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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 25, 2007 18:46:52 GMT -5
Scott nodded. It all seemed to make perfect sense now. Of course. That was all they had to do. He took a very long swig of the vodka, finishing the bottle. He then laughed a little and shook his head. "Isuppose." There was no question now. Scott was drunk.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 25, 2007 19:08:12 GMT -5
::Pietro looked down at his own bottle, still half-full, before Scott began to laugh. There went the other man's sobriety. Pietro contemplated making the suggestion about blowing something up again; he sincerely believed it would do Scott good. It had made him feel better weeks ago. It had to be better than whatever love advice he could offer the other man.:: "Do you want more?"
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 25, 2007 19:18:33 GMT -5
Scott shook his head. "Ishould stop." He responded. He had blown through his limits.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 25, 2007 19:22:14 GMT -5
::Pietro shrugged slightly; Scott knew his limits better than he did. Setting aside the half-finished bottle, he watched the other man carefully.:: "Now what, Scott?"
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 25, 2007 19:24:43 GMT -5
"Idontknow." He slurred. "BeatGambitup?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 25, 2007 19:35:41 GMT -5
"Do you want to?" ::Pietro asked. He had found Gambit helpful, although very secretive, and he was friends with Ororo. That said, he understood Scott's plight, and he found courting a taken woman to be aggregious, particularly when she was the girlfriend of one of his own, when she was one of his own in her own right.::
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 25, 2007 19:55:29 GMT -5
Scott shook his head. "No." He responded, clearly. "No. He is just a symptom." Scott sighed, and stretched out in the grass. "Ithought Jean was the most beautiful personI eversaw when I first mether. I stilldo." He slurred.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 25, 2007 20:05:09 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded in agreement. Jean had always been beautiful, even when they were teenagers. And Scott had been, and still was, hopelessly in love with her. Now, more than then, Pietro sympathized with the other man, knowing from where that sentiment came.:: "You'll get her back."
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 25, 2007 20:15:36 GMT -5
"Youresounding very optomisticabout it." Scott mumbled. He sat up long enough to throw the bottle up in the air, and then fired a beam at it. Despite being fairly drunk, he didn't miss. "More optomistic then I feel." The small pieces of glass rained down over the lake.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 25, 2007 20:25:05 GMT -5
::Optimistic or encouraging; Pietro didn't know which it was. Perhaps he simply wanted to believe that a relationship that deserved to work out would, or that somebody he cared about would be happier than he himself was. As Scott's eye beam shattered the bottle, Pietro felt a sense of satisfaction. He knew that destroying something would help the other man. It was the feeling of letting loose that did it.:: "Maybe so. Don't lose so much optimism that you don't try to get her back."
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 26, 2007 3:02:55 GMT -5
"It's so Hard Pietro. I just want to give up. Sink into myself." Scott responded. It took him a few moments to get the words out, but they weren't slurred. "It's like your obsession with your father...except I just want Jean...I don't want to hurt her." Scott curls up into a ball, and starts to sob a little bit...the first obvious emotion short of numb and anger since the break up.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 29, 2007 11:12:45 GMT -5
::The first quip Pietro had on his tongue was a denial that he was obsessed with his father. He didn't have a father; he had an estranged, terrorist madman who seduced children and murdered innocents. Magneto had left years ago, and he and Wanda went in the opposite direction, to Europe. They hadn't seen or spoken with him until his self-declared war at Alcratraz. He took no responsibility for Magnet's actios, but had played a part in stopping him.
That quip died as soon as it formed. Scott was here, sobbing in deeper pain than Pietro had seen in another save Wanda in years. The loved by a man for a woman a dangerous, painful burden to bear. He had begun to learn this first-hand. It was worse for Scott, having had Jean for so many years only to lose her now.
Pietro wasn't as good with comforting others as Uncle. He had too much of his father's influence in him to have those impulses at the tip of his fingers. But he wouldn't leave Wanda sobbing alone on the grass, nor would he for Scott or any other member of his family. He closed the small distance between them and put a hand on the other man's back to comfort him.:: "We'll get her back."
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Post by Scott Summers on Jul 29, 2007 12:28:56 GMT -5
Scott nods, the tears still coming. Finally, after a minute, he wipes his cheeks. "I think...I think I'm going to turn in. Thanks Pietro." Scott attempted to stand, and takes a minute to stop being wobbly. Slowly, he heads back for his room.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 29, 2007 22:45:30 GMT -5
::Pietro picked up the bottle of vodka and ran ahead of Scott towards the mansion, in case the other man collapsed and needed to be carried. He knew that little had been solved here, but that just meant they'd plot sober.::
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