[A dimly lit room. There are two persons slowly swaying to soft music. A man with dark hair and an even darker, impeccable tux and a young woman, her bright red hair falling over her back which the black dress she's wearing leaves naked.

She leans in, her arms around his neck and their cheeks brushing.]I'm not talking of a hurried night ( Read more... )

What the hell. I'm not that cheerful. If the weather above our heads is supposed to represent our mood, I think someone made a technical error.

Tony? 'm sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to slap you.

You know... Despite the curses and being away from my team, I haven't been this happy in a long time. The City isn't all bad.

[ ooc; Refers to this. Strikes are perfectly hackable ♥ ]