1X1 Against All Odds & Hikaru Kurosaki

[Tossing Spades]

Foxx gazed out the window, not really watching what was passing her outside the window, but what was passer threw her head. Hoping they were almost there, she looked up, tearing herself from her thoughts and glancing at Claude, then his hands curled around the wheel.

{{I like that song! I think it works for it too:] }

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Thinking of nothing, he held back a sigh. After five minutes, they pulled into his garage. He turned the car off, calling the rental place to come pick the car up. He had plenty of cars if one was needed. Claude stepped out of the car, and slammed the door shut. He unlocked the entrance to the house and glanced at Foxx as he opened it. "Home sweet home." He smiled weakly, examining the room. He walked further into the house. It seemed as if he'd just left it. "Um...There's a guest bedroom upstairs, if you need some sleep." Claude took a seat in a chair in his living room, sighing happily.

[Tossing Spades]

Foxx watched them pull up to a large - monstrous mansion. Of course. She silently groaned, following him into the house. When he'd offered for her to go to the bedroom, she felt uncomfortable just waltzing into someone else's home and taking comfort on their bed. Hearing another door unlock, a man walked in, a familiar face. Stressed and worn, but still graceful and powerful. The Mr. Jefferson Deloney. Foxx couldn't believe her eyes, but on the outside, just crossed her arms and locked her gaze on the man. Well. This should be interesting.

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Claude shifted around in his seat, hearing his father enter the house. His stomach did multiple somersaults. Oh God... He thought, rushing to stand properly. His father shifted his gaze to Claude, then back to Foxx. "So this is what you spent your time off on." His father began, crossing his arms. "I thought you'd be doing something more...productive." Claude shifted uncomfortably on his crutches. "I have a reason to be..." Claude mumbled in return, eyeing the ground. His father snorted, shoving his hands in his pockets. He responded with a question. "Who is this girl you've been running around with?" He asked, prying the information out of him, or at least trying. Claude wasn't about to reveal her identity. Too many things would happen at once, probably. Instead of responding, he just shrugged. Claude's father eyed her suspisciously, as if he was trying to know her completely.

[Tossing Spades]

"I'm-Evangeline- most just call me Eve..." Foxx jumped in with a warm smile, something that had only showed one other time to Claude. She held out her hand. "Evangeline Sandoval. I'm a friend of Claude's. We met in Mexico city, I was working with him in the meeting." Foxx pointed out.

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Claude raised an eyebrow in surprise, waiting for his father's reaction. It seemed coincincing enough. Claude's father returned the smile, nodding his head. He shook her hand firmly, yet gently. "Well, sorry to give you the cold shoulder. It's a pleasure." He replied, glancing over to Claude. Claude wanted to fade into the shade of the walls. If his father found out she was lying...He wasn't sure how he'd react, and that scared him.

(Nicely plotted, by the way. :3)

[Tossing Spades]

{Thanks! :] }

Foxx hoped he'd buy it, feeling somewhat nervous that he wouldn't - which rarely happened to her anymore. Retreating her hand after he'd taken a hold of it, she loosened her smile to seem casual. "Um, yes," She started. Looking down at what she was wearing; jeans and a tank top. "Sorry for my appearance, I was actually just visiting Claude for a causal meeting about expanding my business...I thought because of how successful you're hotel has been... I could get a few pointers." Foxx told him, apologizing for her fashion that was far from business.

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Claude's father nodded his head, hand retreating back to his side. "Oh, I understand." He smiled kindly, as if he hadn't noticed it. "We can't be prepared for everything." He added after a moment. His father peered at Claude for a moment. "Well, we prefer to keep our methods a secret." Claude was beginning to become uneasy. He made his way to his father, trying to motion him to the door. "Dad, just leave, okay? I can handle things myself." Claude groaned, opening the door with some trouble.

[Tossing Spades]

"Oh, then good thing you didn't tell me anything, huh?" Foxx forced out a short laugh, then stepping back once as Claude pressed his dad to leave.

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Claude's father nodded, frowning once his son practically pushed him out the door. "Yes, indeed." He scoffed. "Son, I'll leave when I want to." He said, moving out of his grip. He walked into the kitchen, and began searching for a bottle of wine. Claude plopped down on the couch that lay in the middle of the room face-first. "Tell me about your business, Eve." Mr. Deloney started, pouring them a glass. Claude made some undectectable noise.