The Kentinental - Ken U. Belevitt and Sarah Nade

(Joint post between Ken U. Belevitt and Sarah Nade) Shoulders were slumped and hair looking less than fabulous as Sarah Nade let herself into the Antartican compound from the garages.  Her travel bag was basically the same as when she was in Scotland, sans the bell.  Defeat sucked. She threw the bag onto the floor, not caring who could trip over it and made her way towards the parlor.  She needed to sit in something other than an airplane seat and try to forget Scotland's sub-par women's prison facilities. The headquarters were seemingly empty as always. It was oddly dark. The usual sub-standard fluorescent lights were turned off and there was a dim yellow light in the distance. Closing in Sarah saw that is was coming from a pair of black iron candelabras on the opposite ends of Ken’s desk. Ken’s usual swivel chair was replaced by a red velvet armchair, and Ken, dressed in a red velvet robe and sporting a fake Don Juan-esque moustache, knitted his fingers together and chortled. “Well, it seems you and I are the only ones left.” He cooed, feigning a French accent. Stopping mid stride Sarah grabbed onto the doorway, the sudden shock of what she believed she was seeing threatening to make her stumble over her own two feet. Was that... and... an eyebrow rose and she stepped closer, slowly, eyes narrowed. Ken? It WAS Ken. The idea of laughing was in the back of her mind but she was more curious than anything. Did he even know who she was in this dark light?Kenny continued to carry on with his act removing any doubt he had no idea who was there. “You know, even ze barren empty whiteness of ze Antarctic tundra pales to your fairness. Come sit. Have some cham-pag-ne…some cawiar?” The notion was actually kind of cute. In a geeky sort of way. She tilted her head but stayed in place, contemplating what she should do next. This was sweet but, well, he wasn't quite her type, plus she was at least 5 years his senior and didn't he have a thing for... Patty? Riiiiiight. Patty must have been due back around this time. It was about when she would come around, back from whatever frivolous thing she was bound to be doing. Sarah swallowed. It was in her expected nature to break into laughter but... Ken had tried so hard. Ken stood up and began to circle around his desk, holding a trey in his hands. “You know, zhey say zhat cawiar is an aphrodisi-a-wah-dah-Sarah!” Yes, Ken was shocked, and when Ken was shocked, things fell over. The trey hit the ground first, most of the food landing across his velvet robe. It followed by one of the candelabras, which Ken went immediately over to stomp out the fire. Sarah's hand covered her face in empathized embarrassment, holding back a now natural chuckle at the sight of what had just happened. Her hand blindly reached for the lightswitch and, finding what she was looking for turned back on the florescent lighting. They blinked a few times at half light before completely bathing the room in full light. "I'm sorry Ken... I... uh... just got home and... uhhh..." she had to clarify. "This... IS for Patty, isn't it?" Kenny’s corpulent frame was turned away from Sarah. He heaved a sigh. “I-i-is it really that obvious?” he moved one of his feet around, mashing about the melted candle wax on his sneaker. "Well, If it isn't... I'm flattered but... well, I think I'm a little old for you." Sarah replied softly. No need to go stomping on the poor boy's heart. She walked over to the candelabra and picked up what pieces she could, recovering one full candlestick, one broken one and a few bits of a third. Her eyes surveyed the rest of the scene. The caviar had been spilt, that much couldn't be helped. It was a shame his little scene had been so easily destroyed. "I'm sorry Ken... I should have announced myself. “It’s fine. I don’t really think Patty woulda been impressed.” He turned around and rubbed his mouth underneath his nose, removing the phony moustache. “Mr. The Slick told me to just try being myself one, but….she’s so…And I’m such a…” "Well... you had the french thing down... she does love all things French but..." she looked at him and tugged lightly at the fake moustache. "thats not quite the way to go about it." Sarah smiled lightly, easing the robe off his shoulders. Caviar smell was not something he would want soaking into the rest of his clothing. She'd had her misadventures in high end restaurants, she knew this fact well. "And you're a good guy... a little neurotic at times but there's nothing wrong with that. She's a girl just like anyone else. And...if I had to guess, she likes being around you." “You….you really think so?” Ken bit his lower lip. "I do." Sarah answered back softly and leaned against his desk, crossing her arms a little. "Look... why don't you take Patty to Paris for the day? I'll talk to transport for you and cover for you two. When you get back you can cover me while I finally get to see Sex Pistols on tour." “Yeah, yeah, that’s a good idea! I’m going to do that. I-I need to get changed.” Ken took off the caviar-coated robe and draped it over his shoulder. Then he mimed walking down the stairs until he reached the inside of his desk, where obviously he kept all his worldly possessions. Shaking her head Sarah picked up the receiver on his desk, dialing an extension and reaching the garages. After a brief discussion of why thing going to be done when she asked them to be done she smiled and hung up the phone. "When you find Patty go down to the garage... They'll have the jet waiting for you." Kenny reached up above his desk and gave a thumbs up before ducking back down to finish changing his clothes.