Another Year Older - Beyril's Apartment (MATURE) (Lani and Beyril)

Tony smirked as he looked over at him, "Because they're sticklers for safety and it's both easier and more fun to just ram a hammer at a delapitating wall than hire someone else to do the same damned thing?"

Akira turned to Tony with his hands out, "Right?! Ugh... Would be so much easier to just do it my damned self...." he muttered, going back to the decorations.

Beyril opened the door, but didn't come out, "Hey, Tony, come here."

Tony was just about to offer up a response, interrupted by his beloved's words. His eyes drifted towards her, and a faint smile appeared. Cups in hand, he did as he was bid.

Beyril jumped over a small pile of laundry, palms facing out as she twisted her hips, "Too much..?" she asked, sheepish and quiet.

Typical male as he was, Tony's eyes drew over her form, not even fully realizing that she had done anything with her hair. His eyes took in the lacy detail, though the pattern escaped him and he recognized, first, foremost, and almost exclusively, that it looked good on her. Smiling, he gave her a thumbs up, forcing his attention to direct back at her face.

Beyril made a bit of a pouting face, "Just a thumbs up, no comments?" she chuckled, shaking her head, stepping into a pair of black heels that made her calves and legs look like a models. To say nothing of her ass.

Tony coughed, more a sign of his awkwardness than anything else as he looked up and away, anywhere but at her curves. "This isn't fair."

Beyril looked down over her outfit, "Does it not look okay?" she asked, a little confused.

"It looks hot," he admitted bluntly, shifting a bit uncomfortably, "And I'm stuck having to share your attention."

Beyril blushed, twisting on the tips of her toes so he could get a good look at the back, fingers trailing lightly over the back of her neck, a place she admitted to him once with a few drinks in her that she wanted to put some more ink, then smirked coyly over her shoulder, looking up through her eyelashes, dark smokey makeup on the lids with black mascara giving her deep emerald eyes a layer of mystery, "Is there really any competition, though?"

He let out a wine that quickly faded to a half-groan. "When half the world wants to sleep with you, yes."

Beyril grinned, "You're making that number up." She whirled back to face him, a soft whisp of brilliant blazing red falling across her eyes, the green popping and seeming to stare through his soul.

"You're making me go up..." he grumbled, forcing his eyes away from her so as to maintain some level of sanity.

Beyril blushed, her pristine lipstick highlighting the funny shape her mouth made as she tried to stifle a laugh. She rocked up onto the tips of her toes, gently kissing his cheek, then embarrassingly trying to wipe the pink off of his skin. "Do you want me to change?"

"I want that dress on the floor, but otherwise, no." He laughed nervously, embarrassed, nuzzling her cheek before kissing the top of her head. "You're a knockout, babe."

Beyril smirked a bit, cheeks a touch red, as they always got before she made her attempts at being seductive verbally, "Maybe you'll get your wish later." she teased.

There was a thudding sound in the other room where Akira was presumably getting off the table. He went into Savannah's room, poking around looking for her, "Decorations are up."

"Maybe?" He asked, tapping her nose with his finger, "You were the one who requested a round two."

She looked over at him, smiling as she withdrew her finger from a small kennel, eyes alight. "Sure she'll like her...?"

Akira nodded, "It's got big eyes and slobbers a lot. If she likes Tony, she'll like that." he teased.

Beyril grinned, "Definitely, then."

His fiance let out a laugh, shaking her head as the startled pup fell backwards and tumbled. "Your point has been made."

"That's what I thought," he said, running his hand against her back, smiling down at her. "Party time?"

Beyril winked, "Always is with you here."

Akira nodded, "And the cake?"

"That's really not how it works." He said, rolling his eyes away from the winking.

Savannah's face flushed; cooking, she could handle. Baking she left to Beyril. In this instance, she had paid for one. "It... should be in the fridge, if Tony remembered to pick it up, at least."

Beyril, shrugged, "I feel like you're stalling to keep me from leaving." she nodded, gesturing to the way his body blocked the door.

Akira nodded, "I'll get it out. Might wanna hurry, they'll probably be out soon."

A mock pout followed, blue eyes teasing the light as it did. "Can I not have my girl all to myself?"

"That's a bet I wouldn't wager on," she said, laughing a bit to herself. "I'll bring her out when you give the word. I would rather see her face."

Beyril rocked up onto her tiptoes, working her hands up his arms and around his shoulders, grinning up at him like she still couldn't get over that he was here. She could touch him, hold him, feel him, and kiss him all she wanted. "I am all yours. Always and forever. Here or anywhere else." she reassured him.

Akira nodded, "I've got decorations up, and cake out, so it's all up to you now."

His face burned, his little joke coming back to bite him in the ass and kiss him on the cheek all in one measure, "Yeah, well..." He said, ruffling the back of his too-long hair, "I guess that'll have to do while I share, yeah?"

Golden eyes danced as she looked up at him, that little heart of hers showing through in the small gesture. "Knock 'em dead, petto."