Getting Drunk on Purpose

[Typhoid]

((For Pietro, Ty, and Phoebe only, please. And Gambit, should he decide to join))

Ty and Phoebe had opted to call a cab to take them all to Hellfire; Ty was nervous enough as it was walking the last block or so, so nervous that she actually held onto Pietro's arm walking down the street. She didn't like crowds.

[firestorm]

Phoebe kept shooting furtive glances at Ty, her brows scrunched in concern. She knew Ty's aversion to crowds, and it made her worry. Hopefully they could get a table or booth away from the crowd. She glanced at Pietro.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro glanced down at his arm, which Typhoid held in a death grip. As the club had been her suggestion, it meant that the streets themselves made her uncomfortable. There was no way that he would allow harm to befall her, as long as he could fight for her. Not that he could admit that to her.

He turned to Phoebe, sizing her with his thoughts. If he were to take Typhoid in his arms and carry her, and Phoebe were to ride on his back, they could be at the club in less than one second. It was nothing more than foolishness, which is why he wouldn't make the suggestion.::

[Typhoid]

Once they made it inside the club, Ty visibly relaxed. The streets were dangerous; too many humans, too many people that were entirely to used to brushing up against one another on a daily basis. Whether it was the nature of mutants to be standoffish, or just a consequence of not knowing what power others had, the mutants in Hellfire always seemed to keep distance from one another unless contact was invited. That made Ty comfortable enough, though any crowds still made her nervous, but not enough so that she kept up her grip on Pietro's arm. Ty uncurled her fingers from around his arm, turning slightly pink. "Sorry."

[Pietro Maximoff]

"No harm done," ::Pietro replied, keeping his regret at the loss of contact to himself. This was not the time; he was here to escort her, nothing more.::

[Typhoid]

Ty nodded at a table in the corner, away from most people. "Over there ok?" She almost missed hanging onto his arm, and the thought made her tear up. She could have held onto Tim without fear.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro nodded slightly, walking towards the table.:: "Wherever you'd like."

[Typhoid]

Ty steered her way through with Pietro and Phoebe tagging along behind, stopping at the bar quickly to order vodka straight before heading towards the table and taking a seat.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro ordered a double; the alcohol would have no effec, but one should never drink alone. Following her to the lone table, he sat across from her, folding his arms across his chest.::

[Typhoid]

"You look like you're angrier then I am," Ty remarked, brushing away absent tears and downing the vodka. She ordered more from a passing waitress without stopping to think about it.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"It's on your behalf," ::Pietro replied, not touching his vodka yet. He was angry for her, that she had been hurt in such a way. Beyond that, this was simply how he looked, a frown always ready on his lips.::

[Typhoid]

"Most people would say..." her words slurred just slightly, she was not generally a heavy drinker, "...that I was an idiot for even trying anything with him." She raised her glass to her own sentiment. "I agree with them."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro relaxed his arms, letting them fall to the table. One hand wrapped around the glass, thumb circling the rim. He kept his eyes on her, his voice as comforting as it could be.:: "Putting blame on yourself doesn't excuse what happened."

[Typhoid]

She shook her head, purposefully drinking down two thirds of her second double. This was about drowning her sorrow, not enjoying the drink. "Prob'ly not, but I'm too timid for him to be faithful."

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro shook his head once, disagreeing with the sentiment, both on her behalf and in principle.:: "Faithfulness isn't a reward for confidence."