It is barely twenty two hundred hours in Spain, which means it's almost 5pm in New York.

Which means, Arthur will be buried under work for at least another hour-- if Eames is lucky. If Eames' luck is running true to course, Arthur could actually have his phone on silent and tucked away in his bag, content to power through whatever needless very important task he's set before himself.

The problem being, Eames is bored. Ten pm means the locals are just getting into the swing of things, the city lighting up and the sweet smell of coffee piercing the night, and Eames should, by all means, be out there with them, partying it up. Finding his mark in the midst of the crowd and scoping out what she normally goes for (classless and easy? snooty and withdrawn? native or exotic?) so their little band of thieves can make off with her daddy's bank account info with as little hassle as possible. As the daughter of a corporate giant, she was obviously followed by her fair share of muscle, but Eames wasn't really bothered by that, he was quick on his feet and fast with his lies. The thing is...

Alright. So Arthur hadn't called last night. Which is a silly thing to get worked up over- and he wasnt worked up over it, just thinking about it- but he's found his hand on his mobile more times than he can count today and he's wondering if calling wouldn't be such a bad idea.

Turning his mobile over in his hands, Eames considers the pros and cons of calling. On the one hand, Arthur might pick up, which could result in a pro (their having a conversation) but also a con (that conversation being about how Eames shouldn't call before 7pm because Arthur actually works yadda yadda). On the other, Arthur might be doing something important and Eames doesnt want to be a distraction, even though Arthur is obviously not paying his mind the same courtesy.

In the end, Eames settles for a happy medium, walking out to the balcony of his little rented home (he likes to live out of other people's homes more than hotels, he likes knowing the stove's been used and the paint's had thought put into it) and thumbing out a text to the point man.

so. at the risk of sounding like an outdated porn star... what r u wearing?