Room 611

Glasses of Wine

Papa Emeritus III's POV:

I have to give it to Copia, he sure did choose a nice hotel. I went into the building and was greeted by a gorgeous receptionist. Hello lovely, how are you doing?

I'm doing well, sir. How can I help you?

Well I'm looking for a shorter man, maybe 5'6"-5'7", with an awful mustache and sideburns. The name should be under Copia. I didn't particularly hate the mustache OR sideburns. I actually like really like them.

Okay, he's in Hotel Room 611, sir. Here's the keycard. I took the keycard and headed over to the elevators. The doors opened and up I went to the sixth floor. When I got there, the doors opened with a ding and I head to 611. When I got there, I could have sworn that I heard Copia speaking to himself in that thick and sexy accent of his. I got closer to the door but couldn't make anything out besides mumbles. I slid the card into the slot and opened the door as silently as I could; I wanted to try and see if I could make out what Copia was saying.

When I opened the door, I saw the Cardinal pacing back and forth in the middle of the room. There was a bathroom to the left of the entrance with what looked to be a jacuzzi... noted. Again, he did pick a really good place for this... meeting. To his left, there was a large, probably queen-sized bed, above it a chandelier. To the right of him was a small living room with a fireplace and a kitchen with quite the view. He didn't notice I opened the door, so I just decided to go in and listen to him for a bit.

Hello, Papa. How do you do? No no no, that's too formal. Think, Copia, c'mon. You can do better than this. Papa! How are you doing? No, not formal enough.

I thought I had let him suffer long enough so I quietly went up behind him and placed my hand gently on his shoulder.

Oh shit! He turned around to face me while I kept my hand in place.

I'm sorry, Cardinal. I didn't mean to startle you. I could see him visibly blushing

He took off his hat and ran a shaky hand through his hair, putting it back on afterwards. Oh no, it's fine.

I didn't think you'd be so nervous to meet up with me for you to have to rehearse your greeting. I tried to get another blush out of him, and it worked.

I uh- uh. I'm just eager to meet you and learn more about the clergy, that's all. He wouldn't make eye contact with me, so I put my hand under his chin, lifting his head up so we were eye to eye.

No need to be nervous, Cardinal. There's actually not much to it that you don't already know. Shall we get started then?

Yes, very well Papa! I have things set up outside on the balcony. After you. He put out a hand gesturing to an entry way that lead to the balcony. The balcony was through the kitchen and out of a large set of French doors. It was dimly lit with strung up lights, a small, but definitely welcomed, sofa with a coffee table sitting in front of it. I think I knew why he seemed so nervous; there was an expensive bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table with two glasses next to it, with less than a foot apart from each other on the couch.

Please sit, Papa. He held his hand out again, this time motioning to the couch. I sat down and the visibly nervous Cardinal sat down next to me. He poured two glasses of the expensive wine and handed me one while he sat down.

So... Copia... another blush. Shall we begin? I said, taking a sip of the wine.