Spend an intentionally uneventful night in London with Goodbye

In the end, you decided that one way or another, you weren't going to let anybody bribe you into anything. You had your principles as an agent. Just because you'd been granted a Rabbit Badge didn't mean you were going to use it willy-nilly, for purposes that could easily be seen in hindsight as an abuse of power. Even if Goodbye came at you with advances that were less than appropriate for professional company, you intended to reject them tonight and spend an ordinary evening celebrating your recent mission successes, as well as the favorable turnout at the hearing.

The Hotel Rowntree was a posh location; you'd found yourself happy to check in there after touring some of your favorite spots around the old town and catching up with old friends. You'd been booked a single room, nonetheless spacious despite its singular accommodation, but you left its comfort to track down Goodbye. She hadn't come out with you to tour the town, oddly enough, so this would actually be the first time you'd met her since the hearing. Perhaps she had business at the London division with Madison? Whatever the case, you were certain she'd be in her room at this point.

You paused in front of her room-- 410-- then reached out your knuckles and gave a polite knock upon her door. "C-C-Ciao! You came! One second!" you heard your boss babbling, followed by the raucous noises of someone jumping out of bed, running to the bathroom to check their hair, and then nearly slamming into the door in their attempt to run to it. After that heavy door unbolted and then slowly opened, you were met by the view of your boss dressed in a lengthy bath-robe, wearing her brown, frizzy hair down in an unusually casual do. That seductive look was undone a bit both by her short stature and her thick, librarian's glasses, which she adjusted slightly as she spotted you standing in the hallway. "Come inside, Ciao. Quickly!" Obviously, she didn't want anyone seeing her welcoming you in while she was dressed this way.

Once inside, you reflected that she hadn't been in the least covert about her intentions. Her face was already red with expectation-- along with her lipstick-- and the bathrobe made the atmosphere immediately flirtatious. As you walked further in, feeling overdressed, she fidgeted near the doorway and watched you expectantly. Finally, you told her that you only came here to celebrate; you didn't intend to make her do anything as far as "persuading you to stay with Washington."

"Oh, thank God! I-I got wind that all of the others were planning to seduce you to switch to another division s-so, you know, I was prepared to make sure this was your first stop and you got what you wanted. B-But if you don't want it, then, honestly, that's kind of a blessing. Whew... My heart was beating out of my chest there," she sighed, taking a seat on the second bed in the room. You noticed that she'd been booked a double room and wondered if that was intentional or a mistake on the part of the Rowntree. "Not that I want to offend you and say I don't want to seduce you! I mean... You know what I mean! Just, with the circumstances being what they were, I thought it'd be a little slutty if we did it here at the hotel, with all of the other CEDIT agents just a few rooms over... ha ha..."

You smiled to reassure her, then told her you weren't planning on defecting any time soon. You did, however, press her on the point of the earlier mentioned champagne.

"Oh! Of course! I did get champagne!" she responded, bobbing her head excitedly before producing a tall bottle from the ice-bucket at her bed-side. She tightened her lips while uncorking it, then panicked when the bubbly began getting all over the sleeves of her bathrobe. "Aaack! This is too much! This bottle's way too bubbly! How do people elegantly pour champagne in the movie?! It's getting everywhere!" For once, you didn't bail Goodbye out, just laughing instead at the comical scene. She knit her brow and pouted. "Hmmm... It's a good thing I wore this robe after all, isn't it? I'd hate to have ruined the sleeves of my good blazer... Speaking of which, can you believe that Madison copied my outfit!? How could such a thing happen!? I was so embarrassed! Did she seem embarrassed to you!?"

The two of you spent some quality time gossiping about all of the world's leaders, then transitioned to watching a classic sci-fi movie, which the drunken Goodbye turned out to be extremely opinionated about. It was such a relaxing night, free from the Goodbye Girls, that you actually managed to take your mission off your mind for a while.

In the end, she fell asleep, snoring away during the middle of "an underrated movie from the golden age of science fiction." You left her snoozing peacefully, then quietly returned to your own room for some shut-eye.