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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 29, 2009 22:28:17 GMT -5
"I don't mean swapping, but sometimes it's nice to have an audience," ::Derek said, perking up at Ty's question. He knew she had been interested in branching out; that was half their conversation tonight.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 29, 2009 22:30:32 GMT -5
She turned from Pietro to Derek. "YOU. HUSH," she said, exaggeratedly.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 29, 2009 22:33:49 GMT -5
::Derek raised his hands in surrender.:: "All right, all right. Pietro, it was nice to meet you. Ty, call me."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 29, 2009 22:40:05 GMT -5
::Pietro's lips thinned, turning into a frown and his back stiffened, a sign that he was offended. He knew what swinging was, and he would never. As he was not a friendly individual, nor did he have a reputation to maintain, nor did he care about making a good impression with this man, he said curtly,:: "Goodnight, Derek."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 29, 2009 22:41:08 GMT -5
Ty swallowed, nodded at Derek with a little wave and a forlorn expression.
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Post by Everyone Else on Dec 29, 2009 22:42:23 GMT -5
::Derek returned the wave and smiled.:: "Goodnight, you two."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 29, 2009 22:47:31 GMT -5
::Pietro led her from the table to the exit. He removed his jacket and put it around her shoulders, as he knew she was constantly cold now.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 29, 2009 22:56:37 GMT -5
She stumbled as she walked, righted herself, then stumbled again. "Can't see well..." she mumbled.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 29, 2009 22:59:55 GMT -5
"We will be at the car soon," ::Pietro told her, his hand tight on her.:: "I have you."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 30, 2009 21:31:22 GMT -5
She walked with him, but it was still more of a stumble. "Did this before..." she said fuzzily. "With you. You ran when I couldn't touch."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 31, 2009 22:51:20 GMT -5
::Pietro tightened his arm around her; he would not let her fall. He remembered that, of course; it was when her boyfriend had betrayed her and left her. The difference was that he had been sure she would not choke to death while he carried her; now he did not have that security and would not risk her.:: "I knew how much you had drank."
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 31, 2009 22:58:52 GMT -5
"Gonna hate this tomorrow," she remarked, which was one of her more lucid thoughts at this point.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 31, 2009 23:01:34 GMT -5
"Yes," ::There was no reason for Pietro to deny that, because she would. He already regretted her drinking, because she should be home now rather than ill. They reached the car, and he helped ease her to lean against it while he opened the doors.::
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Post by Typhoid on Dec 31, 2009 23:05:09 GMT -5
She leaned against the car shivering in his coat, because whatever rush the alcohol had given her had long since worn off.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Dec 31, 2009 23:06:23 GMT -5
::As soon as the door was open, Pietro held it with one hand, while ushering her into the seat with his other.:: "I will get the heat on in a second."
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