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May we all have our hopes, our will to try

Dec 31, 2010 15:57

WHO: Bobbi, invited guests, uninvited guests, party crashers, etc.
WHERE: The Avengers Mansion
WHEN: December 31st, ten pm and beyond
WARNINGS: I suspect there will be drunkenness and confrontations. I'll edit as needed.
SUMMARY: Avengers New Year's Party/shenanigans
FORMAT: Whatever you like. This will be broken down into hour intervals starting ( Read more... )

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MIDNIGHT! mockingbirdie January 1 2011, 01:01:48 UTC

At 11:55pm, someone cheerfully announces that it's almost midnight! Now's the time to bust out the champagne, steal a kiss, and drunkenly sing!

microwavemutant January 1 2011, 06:40:00 UTC

It's getting close to midnight and Angelica is sitting on a sofa all by herself, watching everyone flutter around in anticipation for the new year. She sips her punch, careful not to spill any of the magenta liquid on her pale yellow dress, the one Pietro likes so much and always asks her to wear.

Speaking of which, where the heck is that man?

oncemercurial January 1 2011, 09:32:14 UTC

Sneaking up behind her with both hands covering her eyes, of course.

"Guess who?" Pietro asks playfully, not really waiting for her to guess before placing a kiss on the back of her head. "It's nearly midnight, my love."

microwavemutant January 1 2011, 09:36:32 UTC

Angelica may or may not have just jumped a foot and a half into the air, yelping sharply before she calms down enough to relax once again.

"Jeez! You scared me!" She exhales, heart still racing as she flops against him. "That's not fair. Not fair at all."

oncemercurial January 1 2011, 09:46:45 UTC

He thinks of commenting that she wouldn't normally have been startled and it's only the alcohol that caused her to think that, but it isn't worth it. There's not really enough time between now and midnight, and having the advantage over her again was kind of fun.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to find you before the new year officially set in. Have you been enjoying the party?"

microwavemutant January 1 2011, 09:56:52 UTC

"It's alright," she says softly, smoothing her dress in a mostly coordinated movement. She isn't drunk, even if Pietro thinks otherwise. She's just... slightly tipsy, that's all.

"Sit with me." Angie pouted at him, tugging him even closer than he already was, which didn't seem possible at first, but she is somehow managing to find a way. "I've been looking for you all night, where have you been? It's been so boring without you."

Again, she isn't drunk. Well, not that drunk.

oncemercurial January 1 2011, 10:03:53 UTC

"Easy." He says, when she pulls him closer. She might not be drunk, but she's certainly not entirely sober. "I thought we were supposed to mingle. I was enjoying the party and being social."

Enjoying is probably a stretch, but it wasn't terrible. At least, not nearly as terrible as it could have been. "But I'm here now."

microwavemutant January 1 2011, 10:11:58 UTC

Presently, she's climbing into Pietro's lap, having decided that that would be the best place for her to make camp. He doesn't have much choice in the matter either, it would seem. "I was mingling too. I was having so much fun. And then everyone went to talk to other people so I sat down. And now you're here, and it's all better. I'm having fun again!"

She sealed that last bit with a playful kiss to the tip of his nose.

oncemercurial January 1 2011, 10:15:49 UTC

And she'd definitely been drinking somewhere in all that talking, he notes, catching a hint of her breath when she kisses him. "Now why would they go any talk to anyone other than you?"

microwavemutant January 1 2011, 10:21:55 UTC

"I have no idea," Angelica shrugs, looking positively confused. "I thought I was good company. I thought people liked spending time with me. I guess I was wrong. Maybe they think I'm contagious. Oh god, baby. Baby, baby, baby! What if they think I'll give them cancer?"

oncemercurial January 1 2011, 10:36:46 UTC

Pietro fixes her with a look. If Angelica were sober, he would be troubled by the question. But as it is, Pietro honestly doubts she has all that clear of an idea of what she's saying. "I'm sure that isn't it, darling. After all, if you were contagious, wouldn't I have cancer?"

microwavemutant January 1 2011, 10:51:23 UTC

A look of concern flashes in Angie's eyes, and for a moment it looks like she might cry. But it quickly passes once her head catches up to her, and she settles for returning her head to his shoulder, sighing softly.

"You're going to be just fine. I'll make sure of it. That's my New Year's Resolution. I'm going to look out for you and protect you for as long as I live."

oncemercurial January 1 2011, 11:11:58 UTC

"That's a good one." He sighs, rubbing her back gently, quite happy that she didn't suddenly burst into tears. He hasn't actually considered a New Years resolution yet, but paraphrasing Angelica's certainly doesn't seem like a bad idea. He's confident he'll be able to keep it at least. After a moment's consideration, he reaches forward to brush a stray bit of hair behind her ear. "My resolution is to make you happy. To do everything in my power to make sure you're the happiest woman on the planet."

microwavemutant January 1 2011, 11:19:17 UTC

"I'm so in love with you right now," she giggles, literally swooning in his lap. He always said the most ridiculous, sappy, horribly romantic things. In her drunken state, Angie can't help but wonder how he always knows just what to say to make her giddy and wiggly with joy. "I love you, sexy. Just so you know. In case there was any doubt in your mind at all."

oncemercurial January 1 2011, 11:24:48 UTC

There wasn't. Or at least, he hadn't the slightest bit of doubt right now, as she wriggled closer into his lap. "I love you, too, Angelica. I'm so happy to be here with you right now."

He leans up to kiss her, tasting the bitter tang of alcohol the second their lips meet. How much had she had to drink?

microwavemutant January 1 2011, 11:34:23 UTC

She kisses him back, initially, then jerks away and gives him a scolding look. "You can't kiss me yet. It's not quite midnight. I want you to kiss me right at midnight and not a second before!"

Once she sobers up, she may remember how frivolous and demanding she was. But right now, it all seems completely acceptable to make teasing faces at him and playfully nuzzle his cheek until midnight.

"You're going to be the only boy I kiss next year and the year after that and the year after that. I'll never ever kiss anyone else but you."

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