1X1 Against All Odds & Hikaru Kurosaki

[Tossing Spades]

So he was on to her, yet he let her stay in his hotel room, and have dinner with him. "Why does Foxx make you uncomfortable?" She asked, resting her chin on her hand and crossing her legs, making it so she seemed she wanted to hear more. "You hate what she's done to your family's business? Or is it because you have something against her?" She pried at him in her low, and quiet tone. The waitress brought back the food, placing it in front of them and whishing them a good dinner.

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Claude shooed the waitress away by giving her a tip, and began to mess with his food, but not necessarily eating it. "How am I sure I can trust you with this information?" He asked in a mocking tone with a smirk, cutting the lobster and taking a bit of it. He chewed it slowly. "I mean, ifyou were Foxx, I'd be handing you my weakness to easily." He added, leaning back against his chair.

[Tossing Spades]

Foxx gave him a look that said, 'come on, you can trust me' with a mischievous tang to it. Pause. "Smart. You don't have to tell me, I was just being nosy." She replied. "I actually study criminology, that's one of the reasons I was asking." It was the truth after all. Now Claude had just entered her game, he was actually playing. That's alright. Two can play at this game, but there was only one winner. And Foxx always won. At least, she hadn't lost yet.

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Claude smirked, not commenting to her reply. If she was Foxx, she had a nice way of covering her identity up. He took another bite of lobster. "Why are you following Clayde Deloney around?" He asked intrestingly, his eyes drifting to the teens who were giggling. He let out a chuckle, leaning across the table. "If they come over, I will give you twenty dollars to say we're together and show them off." He said with a smirk, crossing his arms.

[Tossing Spades]

"Coincidence." Foxx simply replied with a small shrug, the smirk never leaving her face. Glancing at the girls she snickered. "You couldn't pay me enough." She told him, rolling her eyes and then starting at her food. "I won't be bribed into anything." Foxx watched the live smooth jazz band play the slow song they did, it made her want to go back to sleep even though she only just woke up. "And you won't have to worry about me following you anyway, I'm off to travel the world. I'm taking a day here, then leaving tonight." Her eyes studied him, waiting to see his reaction.

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Claude let out a laugh, amused by her words. He finished his food after a while, and took a sip of his wine. "Why are you leaving tomorrow? Why didn't you leave today?" He asked, still feeling curious. He didn't want to seem as if he was noisy. Claude ran a hand through his hair, resting his chin on his palm. "Is there some reason why you didn't?" He added. If she asked questions, he would too.

[Tossing Spades]

"I didn't get to see anything, explore, travel. It kind of defeats the purpose If I leave tonight." Foxx replied coolly with a soft giggle. "The point of traveling isn't in just being in the country, its enjoying the people and culture of the country." She had the sudden urge to crash the party with the people giving her looks for dining with Claude. For now, she resisted. "What about you? Are you just here for business, or doing a little living yourself?" Foxx asked with an interested expression, her true tone staying steady, like any good player in poker.

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Nodding, Claude realized that he'd made a mistake. She'd mentioned she was traveling the world. He finished his wine glass with a smirk. "Well, I'm here for work for the next week, but I might as well while I'm here." He replied in the most calm voice he could muster. Claude clasped his hands together on the table. "So, where are you planning on traveling, nowhere in pareticular, or everywhere? Sorry for being noisy." He said apologetically, waiting patiently for her answer.

[Tossing Spades]

"Don't sweat it." Foxx chose her words carefully, knowing others were listening. If she sounded like she usually did, people, and Claude, would defiantly know something was up. "I'm just going with the flow, really. I've dreamed of it. I want to see Italy again, Egypt, South Africa, Madagascar, the Amazon River. Anywhere really." She shrugged, but something caught her eye. Business men usually got mail to their room, and the mail man was strolling past the doorway with the cart of mail. An idea popped into her head. And a good one. "So what's this business meeting for? Anything interesting?"

[Hikaru Kurosaki]

Claude smirked, raising his eyebrows. "That seems nice." He said, letting out a sigh and rising to his feet, noticing a camera flash in the room. "Not much, really. Only expanding the business." He said, fixing his tie. "I think I'll go ahead and walk back to the room." He said, diverting the reporters' gazes. He was glad there wasn't too many. He growled once a reporter shoved a microphone in his face, and began rambling questions.