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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 17, 2007 23:24:28 GMT -5
::Pietro extended his arm to her, so she could take it.:: "We should be safe here."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 17, 2007 23:26:35 GMT -5
Typhoid took his arm, a slight smile on her face. "This time is different. You're here, instead of anyone else."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 17, 2007 23:27:34 GMT -5
::There was brief hesitation on Pietro's part at the compliment. After his failure to protect Wanda, he had doubts about himself. He recovered quickly enough, and began to walk.:: "It is a different club."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 17, 2007 23:38:14 GMT -5
Her eyebrow rose as they walked. "Not what I meant. I mean...you calm me down. Last time I lost control and got yelled at afterwards." Her mouth twisted wryly, remembering. "Not one of my brightest moments."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 17, 2007 23:55:23 GMT -5
::Pietro did not point out the irony of him having a calming effect on anyone not his sister. Few thought of his temper as calming, but if he brought her comfort, he would take it as a badge of pride. They reached the door, and he opened it, held it for her.:: "It won't happen tonight."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 18, 2007 0:05:46 GMT -5
"It won't," she said, definitively. "Particularly since you are going to show me how YOU lead when dancing as opposed to the other way around." Her voice was teasing, lighthearted.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 18, 2007 20:49:16 GMT -5
::Pietro had no retort to that; thus she was met with a quirk of a silver brow. When she entered, he stepped in after her. The club was much the way he had remembered it, a bar in the center serving drinks, which also served as a cafe. Tables off to one side, a dance floor to the other, and the separate area for smoking. No one much as batted an eye when they entered.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 18, 2007 21:00:01 GMT -5
Ty chuckled a little at the eyebrow, running eyes over the place as she entered. It looked good enough, and no one seemed to be threatened over their presence. The music being played was pleasant. "Not bad."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 18, 2007 21:13:28 GMT -5
::Pietro was pleased with her approval; recently, he had begun to feel as though he could do very little correctly. It was his own failure which had sparked it. Guiding her towards the bar, he spoke.:: "Can I get you something non-alcoholic?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 18, 2007 21:18:58 GMT -5
She nodded; he knew her well to ask that question. "Just a Shirley Temple."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 18, 2007 21:24:24 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded and when they reached the bar, approached the bartender. He ordered her the Shirley Temple, and although Irish coffee tempted him briefly, the last thing he needed was caffeine. As such, he took a gin, and when the drinks were up, handed her hers.:: "There."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 18, 2007 21:31:43 GMT -5
She did what she always did with a Shirley Temple- immediately used the cocktail straw to take out the cherries, eating them first while leaning against the bar.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 18, 2007 21:36:52 GMT -5
::Pietro sipped his gin, watching her drink. When Wanda drank soft drinks, which was rare, she behaved similarly. It brought a sense of familiarity and a sense of desire, followed by a pang of guilt.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 18, 2007 21:44:05 GMT -5
Ty felt eyes on her, turned midsip to observe him watching her. "What's wrong?" she asked, a slight smile accompanying the question.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 18, 2007 21:51:15 GMT -5
::Pietro would not lie to her, and say that all was well. He settled for a technical truth.:: "Nothing new."
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