Private Finished Confessions at the Foxhole

Fe absentmindedly fiddled with the necklace she was wearing as she drank her white wine while listening to the quiet murmur of the patrons around her at The Foxhole. It was not normally like her to feel overly worried or antsy about things. In fact, many would say that Fe hardly ever felt nervous, had stage fright or anything of the sort when she was performing, or in her daily life for that matter.

However, tonight she felt a little like a bird that had accidentally landed on a hot tin roof or that had got caught in a net. She was uneasy and feeling anxious with butterflies in her stomach, and had been for the last two weeks or so - ever since she had tried that darn app.

Uncrossing and crossing her legs, the Sirin sat up a little straighter on her bar stool, still wearing her rather revealing stage outfit. and scanned the crowd quietly. She had just performed a little over an hour ago and wondered if Jericho was around or not, or if she should just go home for the evening and relax.

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Even though Fe had been watching the floor, wondering where Jericho might be. She had also been kinda lost in her own little world. And so, when he sat down at the bar next to her, Fe actually jumped a little, startled by his sudden presence.

"Mr. Fox... " Fe grinned suddenly when she saw who it was, happy to see it was him, and momentarily forgetting the anxiousness she had been feeling earlier. "So nice to see you are finally free... I almost thought I might have to leave without saying good night to you," she confessed playfully, as she spun her body around in her seat so she could face him.

Fe smiled then and quite purposefully leaned forward just enough to place her hand on Jericho's shoulder as she gave him a small kiss, not really caring who saw her "getting familiar" with the owner of the Foxhole.

"I can stay if you'd like me too," she murmured warmly, not pulling back yet, her hand still resting casually on his shoulder, sort of propriety like as if she was letting others know Jericho was hers and to back off. "I just wasn't sure if you were free this evening, and didn't feel like waiting around," she told him.

"However, now that you are here..." she said meeting his warm gaze. "Would you like me to stay?!" she asked him with a playfully seductive smile.

"Mhm..." Fe purred as she leaned her head against Jericho's shoulder for a moment when he gave her a side hug and pulled her closer.

"I'd love to stay behind and wait til you are done for the evening," she confessed, enjoying the attention and the sound of his voice as she relaxed against him. And when Jericho told her he always could make time for her, Fe flashed him a very pleased look. She liked knowing and also hearing him say that. It made her feel special and like he didn't just take her for granted. A fact that only reassured her that the decision she was seriously considering was the right one.

"Maybe... when you are free, we can go somewhere a little more private?" she suggested, only a tiny bit disappointed he had missed her show that evening. She did understand that between the Foxhole and that a lot of people relied on him for advice, not only because he granted wishes, but he also because he gave good advice regarding their choice of wishes. Fe had to admit that she was quite proud of the fact that Jericho wasn't a shady wish granter like a few others on the island.

"Your office sounds good to me," Fe said as she looked directly at Jericho now. She hadn't really expected him to suggest going off together now. The place seemed rather busy, but as she glanced around she did notice that everything seemed under control, at least for now.

Taking one last sip of her wine, Fe got to her feet, smoothed her outfit down, and followed Jericho up to his office. As they moved through the establishment, she smiled welcomely at the patrons that caught her eye, always very mindful that some of them were probably her fans and all of them were most likely paying customers.

And as they neared Jericho's office, Fe started to feel that anxiousness again, so much so that she almost felt like telling him that maybe they should just wait until later after everyone had gone home for the evening.