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Post by firestorm on Jul 6, 2007 23:21:29 GMT -5
Phoebe figured it was best if she kept her mind clear and sober, and so only ordered a Coke. "Pietro's right, Ty," Phoebe said. "Look at Ethan and I. I don't cheat on him, no matter how timid or shy he is."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 6, 2007 23:22:21 GMT -5
She just shrugged at Phoebe's statement. "He's differ'nt." Giving a slight, half cocked smile over the edge of the third double the waitress had just brought by, she nodded at Pietro. "I would have been happier with you first, you know." The glass tipped a little in her hand and she just barely caught it. "Whoops..."
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Post by firestorm on Jul 6, 2007 23:23:36 GMT -5
Phoebe's brows shot up, but she kept silent.
This could become interesting, she thought.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 6, 2007 23:34:56 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded, agreeing with the spit-fire. Shyness was no excuse for infidelity, and it was a pity that Typhoid could blame herself. That she did not see her own value, her own beauty, was nothing short of criminal.
Her next words took him by surprise. His hand tightened around the glass, causing it to break. Glass fell to the table, as vodka flew into the air, splattering against his clothing. He paid it no attention, focused entirely on the echo in his ears and the ache in the pit of his stomach.::
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Post by firestorm on Jul 6, 2007 23:37:43 GMT -5
Phoebe flinched as broken glass fell. She got up silently and went to get a broom and some napkins to clean up. ((That way, I don't have to be around so much. Good night, guys.  ) |
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 6, 2007 23:39:59 GMT -5
"Didn't know yer powers did that..." Ty said from the other side of the table, oblivious to Pietro's reaction.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 6, 2007 23:45:12 GMT -5
"I lost my grip," ::Pietro explained, using a napkin to mop up the spilt vodka.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 7, 2007 22:52:09 GMT -5
Ty just nodded and finished off her third double of the night. The room spun when she looked up from her glass. "Whoa..."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 8, 2007 11:45:33 GMT -5
::Pietro ordered two glasses of water from the waitress as she passed by, as he put the glass he'd gathered on her empty tray. Turning his attention to Typhoid, he spoke seriously, ignoring all other feelings he had at the moment. He had been right to escort her; she didn't have his sister's tolerance.:: "Let me teach you a trick. No more liquor until you drink a glass of water."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 9, 2007 11:52:40 GMT -5
"Water's no fun..." she said, pouting a little. "I haven't forgotten everything yet."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 9, 2007 20:40:14 GMT -5
"Drink it, then you can have more vodka," ::Pietro said, holding the water glass out to her. He didn't want her to pass out here, with the seedy men who might take advantage of her. The very thought turned his stomach.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 9, 2007 20:44:47 GMT -5
"Why you so worried?" she asked, but took the water glass, spilling a little on the table but miraculously none on either of them. "Nobody can hurt me anyways...can't touch me, 'member?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 9, 2007 20:49:19 GMT -5
"I'd forgotten," ::Pietro admitted. He had focused on her as an ideal, and her relationship with that young man he rescued, that her contact probem had entirely slipped his mind. He did not touch her out of respect, not fear. Yet that knowledge did little to curb the protective swell that rose in him at the thought of anyone hurting her.:: "Drink it anyway."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 9, 2007 20:53:52 GMT -5
She saluted. "Yessir." She hadn't realized she wanted water so bad until she took a drink, then ended up finishing it off in a few swallows. Setting the glass back on the table with exaggerated care, she looked back up and around the room. The walls still spun, and she was starting to get very tired. "The room's spinning."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 9, 2007 20:58:31 GMT -5
::She certainly did not have Wanda's tolerance; if the room span for her so quickly. All the more reason for him to stand on guard for her. Glancing around the room, Pietro found a booth. They could move there, to let her lie down.:: "There's a booth in the other corner."
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