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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 28, 2009 22:49:01 GMT -5
::That meant it would be a while before Pietro could reach her, as he would have to drive down there, and with traffic...he was not thrilled.:: "Give me an hour. Stay with the bartender."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 28, 2009 22:59:03 GMT -5
"'Kay. But I'm with someone already," she objected in almost a pouting tone.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 28, 2009 23:12:32 GMT -5
"You are with someone," ::Pietro repeated, as he grabbed the keys to the Acura and ran out to the garage.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 28, 2009 23:17:27 GMT -5
"Yup," she said, taking a drink of what fortunately was water this time. "Derek."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 28, 2009 23:21:58 GMT -5
::Pietro tried not to be an overly controlling person, because he would strangle anyone who treated his sister that way. At the same time, he was hardly thrilled to hear that she was drunk with a stranger when he was an hour's drive away, particularly when she was physically and emotionally vulnerable.:: "Who is Derek?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 28, 2009 23:23:44 GMT -5
"From the play," she replied, breezily. "He was the guy who grabbed my butt."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 28, 2009 23:25:20 GMT -5
::That was not exactly what Pietro wanted to hear, but at the same time, he was not a stranger to her. That was...something. It would be an exceedingly long hour.:: "Stay with him and with the bartender. Do not leave any cups unattended."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 28, 2009 23:48:02 GMT -5
"Okay," she said, because saying more then that would have required actual thinking effort. "I'll stay."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 28, 2009 23:49:35 GMT -5
"I will see you in an hour," ::Pietro said, while he opened the door to the Acura. He would attempt to arrive quicker, but he could make no promises on traffic.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 28, 2009 23:50:40 GMT -5
"Uh-huh. An hour," she said by way of agreeing, and hung up the phone. "Think he's mad at me," she said to Derek, as if it were funny, although she'd regret that come tomorrow.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 28, 2009 23:51:56 GMT -5
"Maybe," ::Derek didn't know Pietro, and he could not say either way sober. Drunk, he was even less articulate.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 29, 2009 21:13:59 GMT -5
"Definitely." She said, wincing, which was comical when she was drunk.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 29, 2009 21:18:33 GMT -5
::That was problematic, or would be if Derek were sober enough to think this through.:: "Just be happy you aren't my sub then."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 29, 2009 21:20:17 GMT -5
"Oooo, punishment," she said. "That's not really a threat, you know." She grinned.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 29, 2009 21:24:21 GMT -5
"You say that now," ::Derek said, his voice both playful and challenging.::
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