mr ambrose and lilly linton

Well I think getting drunk is absolutely spiffing!

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Mr Ambrose POV:
I was so confused and shocked when... well when Lilly, yes Lilly, fell at my feet! I could feel myself not responding coherently, or even moving for that matter. What is wrong with me? was the one thought I kept thinking over and over. I could not do anything about it however, resulting in me standing still even longer-my drunken less coherent state had taken over I was sure of it and I am barely ever wrong- my only movement being snapping my mouth shut. I have concluded though that the flies I do see must be hallucinations, as they did not flee when I glared at them. That and they only appeared once Lilly said that flies might fly into my mouth... shaking my head at the despicable thought I turns my thoughts to Lilly.

As if she realised something her face tinted red and she scrambled up until she was more... appropriately facing me shall we say. I stayed stock still while I did a scan of my Lilly, as I did not want any movements to prohibit my efficiency of seeing if she is ok. She didn't seem physically hurt, but she still seemed different somehow. Something was going on with her and I intend to find out what that is.

She then started to look at my quizzically, and I was 90% sure that she wanted to ask me a question, making me 100% sure that she was going to ask me one. I was rewarded with the truth of this fact when she did in fact ask me a question. The only problem was that me, Mr Ambrose who has an answer to everything because I make sure I know the answer to everything, did not know how to answer this question. My drunken state however was fighting me to answer the question and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold off from my answering with... the truth.

Lilly POV:

After my internal battle I decided that the easiest way to find out was to ask. Here goes I thought before I asked both inquisitively and demandingly "what the heck were you doing in that bathroom?" I mean yes I probably could have put it more eloquently, but I just had a niggling feeling to ask him outright. What I wanted was answers, and I was going to get them; one way or another.

I saw Mr Ambrose stiffen visibly, which I didn't think was possible due to the fact I thought he couldn't stiffen any further, but hey this is Mr Ambrose we're talking about I thought fondly. Wait... fondly?? I'm not even the drunk one and I'm having these thoughts... Control yourself Miss Lillian Linton I scolded myself!

After my little interlude with myself I saw conflicting emotions run through Mr Ambrose's eyes, and his mouth opened as if to say something before it forcefully snapped shut. This happened approximately three more times before he opened his mouth once more and actually spoke; and it was spoken so quietly that I would have missed it if he did not have my undivided attention. And, seeing as there was no one else in this... room? Office? Building?? Deciding it was all three I was reminded just how alone me and Mr Ambrose really were which in turn made me think 'Now what do naughty naughty people do when they're alone eh?' Suddenly feeling very self-consciousness of this thought I felt myself blush lightly as I remembered previous "alone" nights me and Mr Ambrose had together before, with difficulty, I corrected my thinking back to my previous trail of thought: So, seeing as there was no one else in this room, office or building of course he had my undivided attention. But I must have heard wrong... I must have.

I cleared my through before saying as calmly as I could, though I must admit it came out sounding a bit breathless: "Mr Ambrose... sir... did you say that you were- watching me?" And before I knew it Mr Ambrose opened his mouth again, and before he could say anything I thought 'Wow I should get my dear employer drunk more often. This is the most he's even attempted to speak in ages! It's absolutely spiffing!'