Re: Dance Floor: Kitty & Peter
Peter shrugged. "It's cool. Yeah, prom, right?" he asked, as if that ought to cover everything there was to say, looking behind him and gesturing vaguely to the dance at large. Prom, yes, encapsulated brilliantly in that singular statement, from the gyrating couples to the undoubtedly spiked punch.
"It's kind of weird," he began, looking behind him at everyone on the dance floor, "Everyone's leaving, basically. People are going off to college across the country or they're getting jobs or whatever." He smiled crookedly at her. "What losers, right?"
Leaving New York just wasn't an option for Peter. He loved the city. He loved basically everything about it, including the scumbags he bloodied his knuckles on every day. Aunt May was here - this was where he belonged, where his responsibilities lay. But not really feeling the freedom to leave did also make tonight a bittersweet ride. Everyone else here could go do whatever they wanted. He got to fulfill a destiny he'd stumbled into. That was weird. Pretty heavy, too.
He shrugged it off. "I'm being weird!" he declared, and offered her a hand. "Come on. Let's dance. No funny business, just a good old fashioned good time."