dressed, m'self." She turned on her heel, bouncing back to her room to throw on something to wear around the City.

She returned to the hallway close to Vince's door with her 'casual' look; low rise tight jeans, light black/grey plaid jacket over a fitting black tank top. She set the outfit with white graffiti converse and had a silver chain with a Batman charm on her neck. She looked mod, yet still... Dahlia. Totally and completely.
"Yo, starshine. Are you done getting dressed?" She teased, knocking on the door frame before poking her head in to look at what he was doing.