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Post by Typhoid on Dec 8, 2007 19:46:05 GMT -5
Hellfire on a Saturday was almost always packed, and this Saturday was no exception. A local band was finishing up playing when Ty and Pietro entered, but a DJ was scheduled for later, and the dance floor was crowded with fans of the band, dancing underneath the lights.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 8, 2007 20:11:34 GMT -5
::Pietro had walked beside her, his hand in hers, making it known through his expression that others were not to speak lewdly to her or touch her without her consent. It was his usual protectiveness taking over; he took the role of escort seriously. As they entered, he gestured at the bar.:: "May I buy you a drink?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 8, 2007 20:20:17 GMT -5
Ty slid into an open space at the bar that someone had just vacated, her hand staying in Pietro's. "A Manhattan?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 8, 2007 20:24:47 GMT -5
::Pietro acknowledged her drink order with a nod of his head. When the bartender approached them, he ordered her Manhattan and a bottle of vodka for himself.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 8, 2007 20:27:59 GMT -5
Ty almost raised an eyebrow at the vodka, but then remembered his powers. "At least we know who the designated driver is."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 8, 2007 20:29:43 GMT -5
::Pietro inclined his head slightly, leaning against the bar.:: "I am always designated driver."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 8, 2007 20:38:15 GMT -5
"True. Sometimes that's not a bad thing," she replied, acknowledging the bartender when he came back and taking a sip of her Manhattan when he slid it across the bar to her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 8, 2007 20:43:32 GMT -5
::Pietro agreed with her; best that one of them was rational, and best that he had that claim. When his vodka arrived, he unscrewed the top and took a deep drink from it. He had not drank since the battle.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 8, 2007 20:52:01 GMT -5
Ty just stared at him a little wide-eyed. "It's worse then I thought."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 8, 2007 20:53:48 GMT -5
::Pietro set the bottle down, his expression becoming concerned. The meaning of her words eluded him.:: "What is?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 8, 2007 20:57:57 GMT -5
"That's the first time I've seen you drink straight from the bottle," she replied. "Things are that bad?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 8, 2007 21:08:28 GMT -5
::Pietro glanced at the bottle, then at the bar, where a shot glass had been left. He drank this way with Scott, with others when not restricting himself. Often, it seemed a waste of a glass, since he would drink the entire bottle and be no worse for it. That was not the question she had asked, and so he answered her honestly, while pouring the vodka in the glass.:: "It is taxing but this is unrelated."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 8, 2007 21:12:21 GMT -5
"What is this for, then?" she asked, curious about his feelings.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 8, 2007 21:14:03 GMT -5
::Pietro tapped he bottle with his thumb, before setting it down and taking the glass in hand. He did not drink, not yet.:: "At times, I drink that way."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 8, 2007 21:17:51 GMT -5
She smiled a little, fondly. "I still have things to get used to about you."
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