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Post by Typhoid on Dec 29, 2009 21:26:33 GMT -5
"Careful, he WILL beat you up for that," she said, waving a finger at him.
The hour passed with much the same playful banter, and Typhoid downing another glass of beer, although by the time that happened, she was about as drunk as she could get.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 29, 2009 21:33:10 GMT -5
::Both traffic and parking had been nightmarish, although Pietro had not expected anything else. He entered the bar after locating it on the bloack; unfortunately he had needed to park several blocks away. He spotted her near the doorway smiling at a man he had never seen before, who had to be...Derek. He approached the table, assessing her; she was more inebriated than he had first expected.:: "I am here."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 29, 2009 21:37:03 GMT -5
She turned at the sound of his voice, looking up with obviously glazed eyes. "Hello, love."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 29, 2009 21:40:06 GMT -5
"Hello," ::Pietro said flatly. He glanced at her, sized up her friend, assessed how drunk they both were, and suppressed a sigh.:: "Does Derek need a ride home?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 29, 2009 21:42:33 GMT -5
"He's walkin'," she said, pointing her thumb at him.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 29, 2009 21:48:42 GMT -5
::Derek offered his hand to the tall, standing, white-haired man. Yes, he was certainly a mutant. Smiling, he said,:: "It's nice to meet Ty's ill-ill-ustrious boyfriend."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 29, 2009 21:50:24 GMT -5
"Oh, my God." Ty buried her face in her hands. This wasn't going to be good.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 29, 2009 21:54:07 GMT -5
::Pietro's expression could rarely be described as pleasant, certainly not when having to pick up his intoxicated girlfriend at a strange bar with a man he had never met before. He did not shake the man's hand.:: "What do you mean 'illustrious?'"
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 29, 2009 21:57:45 GMT -5
::Derek's smile might have disappeared immediately sensing the other man's complete absence of humor. However, he was no longer sober, and the world was far too amusing to him.:: "Ty's told me all about you. You're the man of the hour."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 29, 2009 22:08:15 GMT -5
::Pietro turned to look at Rossignol for a long moment, attempting to see if this man could possibly mean what Pietro thought he meant. She could not have, she would not have. He could barely discuss this with his psychiatrist, and yes, he realized that he was not the standard of conversation or modesty, but she had never *mentioned* this man's name before. She could not.:: "I am sure you are exaggerating. Ty, are you ready?"
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 29, 2009 22:12:04 GMT -5
"Yup, ready," she said, hurrying up out of her seat, because she was not quite drunk enough to not realize she needed to shut Derek up. "You." She pointed a finger at Derek. "Hush."
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 29, 2009 22:13:19 GMT -5
"I'm playing nice," ::Derek protested when she pointed at him. He told Pietro,:: "I have a couple of people you might like to meet. Couples weekends, you know?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 29, 2009 22:23:08 GMT -5
"We don't double," ::Pietro informed him, as he offered his hand to Rossignol. Not primarily for affection, but to help keep her steady on her feet.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 29, 2009 22:24:11 GMT -5
She took his hand, which was a good thing because she swayed as she stood. "We don't?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 29, 2009 22:27:50 GMT -5
"Ty," ::Pietro said, a hint of warning in his tone. He did not want to get into their relationship details with a stranger.::
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