Re: Piotr and Megan
Piotr had made a round or two, said some helloes here and there, waved to a number of people that he knew from his many years. A few girls had giggled his way and one or two boys made eyes as well, though the latter he seemed entirely oblivious to. He didn’t seem of a mind to settle down on any one conversation. One on one he could be reasonably open and cheerful, but he wasn’t really the sort to become the center of attention in a large crowd like this.
He too had a glass of the punch in hand, not at all being shocked at the familiar taste of his native liquor. This seemed the way punch was supposed to be! Nor was he really terribly effected by it, being a very large, very thick Soviet farm boy. It would probably take half the bowl to get some color in his cheeks.
Unlike their last encounter with her jumping on him, he didn’t topple over this time, instead only taking a step forward to catch himself. He blinked a few times, not catching all of her stream of conciousness as it poured out at him. A faint blush came to his cheeks at feeling her press so close to him and catching her subtle scent, though he wasn’t quite sure why.
“Hello, Little Pixie,” he said, turning back to smile at her once he’d caught up a bit. Subtle did not describe the air around him. While it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, he probably had used about half again as much Old Spice as he should have.