Second Floor Boy's Bathroom, Saturday afternoon

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Richard J. Grayson, Esq woke up in the shower. "It was all just a dream," he said, remembering his fictional silly bout with amnesia and a nap in a church that clearly never happened. What kind of schmuck was named 'DJ' anyway? Not THIS kind of schmuck. Richard was a schmuck with money who all the women wanted and all the men wanted to be (and possibly wanted as well because he really was that hot). If only he didn't have that mysterious past that he could never reveal to ANYONE unless it was during November or February or May...

But none of that mattered right now, because he was showering. Oh yeah.

[OOC: As far as Dick is concerned, nothing before waking up in the shower happened. Also, post is open.]

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Which gave Ella a perfect opening to reach over with a free hand, nimbly grab the wallet full of twenties, and heave it toward the bathroom door as hard as she could, so she could easily scoop it up on her way out.

And then she returned to the way she had been distracting him, pulling them both to the floor.

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Some time later, Dick said a farewell to Ella before going back to his shower so that he could be completely fresh when he went out to wander aimlessly around town in order to wallow more about his secret past.

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Ella could still feel the warmth of Dick's body against her skin as she grabbed the wallet and wandered off. "So long, lover," she called over her shoulder, but she made no effort to linger.

She had a dealer to find.