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Post by Typhoid on Jul 10, 2007 11:16:51 GMT -5
She shook her head, stopping the motion when the room spun again."Can't make it there. I'll hit someone on the way." Getting drunk had always been a bad idea for her; alcohol affected her fast, and gave her a hangover from hell. She'd avoided it in large quantities, until now, mostly for the sake of not wanting to touch someone by accident in the midst of a drunken stumble.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 14, 2007 13:30:16 GMT -5
::She had Pietro's respect for not wanting to cause unwarranted ripples. Yet it did little to help her with her low tolerance. Again the idea to carry her entered his mind, but he pushed it away with his other racing thoughts.:: "Lie down across to chairs, then. You can use my coat for a pillow."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 14, 2007 19:20:02 GMT -5
"Should just go home," she said, shutting her eyes so the floor didn't tilt.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 15, 2007 18:56:20 GMT -5
"Are you sure?" ::Pietro asked, eyeing the door. If she wanted to go home, he would take her home. But ony if that was what she truly wanted. This evening was to help her forget her pain.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 15, 2007 18:57:17 GMT -5
"If I don' go now I won't make it," she said, laughing a little at generally nothing.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 15, 2007 19:17:40 GMT -5
::Pietro knew from experience with Wanda that if she was that slurred, she wouldn't be able to walk. The ride back to the mansion, by cab or train, was too long; she would pass out. He glanced at the door again, then at her.:: "Can you trust me?"
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 15, 2007 19:22:55 GMT -5
"Yes," she said, not hesitating even drunk.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 15, 2007 19:26:22 GMT -5
::Pietro glanced around the bar; the spit-fire was still absent, searching for napkins or a broom. He would return before she noticed he was gone. He held open his arms to Typhoid.:: "I'm going to carry you."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 15, 2007 19:33:42 GMT -5
She got up with the exaggerated slowness of one trying to keep on her feet, going towards him but not sure what to do once she reached him. "Be careful..." she said absently.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 15, 2007 19:39:18 GMT -5
"I will," ::Pietro assured her. He had seen her abilities on the battlefield and had no desire to end his life right now, leaving her stranded in the middle of a bar, completely drunk. He stepped closer to her and positioned his hands behind her. One between her shoulder blades and the other on the back of her thighs. Lifting her into his arms, he slid the other arm down to rest beneath her knees.:: "This might make you dizzy."
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Post by Typhoid on Jul 15, 2007 19:42:17 GMT -5
"'Sok." Ty shut her eyes and just rested, curling her head onto Pietro's shoulder.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 15, 2007 19:53:25 GMT -5
::Pietro made sure that she was secure in his arms, cherishing the closeness for the brief time they had. He walked to the door, adjusting to the weight he held. Once they were outside and clear, he took off like a flash, running down the streets towards the mansion.::
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