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Not really much to say. I have this awful nagging feeling in the back of my mind... it hasn't gone away since I talked to Sabella. Everytime I look at Nevaeh, I can't help but imagine what aome anti-mutant would do if they found out about her... I'm not going to tell her I'm nervous... I'm just trying to tell myself it will never happen to her.
Autumn Lights Apts #640 - Mark's Room(#2603RCA)
The apartment you find yourself is actually very nice, if small. It's a form of a loft, though it has a sperate bedroom and bathroom down a narrow hallway to your right. To your left is a corner dedicated for a kitchen, walled off by kitchen counters and a stove. The place is nicely furnished with matching couches, chairs, and even a large TV/Entertainment cabinet to hid the electronics when not in use. The floor is hardwood, covered by some interesting oriental rugs. The walls are a sort of earthy grayish brown, with black trim head and bottom boards. There is a small dining table and matching chairs in the corner opposite the kitchen, just big enough to squeeze four people down. On the walls there are salvaged posters, each depicting a Broadway play. One might even guess these were stolen off the streets of Time Square. Each is carefully placed: Wicked, Phantom of the Opera, Avenue Q, La Boheme, and the most prized one of all... Rent. There is an old guitar leaning up against the couch.
[Exits : [O]ut ]
[Things : DDR Machine ]
It's once again raining in the City, though this time it's a warm rain, and -this- time, Nevaeh remembered an umbrella. And her rain boots. The girl clomps from the elevator to Mark's front door, closing her umbrellas and shaking it out away from his door. Once she's straightened herself out and taken off the rain boots the girl knocks, waiting for Mark to answer the door with something now hiding behind her back.
Mark is curled up on the couch, a book laid out before him. Roger is with him, the small bluck of the little dog curled neatly up against Mark's stomach. The boy has some music on, soft and in the background. By the sounds of it, it's irish folk music. Today Mark is wearing a loose fitting paisley shirt that looks like it's straight from the sixties. His pants a a deep blue and somewhat worn, and his feet bare. The boy glances up as the knock sounds, his blue eyes turning to it. After a moment he dogears his page and closes his book, scooting Roger off the couch. Mark gets up and wanders over to the door, opening it slowly. "Yes?" He asks, then see's who it is. "Nevaeh!" Mark says happily, scooting to the side to allow her entrance.
Nevaeh looks decidedly cute today, the light blue baby doll dress fit snug around her chest before falling in soft meshy fabrics to just abover her knees. The cute, baby doll look is a bit tarnished by the multicolored, striped socks that are pulled up just over her knees, leaving her otherwise barefoot, now that the boots are off. Her hair is half up, held from her face by a bit of lace that's obviously been wrapped around like a headband. Her hair is soft brown with streaks of blue to match the dress. "Hi Marky!" she giggles and leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek before breezing past him and into the room. Once inside she stops, turns and holds out a neatly wrapped present. "Here!"
Mark tilts his head to the side, watching her enter as she greets him. "Marky?" He wonders aloud, giving her an odd smile. The boy shuts the door behind him, taking the opportunity to glance her back side up and down. Mark nods in approval to himself. "You look nice. Would you like something to-" He stops and blinks as a present is offered. "Is zat for me?" The actor wonders, though it really is an obvious question. Mark takes it into his hands and stares at it. "What is it?"
Nevaeh giggles at his responce to her attempt at a nickname. "Well you get to call me Nev, I wanted a cute nickname for you." she explains and links her arms in front of her once the present is taken. "Somehow I think calling you pookie might be a little worrisome." She winks. "And you have to open it silly, it's the only way you're going to find out." Standing on her tip toes, the girl leans forward, watching to see if he opens the gift. And once he pulls away the wrapping he'll note that it's a scarf. "I made it myself." she beams, shuffling one foot with a blush. "It's not very good. But it's the thought that counts." It certainly doesn't look like a pro made it, but it's not half bad. Or course Mark would recognize it immediatly as it's an exact duplicate of 'Mark's' scarf.
Mark quirks a brow and smiles slightly. "Ah well, yes... 'tis very cute." He says with a laugh and glances down at the well-wrapped thing. "You better not start calling me pookie... zen I would have to make good and sure you were never allowed around girls!" He says with a nod and a glance up. "I worry enough about you and ze boys." Mark wiggles his fingers and starts to undo the wrapping. He does not tear, instead opting to carefully take the paper off by the folds. As it's unwrapped the boy gasps and holds it out, letting it unfold into his hands. "Nev!" He calls out, his face cheerful as ever. The boy wastes no time in wrapping the thing around his neck. "Do I look like him? Do I?" He asks, practically jumping with excitement.
"Don't mock the nickname!" Nevaeh giggles, pretty sure he was just teasing her. Although she did think it was pretty cute herself. "And you should know by now that you're the only one for me." She assures and bites down on her bottom lip as he opens the gift, hoping that he likes it and that the gift wasn't a total flop. Her own excitement bursts when he quickly puts it on, seeming to enjoy it. "Just like him!" she squeals, clapping her hands together happily.
Mark runs a finger along it, watching the blue and white stripes with an amused smile. "I know I am, I know!" He assures her and steps forward, pulling her into his arms. "I love it!" he says with a nod. The boy's fingers play with the bottom. "I do, don't I?" Mark pushes away from her and turns slowly. He heads over to the table and pushes himself up on it. The boy hangs his legs over and makes as if he's holding a camera. "December 24th, 9pm... Eastern Standard time! From here on in I shoot without a script..." He starts , turning his 'camera' to Nevaeh.
"Good! As long as you know it! I can't having you going around thinking that someone else could ever take your place in my heart!" Nevaeh states and grins as she's pulled into his arms. "I'm glad." She whispers, obviously pleased that her gift was a successful one. She kisses his cheek before he pulls away. "You really really do!" There's amusement in her eyes as she watches him do the opening act. "I suppose this is where I find a guitar and sulk in a chair?" she asks with a giggle.
Mark feels a rush of color to his cheek as she kisses him. The boy watches her carefully as she compliments him on his looking like Mark Cohen. He shakes his head slightly and lets himself slide to the floor as the puppy walks up. "First shot Roger, tuning the fender guitar he hasn't played in a year!" He says, aiming himself right at the dog. Roger wastes no time in jumping up on Mark and begins to lick his face. "Bleg! Rog!" Mark cries out, starting to laugh. The boy stands up and brushes himself off. "That dog likes kissing me more than you do, Nev." He says, sounding very much American now.
Nevaeh looks completely sincere in her compliment, right down to the starry eyed gaze that's happily settled on him for the moment. As Roger gets in on the action Nevaeh can't help but laugh, her face broken into a wide grin which quickly fades into a mock-serious expression at that last comment. "That is so untrue!" she states and lifts her nose slightly. "I simply refuse to smother you with so much love and affection that I scare you off and lose you forever." For all of her teasing, there's a slight hint of worry in her tone. But she hides it well with another smile. "Was that a request for a kiss?"
Mark wipes any remaining doggyness from his face. He gives Roger a playful pet with his foot and looks over to Nevaeh just in time to see her getting huffy about his comment. The boy crosses his arms and raises a single brow, studying the girl carefully. "Lose me forever? Now... why would I be lost? As long as I know where you are, I can find my way home." He whispers with a serious nod. He steps closer, running a finger down one of her blue streaks of hair. "It might be, Nevy. It just might."
Nevaeh continues to keep the smile in place as she watches Mark pet Roger with his foot. There's just something so sweet and homey about it. She has the decencey to look sheepish under his gaze, cheek flushing deep red as her foot is shuffled yet again. "I read somewhere that guys don't like it when you smother them." she states in her defence, feeling her heart beat faster at his comment about finding his way home. "I love you." she whispers in responce, shiver as his fingers slide down the streak of hair. "Well.. who am I to deny such a request." she states and rests her hands on his shoulders, leaning up for a kiss.
Mark studies her sheepish expression for a minute. The boy stops playing with her hair for a minute and lets the blue strands fall back to her head. He leans back, a surprised look on his face. "You did?" He asks, giving her a small smile. "And you believe everything you read, Nevy?" Mark asks, sliding his arms down to her waist. The boy bumps his nose up against hers. "I love you too." He assures her and accepts the kiss, returning it fully.
Nevaeh nods her head at his look of surprise. "It said that if I smother you then you'd get bored and try to find someone less needy." She states with wide, innocent eyes which have turned to a soft shade of pink. "And I didn't want you to find someone else." She whispers. And the answer is yes, generally she does believe what she reads, the curse of growing up in such a small town. At his assurance, she seems to relax, eyes closing as she presses more fully into the kiss, easing her body into his.
Mark holds the kiss for a moment, deciding not to deepen it. An innocent touch is always a plus when a boy is trying to impress a girl. Mark pulls back and gives her a smile. "Oh?" He asks, breaking fully away from her and wandering into the kitchen. "It says I'll do that, does it?" He prods his question further, opening the fridge and pulling a cold bottle of champagne from it. Mark gathers two glasses from the cupboard. "Well... I would hate to go against such /fine/ literature... um, what did you read this in again?" He asks, popping off the top with a bang. Roger yelps and ducks behind Nev at the noise.
It's certainly enough to sweep this particular naive beauty off of her feet. It takes a moment for her to regain her footing once his body is no longer halfway supporting hers, and those long lashes flutter sweetly as she leans back on her heels. "Mmhmm." she states and reaches down to soothe Roger through gentle pats on the head. "Cosmo." comes the soft, almost ashamed reply.
Mark slides the two glasses down, each getting full to the brim with the bubbly stuff. He watches some of the bubbles pour over the edge of the glass, his finger swiping at it and getting stuck in his mouth. "Mm! Come have some champagne, Nev. I got it just for you." The boy says, adjusting his new scarf before leaning over the kitchen counter with both glasses in hand. "Cosmo, hmm? Lets see... is that the one next to Teen Beat... or Girls Life?" He asks, giving her a sly grin.
Nevaeh continues to soothe Roger until the puppy's tongue is once more lolling out of the side of his mouth and he lets out a happy yap. "Just for me?" she squeaks and rises, moving to accept one of the glasses. "Are we celebrating something?" she asks, curious now. Atleast until there's another blush and she sticks out her tongue defiently. "I'll have you know it's between Vogue and People."
Mark eyes the happy puppy with a laugh. He parts with one of the glasses and smiles to her. "Oh yes! Just for /you/." He assures her and goes to clink his glass right up against hers. "And no... do we need a reason?" He says with a shrug, taking a small sip of the stuff. The boy leans up against the counter and smiles. "Oh! I'm so sorry for the mistake... but the guys they speak of in those magazines... I'm not like them."
Nevaeh smiles and clinks her glass with his before taking a sip of the champagne, testing it. "It's delicious." she states with a beaming grin and then shakes her head. "We don't need one. I was just wondering if there -was- one." Nevaeh explains as she stands in the center of the room, holding her glass as she studies him thoughtfully. "No. I suppose you aren't. I think it's one of the things I love about you."
Mark watches the golden liquid swirl around in his glass, his lips hungrily sipping at it a few more times. "Why thank you... I'm still on paid holiday, isn't it nice? And without rent payments... well, I have too much spending money!" The boy mock-complains, throwning a dramatic hand across his forehead. "Not really... unless you want to make one up?" He suggests, grinning. The next comment is met with a small blush. "Why thank you. Of course... I could be like them, if you wanted. Self-absorbed and in it just for the sex."
Nevaeh watches the golden liquid as he does and giggles softly, reaching out to touch his glass, forcing the colors to swirl vibrantly in and out of each other, green then blue, then purple, constantly swirling. She laughs and pulls her hand back. "Nah. I'm fine just celebrating for no reason at all!" The girl states, arching a brow at that last comment. "no thank you. I love you just like this, in it as much for the witty conversation as you are the sex."
Mark pulls the glass back, his eyes spinning as the colors do the same. The boy has to blink several times before looking up at Nevaeh, his smile growing slightly. "Good! It's a fine reason to celebrate." The boy says in a confident sort fo voice, a smug smile on his lips. He tries not to break it, but Mark is forced to laugh at her last comment. "Oh rather. My wit is my most deadly power!" He says with a mock-sneer,
Nevaeh giggles at his reaction as takes another long pull from her drink, free hand reaching down to smooth out her dress. "I like to think so." She states with a sage nod before she laughs, trying not to choke on the drink. "I wouldn't say you're wit was the most deadly. You're kisses pack a pretty powerful punch."
Mark drains another draft of the champagne, his eyes staying on the girl. The boy smacks his lips gently and sets the glass down, his finger circling the top carefully. "I'm more in it for the girl, than anything." Mark says with a smile and turns his hand up to run through his blonde hair. "Do they? Oh my... then I should probably not be dealing them out so easily!" He says with a concerned nod.
Nevaeh watches as he smacks his lips and bites down on her bottom one, looking shy for a few seconds. She shouldn't be concentrating on his mouth so much! "Ah. Well I can tell you that 'the girl' is happy to hear that." Nevaeh states and takes a few steps closer to him, finger waggling in his direction. "Those are dirty words young man." She scolds. "And I will not have that language in your apartment!" she grins. "I like the way you deal out kisses. If you stopped, I'd be sad."
Mark smiles and straightens up, a hand proudly tugging at the neck of the scarf. "Excellent!" he replies, nodding just slightly. When she advances, however, Mark takes up a cowering stance, his free hand holding up, palm flat. "But I... but but..." He starts, the corners of his lips pulling down. "Yes Madame Nevaeh." He says in a sad tone, his head hanging. "I... I don't want you to be sad!"
Nevaeh watches the cowering stance and finishes up her flute of champgne before putting the glass down on the counter behind Mark in order to properly cross her arms over her chest. "Well, it would make me sad! In fact, I feel a little bit of sadness already weighing down my heart." She says softly, letting out a mock-sniffle. "There's only one way to fix it!"
Mark turns his eyes up to the girl as she sets the drink down. He carefully pouts his bottom lip as she crosses her arms, his eyes turning up to meet hers. "It's not... you're not sad..." He starts, his shoulders rolling back. The boy gasps to himself and nods. "Yes... but I..." He pauses and practically dives on her, planting a firm and passionate kiss right on her lips, his arms wrapping around her.
Nevaeh is about to melt at that pouty bottom lip. She's as much a sucker for him as he is for her. "I am too sad." She states and opens her mouth to defend herself further but only manages a quick "Eeeee." and a flail as she's tackles, the kiss being returned once she's gotten her footing. Arms slipping around his waist.
Mark leans further into her, letting his arms take up much of her weight, hoping to make it easier for her to balance. At long last the boy breaks and breaths heavily for a second. "Better?" He asks, grinning. Mark scratches behind his neck bashfully and looks over, grabbing his keys from the counter. "Lets go out to eat. My treat." He announces, pulling her towards the door.
Nevaeh curls her body along the length of him, letting him balance her as the mix of alcohol and his kisses finally start to swirl around in her head. "Much." she murmurs happily and gazes at him with half lidded eyes. "Ice cream? I'd love it!" she states and happily is led out the door and into the rainy night. Nothing could possibly be better.
Autumn Lights Apts #640 - Mark's Room(#2603RCA)
The apartment you find yourself is actually very nice, if small. It's a form of a loft, though it has a sperate bedroom and bathroom down a narrow hallway to your right. To your left is a corner dedicated for a kitchen, walled off by kitchen counters and a stove. The place is nicely furnished with matching couches, chairs, and even a large TV/Entertainment cabinet to hid the electronics when not in use. The floor is hardwood, covered by some interesting oriental rugs. The walls are a sort of earthy grayish brown, with black trim head and bottom boards. There is a small dining table and matching chairs in the corner opposite the kitchen, just big enough to squeeze four people down. On the walls there are salvaged posters, each depicting a Broadway play. One might even guess these were stolen off the streets of Time Square. Each is carefully placed: Wicked, Phantom of the Opera, Avenue Q, La Boheme, and the most prized one of all... Rent. There is an old guitar leaning up against the couch.
[Exits : [O]ut ]
[Things : DDR Machine ]
It's once again raining in the City, though this time it's a warm rain, and -this- time, Nevaeh remembered an umbrella. And her rain boots. The girl clomps from the elevator to Mark's front door, closing her umbrellas and shaking it out away from his door. Once she's straightened herself out and taken off the rain boots the girl knocks, waiting for Mark to answer the door with something now hiding behind her back.
Mark is curled up on the couch, a book laid out before him. Roger is with him, the small bluck of the little dog curled neatly up against Mark's stomach. The boy has some music on, soft and in the background. By the sounds of it, it's irish folk music. Today Mark is wearing a loose fitting paisley shirt that looks like it's straight from the sixties. His pants a a deep blue and somewhat worn, and his feet bare. The boy glances up as the knock sounds, his blue eyes turning to it. After a moment he dogears his page and closes his book, scooting Roger off the couch. Mark gets up and wanders over to the door, opening it slowly. "Yes?" He asks, then see's who it is. "Nevaeh!" Mark says happily, scooting to the side to allow her entrance.
Nevaeh looks decidedly cute today, the light blue baby doll dress fit snug around her chest before falling in soft meshy fabrics to just abover her knees. The cute, baby doll look is a bit tarnished by the multicolored, striped socks that are pulled up just over her knees, leaving her otherwise barefoot, now that the boots are off. Her hair is half up, held from her face by a bit of lace that's obviously been wrapped around like a headband. Her hair is soft brown with streaks of blue to match the dress. "Hi Marky!" she giggles and leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek before breezing past him and into the room. Once inside she stops, turns and holds out a neatly wrapped present. "Here!"
Mark tilts his head to the side, watching her enter as she greets him. "Marky?" He wonders aloud, giving her an odd smile. The boy shuts the door behind him, taking the opportunity to glance her back side up and down. Mark nods in approval to himself. "You look nice. Would you like something to-" He stops and blinks as a present is offered. "Is zat for me?" The actor wonders, though it really is an obvious question. Mark takes it into his hands and stares at it. "What is it?"
Nevaeh giggles at his responce to her attempt at a nickname. "Well you get to call me Nev, I wanted a cute nickname for you." she explains and links her arms in front of her once the present is taken. "Somehow I think calling you pookie might be a little worrisome." She winks. "And you have to open it silly, it's the only way you're going to find out." Standing on her tip toes, the girl leans forward, watching to see if he opens the gift. And once he pulls away the wrapping he'll note that it's a scarf. "I made it myself." she beams, shuffling one foot with a blush. "It's not very good. But it's the thought that counts." It certainly doesn't look like a pro made it, but it's not half bad. Or course Mark would recognize it immediatly as it's an exact duplicate of 'Mark's' scarf.
Mark quirks a brow and smiles slightly. "Ah well, yes... 'tis very cute." He says with a laugh and glances down at the well-wrapped thing. "You better not start calling me pookie... zen I would have to make good and sure you were never allowed around girls!" He says with a nod and a glance up. "I worry enough about you and ze boys." Mark wiggles his fingers and starts to undo the wrapping. He does not tear, instead opting to carefully take the paper off by the folds. As it's unwrapped the boy gasps and holds it out, letting it unfold into his hands. "Nev!" He calls out, his face cheerful as ever. The boy wastes no time in wrapping the thing around his neck. "Do I look like him? Do I?" He asks, practically jumping with excitement.
"Don't mock the nickname!" Nevaeh giggles, pretty sure he was just teasing her. Although she did think it was pretty cute herself. "And you should know by now that you're the only one for me." She assures and bites down on her bottom lip as he opens the gift, hoping that he likes it and that the gift wasn't a total flop. Her own excitement bursts when he quickly puts it on, seeming to enjoy it. "Just like him!" she squeals, clapping her hands together happily.
Mark runs a finger along it, watching the blue and white stripes with an amused smile. "I know I am, I know!" He assures her and steps forward, pulling her into his arms. "I love it!" he says with a nod. The boy's fingers play with the bottom. "I do, don't I?" Mark pushes away from her and turns slowly. He heads over to the table and pushes himself up on it. The boy hangs his legs over and makes as if he's holding a camera. "December 24th, 9pm... Eastern Standard time! From here on in I shoot without a script..." He starts , turning his 'camera' to Nevaeh.
"Good! As long as you know it! I can't having you going around thinking that someone else could ever take your place in my heart!" Nevaeh states and grins as she's pulled into his arms. "I'm glad." She whispers, obviously pleased that her gift was a successful one. She kisses his cheek before he pulls away. "You really really do!" There's amusement in her eyes as she watches him do the opening act. "I suppose this is where I find a guitar and sulk in a chair?" she asks with a giggle.
Mark feels a rush of color to his cheek as she kisses him. The boy watches her carefully as she compliments him on his looking like Mark Cohen. He shakes his head slightly and lets himself slide to the floor as the puppy walks up. "First shot Roger, tuning the fender guitar he hasn't played in a year!" He says, aiming himself right at the dog. Roger wastes no time in jumping up on Mark and begins to lick his face. "Bleg! Rog!" Mark cries out, starting to laugh. The boy stands up and brushes himself off. "That dog likes kissing me more than you do, Nev." He says, sounding very much American now.
Nevaeh looks completely sincere in her compliment, right down to the starry eyed gaze that's happily settled on him for the moment. As Roger gets in on the action Nevaeh can't help but laugh, her face broken into a wide grin which quickly fades into a mock-serious expression at that last comment. "That is so untrue!" she states and lifts her nose slightly. "I simply refuse to smother you with so much love and affection that I scare you off and lose you forever." For all of her teasing, there's a slight hint of worry in her tone. But she hides it well with another smile. "Was that a request for a kiss?"
Mark wipes any remaining doggyness from his face. He gives Roger a playful pet with his foot and looks over to Nevaeh just in time to see her getting huffy about his comment. The boy crosses his arms and raises a single brow, studying the girl carefully. "Lose me forever? Now... why would I be lost? As long as I know where you are, I can find my way home." He whispers with a serious nod. He steps closer, running a finger down one of her blue streaks of hair. "It might be, Nevy. It just might."
Nevaeh continues to keep the smile in place as she watches Mark pet Roger with his foot. There's just something so sweet and homey about it. She has the decencey to look sheepish under his gaze, cheek flushing deep red as her foot is shuffled yet again. "I read somewhere that guys don't like it when you smother them." she states in her defence, feeling her heart beat faster at his comment about finding his way home. "I love you." she whispers in responce, shiver as his fingers slide down the streak of hair. "Well.. who am I to deny such a request." she states and rests her hands on his shoulders, leaning up for a kiss.
Mark studies her sheepish expression for a minute. The boy stops playing with her hair for a minute and lets the blue strands fall back to her head. He leans back, a surprised look on his face. "You did?" He asks, giving her a small smile. "And you believe everything you read, Nevy?" Mark asks, sliding his arms down to her waist. The boy bumps his nose up against hers. "I love you too." He assures her and accepts the kiss, returning it fully.
Nevaeh nods her head at his look of surprise. "It said that if I smother you then you'd get bored and try to find someone less needy." She states with wide, innocent eyes which have turned to a soft shade of pink. "And I didn't want you to find someone else." She whispers. And the answer is yes, generally she does believe what she reads, the curse of growing up in such a small town. At his assurance, she seems to relax, eyes closing as she presses more fully into the kiss, easing her body into his.
Mark holds the kiss for a moment, deciding not to deepen it. An innocent touch is always a plus when a boy is trying to impress a girl. Mark pulls back and gives her a smile. "Oh?" He asks, breaking fully away from her and wandering into the kitchen. "It says I'll do that, does it?" He prods his question further, opening the fridge and pulling a cold bottle of champagne from it. Mark gathers two glasses from the cupboard. "Well... I would hate to go against such /fine/ literature... um, what did you read this in again?" He asks, popping off the top with a bang. Roger yelps and ducks behind Nev at the noise.
It's certainly enough to sweep this particular naive beauty off of her feet. It takes a moment for her to regain her footing once his body is no longer halfway supporting hers, and those long lashes flutter sweetly as she leans back on her heels. "Mmhmm." she states and reaches down to soothe Roger through gentle pats on the head. "Cosmo." comes the soft, almost ashamed reply.
Mark slides the two glasses down, each getting full to the brim with the bubbly stuff. He watches some of the bubbles pour over the edge of the glass, his finger swiping at it and getting stuck in his mouth. "Mm! Come have some champagne, Nev. I got it just for you." The boy says, adjusting his new scarf before leaning over the kitchen counter with both glasses in hand. "Cosmo, hmm? Lets see... is that the one next to Teen Beat... or Girls Life?" He asks, giving her a sly grin.
Nevaeh continues to soothe Roger until the puppy's tongue is once more lolling out of the side of his mouth and he lets out a happy yap. "Just for me?" she squeaks and rises, moving to accept one of the glasses. "Are we celebrating something?" she asks, curious now. Atleast until there's another blush and she sticks out her tongue defiently. "I'll have you know it's between Vogue and People."
Mark eyes the happy puppy with a laugh. He parts with one of the glasses and smiles to her. "Oh yes! Just for /you/." He assures her and goes to clink his glass right up against hers. "And no... do we need a reason?" He says with a shrug, taking a small sip of the stuff. The boy leans up against the counter and smiles. "Oh! I'm so sorry for the mistake... but the guys they speak of in those magazines... I'm not like them."
Nevaeh smiles and clinks her glass with his before taking a sip of the champagne, testing it. "It's delicious." she states with a beaming grin and then shakes her head. "We don't need one. I was just wondering if there -was- one." Nevaeh explains as she stands in the center of the room, holding her glass as she studies him thoughtfully. "No. I suppose you aren't. I think it's one of the things I love about you."
Mark watches the golden liquid swirl around in his glass, his lips hungrily sipping at it a few more times. "Why thank you... I'm still on paid holiday, isn't it nice? And without rent payments... well, I have too much spending money!" The boy mock-complains, throwning a dramatic hand across his forehead. "Not really... unless you want to make one up?" He suggests, grinning. The next comment is met with a small blush. "Why thank you. Of course... I could be like them, if you wanted. Self-absorbed and in it just for the sex."
Nevaeh watches the golden liquid as he does and giggles softly, reaching out to touch his glass, forcing the colors to swirl vibrantly in and out of each other, green then blue, then purple, constantly swirling. She laughs and pulls her hand back. "Nah. I'm fine just celebrating for no reason at all!" The girl states, arching a brow at that last comment. "no thank you. I love you just like this, in it as much for the witty conversation as you are the sex."
Mark pulls the glass back, his eyes spinning as the colors do the same. The boy has to blink several times before looking up at Nevaeh, his smile growing slightly. "Good! It's a fine reason to celebrate." The boy says in a confident sort fo voice, a smug smile on his lips. He tries not to break it, but Mark is forced to laugh at her last comment. "Oh rather. My wit is my most deadly power!" He says with a mock-sneer,
Nevaeh giggles at his reaction as takes another long pull from her drink, free hand reaching down to smooth out her dress. "I like to think so." She states with a sage nod before she laughs, trying not to choke on the drink. "I wouldn't say you're wit was the most deadly. You're kisses pack a pretty powerful punch."
Mark drains another draft of the champagne, his eyes staying on the girl. The boy smacks his lips gently and sets the glass down, his finger circling the top carefully. "I'm more in it for the girl, than anything." Mark says with a smile and turns his hand up to run through his blonde hair. "Do they? Oh my... then I should probably not be dealing them out so easily!" He says with a concerned nod.
Nevaeh watches as he smacks his lips and bites down on her bottom one, looking shy for a few seconds. She shouldn't be concentrating on his mouth so much! "Ah. Well I can tell you that 'the girl' is happy to hear that." Nevaeh states and takes a few steps closer to him, finger waggling in his direction. "Those are dirty words young man." She scolds. "And I will not have that language in your apartment!" she grins. "I like the way you deal out kisses. If you stopped, I'd be sad."
Mark smiles and straightens up, a hand proudly tugging at the neck of the scarf. "Excellent!" he replies, nodding just slightly. When she advances, however, Mark takes up a cowering stance, his free hand holding up, palm flat. "But I... but but..." He starts, the corners of his lips pulling down. "Yes Madame Nevaeh." He says in a sad tone, his head hanging. "I... I don't want you to be sad!"
Nevaeh watches the cowering stance and finishes up her flute of champgne before putting the glass down on the counter behind Mark in order to properly cross her arms over her chest. "Well, it would make me sad! In fact, I feel a little bit of sadness already weighing down my heart." She says softly, letting out a mock-sniffle. "There's only one way to fix it!"
Mark turns his eyes up to the girl as she sets the drink down. He carefully pouts his bottom lip as she crosses her arms, his eyes turning up to meet hers. "It's not... you're not sad..." He starts, his shoulders rolling back. The boy gasps to himself and nods. "Yes... but I..." He pauses and practically dives on her, planting a firm and passionate kiss right on her lips, his arms wrapping around her.
Nevaeh is about to melt at that pouty bottom lip. She's as much a sucker for him as he is for her. "I am too sad." She states and opens her mouth to defend herself further but only manages a quick "Eeeee." and a flail as she's tackles, the kiss being returned once she's gotten her footing. Arms slipping around his waist.
Mark leans further into her, letting his arms take up much of her weight, hoping to make it easier for her to balance. At long last the boy breaks and breaths heavily for a second. "Better?" He asks, grinning. Mark scratches behind his neck bashfully and looks over, grabbing his keys from the counter. "Lets go out to eat. My treat." He announces, pulling her towards the door.
Nevaeh curls her body along the length of him, letting him balance her as the mix of alcohol and his kisses finally start to swirl around in her head. "Much." she murmurs happily and gazes at him with half lidded eyes. "Ice cream? I'd love it!" she states and happily is led out the door and into the rainy night. Nothing could possibly be better.