RP: With Darren Nichols

[weeper_of_blood]

Darren should know the deal by now. Monochrome, modern, clean and completely void of any sentimentality. Oh, and there's the room too.

Ever the gentleman, Le Chiffre allows him in first before shutting the door quietly behind, "Do you tend to get naked with your cast quite often, then?"

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[literallyrotten]

"On a one on one basis, sometimes. All together, only twice."

And the first time he wasn't the director. He pushes in and looks around in the direction of the bathroom.

[weeper_of_blood]

There's just the En Suite, seeing as it's only him living there. He does gesture vaguely in that direction for Darren's sake.

The bed room's still the same, as is the bathroom. It's also stupidly large with a fancy open style shower that's completely separated from the bath, all black tiled, steel shower head and lacking in shower curtains or doors. Who the hell needs them anyway?

"Yet another reason I never became an actor."

[literallyrotten]

"Turn off the lights."

Darren turns at him and grins, irrepressible and thrilled. He's already in the shower, bathrobe still on, hand resting, ready to find the water and turn it on.

[weeper_of_blood]

"Why?"

Le Chiffre's just lingering in the doorway, watching with suspicion, especially after receiving such a grin. His hand is near the light pull, but he's not touching it just yet.

"If you slip over and break anything, I'm not going to be helping."