WHO: Margo and Percy WHAT: Talking in the kitchen WHERE: The Kitchen
Margo: Margo had attempted to go bed early, or earlier than usual as she had an early class tomorrow, and she had been getting to bed rather late these last couple of weeks. However, that was easier said than done. She'd tossed and turned for an hour and couldn't fall asleep. So, she'd climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen, pouring herself a bowl of cereal. Mmm, midnight snack.
Percy: Percy, of course, hadn't even thought about going to bed yet. He'd been busy with a certain Ms. Hart. And, hungry, he, too, headed for the kitchen. Flicking on the lights, he clicked his tongue. "Sneaking into the kitchen, Ms. St. Just?" Bad girl.
Margo: Ms. Hart, eh? Margo blinked as the flicked on the lights and her eyes adjusted. "I wasn't sneaking," she replied. "I just didn't want to turn on the light and wake anyone up."
Percy: Yes, and it's bad that I keep typing Ms. Hard. "I hardly think you'll wake anyone up since the dining hall is in a different building," he teased, moving forward. Hoisting himself onto the counter, he helped himself. "What are you doing up so late? Normally you're sound asleep at this time.
Margo: Very bad. "Yes, well," she blushed. "You never know, maybe that light will shine into someone's window." Yeah..."I don't know," she answered, leaning a hip against the counter. "I just couldn't sleep for some reason. I guess I...how do you know I'm always sound asleep?"
Percy: "I'm not usually in my room at this time on this night," he answered, winking as he took a bite of cereal. "Usually on my way back, all of the lights are off...except maybe Marian's. She's on duty tonight."
Margo: Margo eyed him curiously. "What do you mean?" She asked, crossing one bunny slipper clad foot over the other. "Where are you coming back from?"
Percy: "Here and there," he shrugged, grinning. "Out and about, prowling, sowing my wild oats."
Margo: "I see," she nodded, taking a bite of cereal as she thought that over. "I mean, I know you have this reputation as being sort of a playboy, but...I just have a hard time picturing you in some sleezey bar picking up some sleezey blonde."
Percy: He almost choked at that, chuckling as he wiped some milk off his chin. "Hardly. I'm rather picky."
Margo: "Yeah?" She asked. "Then if you don't prefer blondes, as they say all gentleman do, what do you prefer?"
Percy: "I meant I'm hardly in sleazy bars picking up sleazy blondes," he answered. "I prefer a more...sophisticated type, believe it or not."
Margo: She gave him a smile. "Alright, so perhaps sleazy isn't the right word," she said. "But, as much as you pretend to be this rich playboy, I think there's more to you than that." She'd done some reasearch on the internet.
Percy: "Oh?" He questioned. "And what makes you think that, Ms. St. Just? Perhaps I am just a shallow spoiled rich boy."
Margo: "I did a search on the internet about you," she answered. "You've done some pretty good things for someone whose just a 'shallow spoiled rich boy.' Granted, I suppose it could all be for publicity, but I couldn't seem to find much bad publicity."
Percy: A shrug. "Or maybe there's another Percy Blake out there." But she's got him. Damn Google.
Margo: "I suppose it's possible," she shrugged. "But, there were pictures and then man in them looked like you. Maybe you have an evil twin, so to speak," she teased.
Percy: "I'm the evil twin," he nodded, grinning. "You've figured out my secret."
Margo: "Ah," she grinned. "Well, I promise that you're secert is safe with me."
Percy: Head ducked for a moment. "Thank you." And he meant that sincerely.
Margo: "You're welcome," she answered, and pushing her empty bowl aside, she hoped onto to the counter next to him. "So, what else are you hiding Sir Percy?" She asked.
Percy: "Oh not very much," he answered. "Barely anything, really."
Margo: "Well, that is a pretty good one," she replied. "But, why act like a playboy when you're really a good guy?"
Percy: "Because everyone expects a playboy?" He questioned, setting his bowl to one side. "Why disappoint them?"
Margo: "Why not?" She asked. "Why not show people there's more to you than that?"
Percy: "Because they're only interested in the bad boy," he replied. "And half don't care about more serious issues."
Margo: She shrugged. "Well, I care," she said. "And I think it's wonderful that you use your money and conections to help people."
Percy: He gave her a soft smile. "I try."
Margo: She returned his smile. He was really cute when he smiled. "Well, thank you for the conversation but I think it's definitly my bed time. And I will keep your serect safe," she said, and leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek before she hopped off the counter. "Good night, Percy."
Percy: Smile widened and he reached over for her dish. He'll clean up for them both. "Night Margo."
Margo: That was nice. He's nice and she is definitly falling for him.